During the meeting, the only thing I did was to nod and smile when necessary.
After the meeting, lunch was provided. I ordered some Chinese rice and salad. Mr.Bossy's phone rang and he picked it.
"Trevelyan," he snapped. "Yes... It has been finalized... The contract is sealed... What? I'll get back to you." He hung up. "Ms. Greene, it's time to leave." He snapped at me and I flinched. "I'm sorry. There's an emergency. We have to leave," He said to the English.
"It's alright," Mr. Thompson said with his English accent.
Mr. Trevelyan stood up abruptly and left the conference room and I followed suit, leaving my food behind. I contemplated snatching the food and gobbling it down, but I remembered his warning:
"Any single mistake and the contract is out."
So, I decided against it, even though I didn't see how eating food is a mistake. He rushed to the car and I scurried inside.
"Tyler, TE, now," He ordered and Tyler drove to Trevelyan Enterprises
*
"...At the port. I don't know... email it to me and Thomas. Track them down." He said into the receiver.
Whoever is on the other side of the call, must have shrunk to death. My subconscious is hiding at the back of her worn-out couch.
"Sir?"
"What?" He snapped and I shrunk back.
"I'm just being curious, but, what happened?" I asked and Tyler gave a look in the side mirror that said, Do not make it worse.
He sighed and ran his hands through his gelled hair, making it all mussed up. He still looked hot all the same.
"It's okay. It's nothing. It's fine," he said, but the way he said it was as if he was reassuring himself. Tyler didn't react, he just kept his eyes on the road.
"You know, those two words are the most frequently told lies in English," I said to him.
He sighed again and said, "The seaport I own in England, has one of the ships missing."
I gasped.
Holy crap! He owns a seaport. In England!
"Yeah. It was stolen, how? I really don't know. I just know that the thieves are experts and all," he sighed again.
Before I could respond, his phone rang cutting me off. He picked it.
"Trevelyan," he said. "Tracked them? Good. Thank you, Thomas. No, not yet. I'll be there in some hours..... It is necessary. Yes."
He breathed out and said, "Tyler change of plans, head to the nearest airport."
"Okay sir," Tyler said making a U-turn.
"They were tracked?" I asked after a moment of silence.
"Yes. I'm going to England," he said.
I pursed my lips and looked out of the window.
His phone rang again startling me from my thoughts.
"Trevelyan... Booked them... Thank you , Thomas." He hung up.
I really had no idea what was going on and I didn't bother to ask him.
*
I got to the apartment at 7 PM. Kate was already at home. She was watching TV as usual with a tub of ice cream in her hand.
"Hi, Kate." I plopped down on the couch and took a deep breath.
"Hi. What's up? How was the meeting?" She asked. "I've been trying to call you but I couldn't get through."
"Yeah. My battery died."
"How was it?" She wiggled her brows at me.
"It was okay. He linked arms with me. We-"
"Wait a minute," she cut me off. "You linked arms with him?" She squealed.
"Yeah. Forget it. We met some English people and ate some food. But we didn't finish lunch, because he had an emergency." I added air quotes.
"What emergency?"
"His seaport in England was robbed and ship thieves stole one of his ships. I think he's just too possessive. I mean, he has the money to get another ship. But I guess overprotectiveness is in his DNA. Who knows?" I ranted.
"He has a seaport in England? Boy, that man is stinking rich." She wolf-whistled.
"I know, right?" I agreed.
"So what happened? Did he use some connections to find the thieves?"
"Yeah. He called a Thomas guy and then the Thomas guy tracked the thieves down. But then, he wanted to go to England."
"So he's on his way to England?"
"Yup," I said popping the 'p'.
"Dramatic much?" I heard Kate say when I walked to the kitchen.
"I heard that. You don't talk about my boss like that." I said from the kitchen. "A lot happened at work today." I walked out of the kitchen with a sandwich in my hand.
"What?"
"I arrived early than Mr. Hothead-"
"Mr who? Trevelyan?" She bit her lip, trying to contain her laughter.
"Yeah, I call him that in my head, along with Mr. Bossy, Mr. CEO, Mr. Bossy CEO." I stuffed a sandwich in my mouth.
"Ohmigosh." Kate laughed.
"What?" I said, pretending to be oblivious. "As I was saying, I arrived earlier, a friend, Susan showed me my office, it was beautiful, just like the boss's," I said dreamily.
"Really?" she exclaimed. "I'm gonna ditch my job and apply for an interview at your work," she joked.
"So, then, I was daydreaming as usual and then Mr. Hothead's manager was suddenly hovering over my face," I said stuffing more sandwich in my mouth.
"Ohmigosh, he kissed you!" She widened her eyes.
"No," I said immediately. "He didn't. He was just staring into my eyes like a creep. He said his name is Eric Scott. Mr. CEO got angry and told me to get him a cup of coffee from the coffee room that was twelve floors below in ten seconds."
"He was joking right?"
"Nah, I came back with his coffee and he said I was late. He warned me never to try that again."
"Coming late with the coffee or daydreaming at work?" she asked and I shrugged.
"I don't know. He said I should continue with my work and I was like, What work? Only for me to go to my office, to see piles of files on my desk."
"Shit!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah. He told me to type them out." I ate the last of my sandwich. "When I was done, he told me to go back at two to go change my outfit for the meeting," I finished and stared at Kate's expression.
