I was just dumb for a few hours while sitting in my swivel chair while he was serious about what he was doing. What he said did not immediately enter my mind; I looked at him like a puzzle while trying to fit his confession in my mind.
"Recess," he mentioned, pointing to the food on the table. I shook my head and ignored his itinerary and the email that came to me: "You should eat Blair." You could hear the menace in his voice, but I'm stubborn, so no matter what he does, I won't follow him.
I got up after receiving an email from one of his major clients asking to meet. I approach him, maintaining a look as if I am about to kill someone.
"Here's your schedule for today, sir. You have a meeting with Mr. Pranchia in the morning, at exactly 8:30, and then at 10:00 am, Ms. Olivia also wants you to talk about her proposal to you. And in your lunch, Mr. Alvarez booked a restaurant near here at Neuvales Restaurant. That's all in the morning; I'll message you when the others have emailed me." I announced to him, then went back to sitting.
"When I come back, you must have finished the food; your lunch will be delivered at 11:30 am, and you will not refuse that." He already preceded me in what I could say, so I just chose to shut my mouth.
I wouldn't win if I debated with him, and it would only take him a long time if we argued over petty things. I nodded absentmindedly and walked towards the table.
I had no appetite when I ate the food, even if I had eaten an appetizer. There was something inside me that I didn't want to happen—what I fear—to fall to that man. I was in danger now that I was here with him, and I felt like he was pulling me towards him.
I ran out of food. I was stressed eating, so I was able to run out of food. I lazily returned to my desk, looked at other documents, and then an email popped up. It was from the reporter, and he wanted to meet with the CEO and governor this week.
My head hurt. As a secretary, I needed to prepare everything for this, even in case Raven accommodated it. I replied that I would reply to her ASAP once the CEO came back.
I did a lot more and took care of thinking about drinking coffee because, even when it was close to noon, I felt sleepy. When I got there, I saw Roux holding a cup of coffee and sipping it carefully.
"Just now I saw you coming out of the office again," he said, I wanted try to ignore him.
"Don't you have any business? Like what your brother had?" I asked instead of responding to his question. I don't know, but Roux doesn't excite me anymore. My revenge towards him doesn't give me any satisfaction that I want to start.
Why am I suddenly different?
"Our dad asked me to train my job here with Raven so that I can learn what he is doing." He was determined, and I nodded. After all, Raven is a beast in the company; he can knock out all his opponents in just a snap.
I don't know how he was blessed with such an intelligent brain; I mean, he has a true business mind that is rare. Even his father can't reach his mind, so I know how much his parents take care of him, especially his father.
"Is that so?" I took my tea that was full of coffee, and like him, I sat down on some chairs placed inside.
I needed to finish it before entering the office, and then I couldn't predict why this man bothered me; I no longer felt strange. Those feelings when I was shaking with anger and I didn't know what the reason was—if I was exhausted or if I just wanted peace?
But what about my child? Didn't my child deserve justice as well?
I said goodbye to him. I don't want him to hope because even if he kneels down and cries blood, I can't forgive him. What he did is unforgivable.
When I returned there, the food was already on my table, and to my surprise, it wasn't a delivery guy but Raven himself. I swallowed; he was serious about what he was doing. Some beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, but he was too focused on what he was doing rather than wiping them.
I don't know why I'm doing what should be just my intrusive thoughts. I marched, and when I made his point, I immediately went to him and wiped his sweat using my bimpo. It's too late when I realize that I shouldn't have done it. I bit my lower lip; I was too carried away, and I don't even know where I got the bimpo that I used to wipe his sweat.
"T-thanks," he said, surprised by what I did, so he stopped. I left there quickly; he called me, but I didn't turn around.
Now that I was outside, I slapped myself, even though people were looking at me, and maybe they thought that I was crazy. What've I done? I shouldn't have done that, argh! It's annoying because my hand seems to have a mind of its own!
I went to the garden, and there I thought about the shame I had done. There were few people, and it was windy here. I was free to scream out of shame. Why is he there? I shouldn’t have done what I did earlier, so embarrassing.
I stomped my foot in annoyance, and I also walked around satisfied and erased the shame I felt. Why would I fvcking do that? I hit my head with my hands.
I barely stayed for a half hour before going to the office; perhaps he could depart there. But I was mistaken, because he was waiting at my table. He brought his swivel chair to my table so that we could eat together.
When he saw me, he got up, as if he were bored, so he was just looking at the food.
"Why are you here?"
"Where have you been?" We asked each other at the same time, so I kept my mouth shut.
"I was just in the garden to get some air." I answered weakly when he didn't reply and I looked away.
"Why are you even there? I looked for you everywhere." He pulled out the chair. Then he made me sit. I was looking at the chair, and I felt my heart was something full of love. "Sit, Blair, we're just going to eat."
"Y-you're supposed to be having lunch with Mr. Alvarez." Isn't that what's on his schedule, so why is he here hanging out with me?
"I know you won't eat without someone's company, and if you'll eat, it's only tiny; that's why I'm here. I don't want you to eat alone while I'm here." He uttered, and my heart skipped. Gosh, how could this man make my heart feel like this? My heart melted. With the amount he did for me today, why can't I appreciate it?
"Wow, thank you." I don't know what else to say except to say that I was grateful. Well, the man is good, but every time I remember what Roux could do for me before, he still managed to betray me. There was a part of my heart that wanted to hate both of them, and whenever I tried to think positively, I'd always end up doing what his brother did.
And two birds flock together as they have mentioned.
We just ate, and none of us spoke. Only the sound of cutlery and drinking could be heard inside his spacious office. When we were finished, he removed them himself and threw them away. He also gave me pineapple juice from a little fridge near him. Yes, you read that correctly: he has his own refrigerator even in this office.
That was typical for him, but it felt odd for me because he had never done that with me before, so I was altering. I'm generally the one who keeps away from the mess while he returns to work; he also doesn't offer me a drink. Everything felt fresh. But even then, I didn't ask him because he was probably a gentleman whenever he was with some female.
"Go home," he suddenly ordered me out of the blue.
"Why? I still have an hour to work, and I have something to fix." I pointed out what I was going to do because he might tell me again that I was not doing my job.
"I said what I said, and you have to obey it." He was serious, my forehead knotted and asked him something since I was curious.
"Why do I have to go home? I don't have anything to do at home," I complained. He didn't speak anymore, and he looked serious, so I couldn't do anything but follow him. I started putting my essentials in my purse before I left, and I almost forgot my phone.
I'd just go shopping since I still have an hour.
But when I got out, I found out the reason why he sent me home early. The reporter, Gretchen, was walking towards my way to Raven's office. My shoulders slumped as the woman entered.