Chapter 5: Surprise Visit
Blake POV:
My work life is the complete opposite of my real life outside of work. In the outside world, I can be very timid. I never ever raise my voice. I'm always known as the nice guy, and most importantly, I'm not very self-confident, but things become very different when I get into my work mode.
Over here, everyone actually fears me. I command respect, I can be really brutal with my words, I'm rarely ever nice to anyone and most importantly, I'm not guy with zero confidence whenever I work. When I walk into this building, a good number of things about me changes. I've never being the type to slack off and I always make sure to be on top of my game and I plan on staying there for as long as I'm in charge.
I believe that's one of the many reasons dad can't pull through with his threat to fire me. He knows just how competent I am. I even outdid most of his notable achievements in just four years of taking over and I doubt he'd be willing to drop me for a lost puppy like my cousin. Anyways, because of how much fear and respect I command at the same time in the office, my level of self-confidence increases by far when I'm at work.
A call comes through the telephone, distracting me from my thoughts and assuming it was my secretary on the line, I pick up.
"What is it?" I ask impatiently.
"I'm sorry to bother you Sir but there's a lady out here and she says she wants to see you,” she informs.
"Does she have an appointment?" I ask.
"No Sir, she doesn't,” she replies, I frown.
"Why would you bother calling me when she doesn't even have an appointment? Ask her what she wants and if it's important, set an appointment with her for the following week,” I order her, getting ready to hang up but her next words stop me.
"She also claims to be your fiancée sir,” she blurts out.
"My fiancée? Did she give you a name?" I ask.
"Adriana Gonzalez, Sir,” she replies, and boy was I surprised to hear that name. Why would Dana suddenly show up at my office without informing me first?
"Okay then, let her in,” I instruct quickly before hanging up.
The familiar figure of Dana walks into my office with a playful smile plastered on her face and believe me, she looked nothing like the Dana I've been meeting up with.
"Good afternoon pretty boy!" She greets enthusiastically.
"Uhm, good afternoon to you too, Dana. This is a surprise,” I reply, and I meant it in every sense of the word. The only thing that isn't too different about her right now was her face, and I guess that's because she's only wearing a little bit of makeup. But everything else about her looked completely different. Her used to be straight and brown but was now a wavier style that had hints of blonde.
Ever since we met, I've only ever seen her on casual jeans but today, she's actually dressed in a classier fashion. She wore a tight pencil dress and I had to admit it looked perfect on her and to top it off, she wore heels that made her look a few inches taller.
"Are you really going to keep staring at me like that? You're making me feel embarrassed,” she speaks up, breaking through my cloud of thoughts.
"That's what you get for showing up at my office looking like a completely different person,” I reply in an attempt to joke, and she frowns.
"What kind of a fiancée are you? Normal men would complement their women first you know, not stare blankly at her like she suddenly grew an extra head,” she retorts, with an unimpressed look on her face.
"I was actually going to get to that, you impatient lady,” I drawl lazily, and her frown deepens.
"Do me a favor and just save it. I can't even take any compliments you give seriously because you don't seem very trustworthy with words at the moment,” she hisses, and a short laugh escapes my lips.
"I'm still gonna say it regardless. You look stunning Dana and I mean it. I just never imagined you'd ever show up in my office looking this beautiful and different,” I say to her genuinely, but she scoffs.
"Whatever pretty boy, I'm still not buying it. You already missed the perfect timing and now, your words just sound like you're trying to make up for it,” she snaps with dissatisfaction, and I mentally roll my eyes.
"Anyways, all this aside, I only showed up out of the blue because firstly, I wanted to show off my new style that you'd be seeing more often. I figured if I was to play the role of s billionaire's fiancée, I should at least look the part. Secondly, I thought it would also be best if rumors about me start flying around the office. As you already know, the best way to create a believable story sometimes, is by creating public awareness there's no better way to do that, than to spread cheap office gossip,” she explains and I must admit, I'm impressed.
I honestly would have never thought of doing that since I live solely by my privacy policy. I never liked the idea of bringing my private like out to the world.
"That's actually genius Dana. So how long will you be staying? Do you want something to eat or drink?" I ask.
"Oh, never mind, pretty boy, I'm good. I plan on leaving soon anyways. I'm just gonna kill time for about ten minutes before I leave so our picture can be more believable. I'm gonna make your secretary think we had passionate office sex and she'll help us spread the word all over the company,” she explains and as distasteful as that sounded, it made perfect sense to me.
"Okay then, you can take your time. When you're ready to leave, I'll tell my driver to drop you off,” I say to her.
"Thanks,” she simply replies before she gets up and starts walking round the office.
"Damn pretty boy, your office is huge! It's like two to three times bigger than the size of my entire house,” she comments, and I chuckle.
"You're joking, right?" I ask and I'm surprised when she nods negative.
"Really? That small?" I ask in total disbelief.
"Yes, my dear pretty boy. Maybe one of these days, you should come check it out. I mean, it's nothing special but it'd be great if you at least knew where I lived. You could even meet my siblings,” she responds, and I immediately agreed to it.
I figured it would be nice if I at least know how she lived so she and I could relate more. Since I already know she'll never stop calling pretty boy, I should at least show her that this pretty boy here isn't as finicky as she may think.
As antisocial and awkward as I may be, I'm not the kind of person who discriminates against people or feels the need to stay away from them because of stereotypes about its inhabitants.
"Are you sure though? I must warn you; it isn't your five-star hotel, and my siblings are not your typical kinds of teenagers,” she adds, and I scowl.
"How bad can it be? As far as it's your home, then I should see the place at least once. If you and I going to get married, I need to know where my wife lived at the very least,” I snap back at her.
"Okay then pretty boy, as you wish. Just let know whenever you're free and ready and I'll text you the address,” she replies, and I thank her.
"Now I think it's time I leave. I only have the afternoon off, and I have to meet with a friend briefly before heading back to the cafe,” she informs and something about her still working didn't sit well with me.
"Should I buy the cafe for you?" I ask and she deadpans.
"Wait, what did you just say?" She asks.
"I asked if I should acquire the cafe for you since you seem to like working there,” I answer, and she laughs.
"First things first pretty boy, I never said anything about liking my job at the cafe and secondly, please try not to catch me off guard like that again because I almost choked on my own tongue. It's not every day I hear such ridiculous offers,” she says, and I roll my eyes.
"Get used to it then cause it's gonna happen a lot more,” I assure her, earning an unimpressed look from her.
"Whatever pretty boy, I'm leaving now,” she replies before picking her bag from the table.
"A driver will be waiting for you downstairs then,” I remind her, and she smiles before she suddenly starts to mess up her hair and her dress slightly before smudging her lipstick.
"Now I look like I just got banged really good,” she drawls, making me cringe slightly before waving goodbye at me one more time and sashaying out of my office.