"I'll go have a bath," I said walking to my room.
"He really is a shitty hot asshole." I heard Kate say.
"A hot crappy bastard, I tell you," I called back.
Okay, fast forward to the next day.I woke up with a jolt, disoriented. I realized I had fallen asleep on the couch with Kate. She was on the couch, arms and legs stretched out wide. I noticed a string of drool by the corner of her mouth. I shook my head and screwed my eyes shut for some seconds to clear my vision.I stood up groggily and walked to switch off the TV. I fetched my phone and checked the time. It was still 3 AM."Kate," I mumbled tapping on her leg."Jordan, give me my ham," she mumured, stirring a bit before falling back to sleep.I chuckled and went off to my room.*
In the days passed, I thought Mr. Trevelyan would loosen up and tone down on the hostility, but I absolutely thought wrong.Mr. Trevelyan became a lot more adverse and hostile as time withered away. It was like a whole new cycle of ours – I would go to work late, he'll yell at me, and I'll stagger into my office with tears in my eyes."You're lucky. I'm really starting to think you're his favorite.""What? He just said that to reprimand me. Nothing more." I let out an unladylike snort. I? Mr. Bossy Pants' favorite? I couldn't even dare to dream.Susan and I were at the cafeteria and like always, she was helping to cheer me up after the usual back-and-forth with Mr. Trevelyan."But he could just have fired you there and then. There was this lady, that used to work as his PA. She brought his cof
You know that feeling when someone's telling you something and then you just want to look into their eyes and say, "I don't really give a crap"That's exactly how I felt when he told me. I mean, it's not my company, I'm not the CEO. But I asked so it's not really his fault."Eric, I want you to inquire about what just happened." Mr. Bossy Pants said into the phone. "They said that..? Till when? Next month? Alright....yeah yeah, thanks." He hung up and looked at me. "Isabelle, the dinner is canceled go home," he said, and with that, he went out of the balcony.Okay, to get this straight, two things made me shocked and surprised. First, is because he called me by my first name. And second is because he just left me there, just like that
Marry me?I stood frozen on the spot, jaw agape a fraction, dumbstruck, dumbfounded, dumb-everything as I gaped at the grey-eyed man that sat in front of me.Marry me.The two words sunk in, right into the deep part of my brain. My subconscious knew better to not bother giving me false hope that I just needed hearing aids. The air around felt chilly and nipped at my skin as seconds dragged into minutes. Minutes that felt like hours.I stared at my boss.He stared at his employee. I wasn't sure how long this continued but Mr. Trevelyan was the first to give up. He let out a sigh heavily. "You don't need to give me an answer now," Mr. Trevelyan said, "I'll give you
"Kate," I said, dead in my tracks. And I felt it. The feeling of deja vu. It wasn't like this had happened before. It was the chill that swept through my bones that made me feel like that. I felt like I was back at Mr. Trevelyan's office –even though the scenery was different– I felt... intimidated –and I hadn't even seen him yet.I wasn't scared of what he'll do or say when he sees me. Hell, I wasn't even scared that there was a high –very very high– chance that he'll fire me, for not going to work (when he obviously should have days ago). I was scared of what he came here for. He came for business. To crack a deal, like the businessman that he was. A deal that could change the whole story–"Huh?""Kate, my boss is here," I said, still looking at the Range Rover i
"So he just came here to scold you because you skipped work?" Kate said, pacing my room back and forth. I puffed up my cheeks a little and pressed my lips together.I hesitated for a moment. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to tell her or not. I usually told Kate everything and we never kept secrets from each other. I wanted to tell her but I couldn't. My chicken self just couldn't. I wanted some time to think about what to do. On one hand, was Kate and on the other was my asshole of a boss. It was all too much–too too much–to take in. It was like I was in the middle of a tug-of-war with my boss and Kate opposite each other. I was torn, conflicted, tangled up like earphones in the pocket of jeans, and frus-fucking-trated.I bit my lip, contemplating what to do.To tell Kate?
Kate blinked in surprise. She looked partly confused yet surprised at the same time. Desperation filled my eyes. I wanted Kate to figure all out, even without spilling the beans. I stared at her and she stared at me as seconds stretched to minutes. "You what?" Kate finally said after a moment of silence passed.I blinked and averted my eyes from her piercing brown eyes. "I-I'm getting engaged in two days," I repeated. Make her suspicious. Make her figure it out. Spill the beans without actually spilling it.With my peripheral vision, I saw her confused expression contort into a frown. "How? Why? So fast? What the shit? I mean, he has you forever, so why?" She asked, as if he was right there.I nibbled on my lower lip and turned to see if he was actu
I gaped –in awe, of course– jaw loose, and eyes open a fraction at the aeroplane that stood tall and proud in front of me. I saw the Trevelyan logo etched on the side and I swear the plane itself was shining, like it was snickering at my reaction. It's so beautiful, I thought to myself."Stop ogling an inanimate object, Miss. Greene," Mr. Trevelyan said, drawing me out of my trance with the beautiful aircraft in front of me. "It's a sign of mental instability. Remember that you're going to be Mrs. Trevelyan. Wouldn't want the press to see you ogling their cameras." It took me a few minutes to snap completely out of my daze and process what he said. When I finally did, I rolled my eyes discreetly and huffed. Yeah, coming from my boss who