Blind Spot by Sakshi C (best novel books to read txt) 📗

Two Faces Of Danzel Lavigne

The hall echoed with a resounding applaud when he got up the stage. The female announcer looked at him in awe and admiration as he made his way towards the dais. He oozed confidence and dominance. While approaching, he gave the woman a polite nod and flashed her a warm smile. The woman returned his greeting with an over-the-top grin. Hearts were evident in her eyes. She was completely taken by his gorgeous features. She knew he was handsome but he looked god-like from up close. 

"Thank you, miss," he took the mike from her, waking her from her trance. He wasn't surprised nor offended. He had gotten used to such reactions.

"Thank you, sir," The woman's voice came out sultrily while she admired his sharp features. Danzel gave her another polite nod and turned to the audience. Taking it as her cue to leave, she walked away, embarrassed.   

He raised his hand to indicate the crowd to stop applauding. An affable smile on his face. 

"Thank you very much for having me here......"   

He was widely known for his down-to-earth nature. Ask anyone and they would describe him as perfect. PERFECT. Nothing less. It's not every day someone is endowed both with looks and intelligence and still has not a single ounce of arrogance. He was eloquent, smart, and composed. 

Another wave of applaud rippled in the hall when he finished his inspiring speech. 

Everyone was cheering his name as he walked down the stairs. He joined his hands and waved at them before going back to his seat. 

He had come to attend a charity event. Danzel was a philanthropist. He had been making donations to empower physically disabled people.    

The crowd was filled with all those people who had been benefitted from his altruistic nature. 

He stayed there for five more minutes before leaving for another urgent work. The president went along with him to see him out. The outside was crowded with media who were hoping to capture one picture of Danzel. The clicks of the camera began, capturing the meeting of the president and Danzel. The president was thanking Danzel profusely for his help. Danzel patted his shoulder and told him to reach out to him whenever he needs help. They were still talking when he heard one of his bodyguards talking down to someone.

"Go away. He doesn't meet beggers like you," his bodyguard told someone. Danzel turned and found a man gesturing something to his bodyguard. Curious, Danzel ordered his bodyguard to let the man come. 

The man was in tears. A hopeful smile covered his face when the bodyguard reluctantly stepped away to give him the way.

The man walked up to Danzel with joined hands. Danzel watched as he came near. 

Danzel gave the man a friendly smile and asked him what's the matter. Moved by his warm nature, the man broke down in tears. He moved his hands to let him know that he needed help as he was a mute. The president opened his mouth to interpret his gestures but Danzel stopped him with a raise of his hand. He had learned their way of communication years ago. 

He interpreted that the man needed help. A job precisely. He was the only man in his family and his mother was fighting a deadly disease and his sister had just met an accident and was bedridden. He is a graduate but no one gives him a job because of his disability.

Danzel smiled at him and put his hand on his shoulder in an assuring manner. He turned to the president and told him to give him a job. The president nodded in understanding.

"Don't worry, brother. You have a job now. If you want any other help, here is my card. Feel free to call me," one of his bodyguards handed him his card. He gave it to the man who was now legit sobbing with happiness. 

Overwhelmed with emotions, he gestured thank you to him and hugged him. 

Danzel chuckled and patted his back. 

"Take care of your family, pal," he told him and pulled him away. The man nodded his head vigorously while wiping his eyes.      

Danzel smiled at him before turning and walking towards his car.

Such a kind soul. He was known for his generosity and kind heart. 

The man and the president watched him with utter reverence as Danzel got inside his car. 

The driver kicked the car in motion and started driving towards his next destination. 

"putain de crétin," Danzel cursed while glaring annoyingly at the tear stains on his jacket. That fucker fucking hugged him. He so wanted to rip his throat at that moment. God knows when was the last time he had taken a bath. He stank. He took his jacket off and threw it towards the end of the seat as if it was untouchable. He would have to take a bath now. (Fucking moron)

Things one has to do to for their image.  

Danzel loosened his tie a little and leaned back in his seat. He closed his eyes in exhaustion before opening them a moment later.  

The next moment, he grabbed his laptop bag to unlock it. With a smirk, he pulled out his pistol and examined it. His prized possession. 

A few minutes later, the driver pulled over the car and climbed out. He opened the door for his monsieur. 

"nous sommes ici, monsieur," his driver informed him while opening the door for him (We are here, sir)

With his gun, he stepped out of the car. He looked nothing like his previous self. The warmth of his eyes had lost to a vicious coldness. Long gone was the congenial smile, his lips were set in a thin line. All in all, he exuded a dark dangerous aura that would make anyone want to run for hills. No one could call him the same person he was twenty minutes ago. He had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, displaying impressive tats on his muscular veiny arms. He was sex on legs but he was a walking danger too.  

The driver bowed down before stepping away as Danzel stepped forward. He tucked his gun into his waistband and walked on.  

His bodyguards tailed him as he sauntered into the warehouse. 

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