Chapter 16 CHAPTER 16
Roman's POV
"The Floor Plan Layout?"
"Done."
"Client Experience Flow Map?"
"Done "
"Timeline & Project Calendar?"
"Done."
I paused midway, slowly turning to look at his face now. Jordan. "The Budget Caps?"
"All done, boss." He said, smirking. "She's fixed everything. Re-edited, matched and sent. Last update came exactly 12:09 pm. Noon. Everything's awaiting your approval."
Noon?
She resumed around 8am, didn't she? How could she be done with everything at 12 noon?
That fast.
Impossible.
Those changes we'rent simple check boxes— they were structural changes. Needed careful thinking, actual design work to work it all out. It should take at least a day or 2 minimum, how could she have finished already in less than a day?
"What about the concept?" I asked sharply, frowning. Not liking the sound of any of this. "Did she send another poetry nonsense? Did she do it properly? Have you checked, Jordan? Cross-check everything."
He turned the laptop towards me, clicking it wide open so I could see for myself while I sat across. Bundles of cash surrounding me, all in different stacks, waiting to be moved. Tonight.
The Inner room.
"No concept attached, Boss." Jordan said, staring at the screen with me. "She didn't send a new concept, but handled every other thing pending. It's all here, clean, aligned and without errors. Pretty efficient actually. She's fast."
Fast?
I scoffed, dropping a bundle. "She's stubborn, that's what she is." I muttered, rising then. Wanting to be done with the stacks on the floor. They were all last week's earnings. Not supposed to be here but something came up. Someone had to be 'cleared out' from finance, hence teir presence here. They would be moved today though.
I stepped around the room for a bit, my mind on something else other than my money. A woman. The crazily annoying woman I last saw in black lace.
I'd expected her to sulk. Worry or come back to question the adjustments today. Beg for time even, she doesn't have the concept ready but every other thing in place, what would the workers she's to work with think of her?
But instead of doing that, she did this. Delivered. In a surprisingly short time too. What was she trying to do? Mock me? Laugh that she could handle a few paperwork?
"This little chit is trying to challenge me," I muttered darkly, irritated at the mere thought. "What the hell does she think she is? I can squash her contract if I wanted, it wouldn't even take me anything."
My eyes moved to Jordan at the desk again. His features annoyingly neutral, eyes fixed as he approved everything she'd sent.
My eyes drifted, back to that spot again. That night, when she'd stood in front of my desk, glaring. Brown eyes fired up, smoking like balls of hot chocolate.
Defiant.
She was defiant. Annoying. Increasingly irritating me all the more!
"She's doing good so far, boss. Still want to continue with the restrictions?"
Continue?
"We're increasing it!" I spat, scowling now as I left the inner room. "She wants to show off, doesn't she? Let's give her enough room. Type. An official email to her."
Jordan stared at me, lips twitching but doing as told. Hands on the laptop. "All room mockups should move up by one week. All ideas to be considered, should go through me before finalized. I mean I want all her rough drafts. I don't trust her judgment."
Jordan choked on a laugh, still typing. Smirking. "I want no expenses cleared without explicit my sign-off. And lastly, there'll be a team briefing tomorrow, 10AM. Attendance compulsory."
"Tomorrow!" Jordan paused, "Boss...she stated here she'd scheduled meetings with the workers by the end of the week."
"Her problem." I shrugged casually, "I want everyone present tomorrow, don't care how she does it."
"She's not an assistant."
"And I'm not going to repeat myself."
He typed then, smirking more now. "Didn't she pull off a truck load of restructuring? She should do this."
Jordan nodded, mockingly. Typing until he finished. "You know... I've never seen you get worked up. Like this." He stood up, "Not even when Lana used your cards to sponsor that pink charity gala she never attended."
I frowned.
Scowling at the nonsense he was hinting at right now. He grinned, breaking character. "She's getting under your skin, isn't she?"
"Shut up,"
"Oh look, there she is." He taunted, gesturing behind me. The screen there. "She's out on the lounge cameras." My jaw tightened before I even turned around. And as I did, I spotted her without stress.
Average height lady dressed in all leather fit.
Black again. My gold insignia, bright on her neck. Her hair pinned up, giving more than enough view of how the mini leather dress she had on, stuck to her skin. Her back on full display, bringing further attention to the proud swell of her ass.
Scandalous.
That's what she called it, and yet, there she was wearing it boldly. Stepping through the bodies like she knew exactly where she was headed even if she barely understood anything. The most out-of-place person in the building, so annoying.
Everything about her was so annoying. Prickling the hair on my skin, my scowl tightened. "Have you sent out the memo?" I bit out, eyes pinned on the screen.
"It's out."
Good.
She'd better go check it before 10am tomorrow. Cause this time, she won't get another 10 minutes to psychoanalyse me to my face.