The time is twelve, Jamie is having his lunch at his desk. He is eating the grape wine lamb and porcini lasagna I got from Coffee Bloom. Of course, I got him his favorite ristretto too.
However, as I am watching from the side, I see him laying on his hand over his stomach all the time.
I seldom see him do this.
Driven by concern and curiosity, with curiosity taking up the most part of course, I ask, “Jamie, are you okay? Are you having a stomach ache?”
Looking down and moody, Jamie gives a heavy sigh, “Kind of.”
So he has a stomach ache. Luckily I didn&rsqu
Almost one and half hours have passed.I sit at my desk as I stare at Jamie’s office door.It is almost time for Jamie to head to the next meeting’s venue, I believe he’s well prepared by now. He should be coming out of that office anytime.Jamie is a punctual man, he doesn’t like to make people waste their time waiting for his arrival.However, even after a long while I’ve been staring at the door, Jamie hasn’t been seen stepping out of the office.And I am aware that he is not feeling well today. He has a stomach ache.Hence, as an attentive and caring secretar
I give my watch a glare, “It’s quarter past nine.” I read the time.“What!?” in shock, Jamie grips the blanket and yells at me in a higher pitch, “Chandelier! Why didn’t you wake me up!? I have a full schedule today!”Wow, that voice is very sharp for a man!Well anyway, it’s time for me to get used to his feminine qualities.Instead of yelling back at him like a girl, I choose to put up a smile.“Calm down, Jamie.” trying to soothe his temper, I explain, “I called and postponed the appointments, and they agreed to reschedule the appointments to next week.”
The sky gradually stained white, seeing the morning sunlight showering on my living room floor makes me realize I haven’t had a good sleep.It’s not like I’ve been overthinking about the betrayal thing, I was just looking for a solution to keep Jamie out of my mind.And guess what? I’ve managed to come up with one.Instead of naming that a solution, I’ll say that’s actually a person, and I’m going to meet her now, as per every morning.¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨Morning at Juicy Punch, the counter is queued up as always. I
I lean my ear on the door like the first time I did this——eavesdropping on their conversation.“Grow up, Jamie. Stop relying on dad. You’re enough pampered.”It was a man who talked, and I found his voice rather familiar.I think I’ve heard him talking to Jamie once before, that day when I saw him——a tall, buff man wearing a classic black suit, a burgundy tie, and a Patek Philippe Geneve Twenty~4.He said something about ‘dad’.Doesn’t that make the man Jamie’s brother?
After I open the paper bag and place Jamie’s breakfast on his desk, I point at the door with my thumb and raise my eyebrows.“Was that your brother?” I asked.Jamie nods, sitting back on his desk, “Yes, indeed. You must have seen him all over the internet, the newspapers, the magazines. He’s the future president of Peyton Group.”Right, like I did. I grew up skipping all news related to Peyton Group.Jamie picks the fork and spoon up, ready to tuck into the lasagna.But before that, “Chandelier, take the following days off.”“What?” all of
The day is peaceful. I stand by Jamie’s side like a standing lamp while Jamie is busy getting his job done before he leaves for the three days trip to New York City he planned.He hasn’t been walking out of the office though. He didn’t even dare to walk close to it.While there, it is an hour to lunch time when Jamie suddenly suggests, “Should I call Henry before I leave?”Henry?Jamie wants to call Henry?By any chance that the Henry he is referring to, is, “Henry Nosrevi?”Keeping his eyes and pen on his paper, Jamie
Just a second later after I escape from Jamie’s office and arrive at my desk, my phone suddenly rings.Trying not to let Jamie hear it through the walls, I hide under my table and answer the phone right at once.“Hello.” in my softest man voice, I greeted.Jamie’s voice comes in, “Hi, Henry. This is Jamie, from Minerva.”Yeah duh, “I know.” who else then? You just said you would call Henry Nosrevi.Whereas Jamie sounds rather astonished, “You know?”Ah right. Henrietta knew it, but Henry Nosrevi didn’t.
Lunch time on Thursday, the restaurants and cafes are filled with people as usual, but not Dominguez Cuisine.I can see Jamie through the glass walls, he is sitting at the table in the middle. He waves at me when he sees me walking to the door. I smile and wave back at him.The receptionist seems to recognize me from the last meeting with Jamie, he lets me enter the restaurant and proceed to Jamie’s table by myself.When I am with Jamie, indeed, who doesn’t remember me? Jamie is famous around here, he likes to reserve a whole unit just for a meal with someone, everybody remembers a man like that, and his wallet and Centurion Black Card of course.Jamie’s smile turns brighter when he sees me pull th