||RaiRa|| Story of Lust, Love, Betrayal

CHAPTER-1

"Do you think that showing woman enjoying a gang bang with 20 men is a legitimate way to justify how anti-psycho po*n is?"

Rebel-Sapian had successfully completed 50 episodes this day. The new youtube interview series was finally getting the response it deserved. And Samaira was proud to be the mother of Rebels as they called her in a way of an endearment. Who ever got the chance to be an Editor-in-chief and a show host simultaneously?

As, Eden Wale , her this episode's make-believe gang-bangz production owner sweated it out she wondered if she should give him a raise, after all he had played the bad-guy many a times.

"po*n is a fantasy land. And this is just any other fantasy-"

"A fantasy that gives young guys the untrue notion that women enjoy violation."

"Who said they don't enjoy? Have you tried?" and the ruthless smirk.

"Victim of your own untrue notion, I see."

"Cut. Cut. Ma'am some important thing has come up, Katie's been calling for long now." Samaira has always dreaded Katie's calls, her secretary had this innocuous ability to be a tenacious stalker.

"I'll take it." Samaira hopped out of her seat and headed to her phone. Another offence, another case? Rebel-Sapian was a magazine that received more criticism than appreciation, people didn't like their beliefs played with. So they had decided the youtube series shouldn't include their hard core issues but the lighter ones that people could accept without protest.

"What's it Katie?"

"Ma'am you have a meeting at 1-"

"I get it. Don't call again for it." Samaira knew it wasn't her poor secretary's fault but she hated meetings' with zeal. Over the years she had amassed 23 brilliant writer's who got the very essence of Rebel-Sapian like no other, and now half of her job was slowly transforming into protecting her crew from the cruel legal world. Religion, atheism, true feminism, sex; all taboo finds its place in Rebel-Sapian and someone somewhere somehow always has a problem with it.

They generally did their show at Fable Studios as Gayman Shaw, the owner was himself a guest writer. It would take at least half an hour to get back to their office. Samaira caught the bus and strode to the back corner seat. She had enough money to buy a car, own a loft and branded clothes but her old lifestyle had rubbed so hard on her that she still believed her account to be falling below zero. A writer was a vagabond, or so she always believed and thus continued living like that's all she owned, a notebook and a pen.

As for legalities she had to adorn pencil skirts and skyscraper heels though if it was her will it would be winnie-the-pooh cucumber nightwears and puffy squeaky blue slippers.

Samaira detested dealing with the rebels who rebelled Rebel-Sapian and more so than that she detested lawyers and laws that simply with the aid of an argument made her look like a complete nut-case. Arguments. Huh. A lawyer with a rapist of a client can defend rape, murder and what not but that didn't mean the rape was justified. What she hated more than this was the fact that she had to act a lawyer to protect her magazine from getting scraped.

Negativity. "Phewww, calm down" she admonished herself. She has been listing the things she hated on and on. This had become her life. Afterall hate and anger were the only tools that helped her ride so far. It wasn't everyday that your parent's abandoned you. Said to your face that how much they hated you. She had to really calm down now, rebels didn't cry and she had cried enough for 28 years. These people, her writers and helpers were all she had. Everybody in her life had walked away from her but these were her family and Rebel-Sapian was her world. She would do anything to protect it.

As the bus rounded the curb, she got down. They had bagged a place in the corporate zone of the city, which was a tremendous achievement for a budding magazine.

It was 12:40 p.m. Samaira stepped into the lift and pressed 25. They owned four floors in the Bay building if not all the 30. All meetings took place in the oval office which had nothing oval about it except the big oval glass top.

Not even had she stepped out, Katie shoved a shitload of papers under her eyes.

"Ma'am Ben and Gary from publication are here.-"

"Katie, chill. I will see what it is." Sure for a lazy ass like Samaira, Katie was a perfect secretary but she overdid it. Being so incessant that Samaira forgot who the boss was. And cases like these needed to be done in few minutes at tops with least attention to them as possible.

Ben and Gary were already seated as she entered. Ben had helped her set this up so she knew he was on her side but Gary she wasn't so sure of. He always had that look on his face that spelled danger. She greeted them both and not as her ass had touched the chair top Katie began speaking.

"Ma'am these are the official letters sent over by them."

Oh no. Politics. Getting into a bullfight with a politician spelled trouble. Serious one. And this was the first time they were being hit by a politician. Samaira picked the papers and set forth. Kendall was a dangerous name, not that she cared much about politics but "free speech" was a relative concept, specially when powerful people like Kendall were involved. God knows what the 40 year old minister was holding against her. She quickly ran down the complicated mess, lest anyone ask her to stand and answer petty questions. No wonder Katie was so insistent.

Flipping the pages she learned that Kendall had already made a case. And already hired a professional to represent him. That would mean one of the best attorney in all of west. What the case was, will someone bloody state that? Uh her panic and anger rose, this was the feeling she got when she never did her homework until 5 mins before the class started. Law and lawyers turned her off like the electricity supply in the east.

The glass doors opened and out of corner of her eye she saw Katie ushering many suited men into the room. Just one more page...one more paragraph...one more line. She exhaled a relieved breath as she finished the not so interesting document. As if wanting to know who put her through this misery of reading unusual Sections of constitution under which The Rebel-Sapian made a sham, she glanced at the undersigned and her eyes grew out wide.

It could not mean. No it doesn't mean.

Never.

Shit.

Was he here?

Someone do something.

Probably not.

The elegant hard to forget scrawl sat there, spelling the name of its owner.

"Ma'am" Katie whispered and motioned her to stand as others did the same. Getting off the chair her eyes were still transfixed on those two words. As if that was not enough to put her in a trance, she glanced up. Another mistake.

"Ryan Dapzar. I'm Mr. Leonardo Kendall's lawyer." and then those black orbs fell on her.

Spelling of danger she had totally forgotten that name existed.