"Sofia, can you print those documents for me, please?" Tiffany, a girl from Blake Corporation, who was also working on the project, asked me from her cubicle.
Temporary cubicle. Because we will be working here only for one and a half
"Sure, just give me a minute."
I took the documents from her hand and put them on my desk. As my neighbor cubicle, she was the one I interacted the most with.
Thanking me, she went back to her work, exhaling an exhausted sigh.
Work was running at its highest speed. Even if we started here just yesterday, it felt like we were doing this for weeks now.
After the kickback Adrian Larsen gave us in yesterday's meeting, the team working on this project of our company and Blake's company immediately transferred to Larsen Group Of Industries. Well, for a time being. They spar
Closing the sixth file, I moved to the next one. The buzz around the office obstructed my concentration. I missed my cabin back in our office. The privacy was appreciated. Though my desk here wasn't that bad. And Tiffany's company made it better. A shadow loomed over me, making me look up. Sasha. Her blazing eyes glared at me. I raised a single brow. "The boss wants you in his cabin, now." Now it was my eyes' turn to blaze. "What does he want now?" This was the third time he was calling me in his office since this morning. Every time a new excuse. First he wanted me to report him on everyone's performance - even if this responsibility didn't fall anywhere near my job - the second time, he wanted me to fetch some files from the executive manager who worked in the other building. He was really wasting h
"Mr. Larsen, please! I beg you! Don't do this! I've a sick wife to take care of," a man in his early sixties begged.I was talking to Jason at the lobby, when Adrian strolled out of the elevator with that old man running behind him, pleading and crying. But not even an ounce of emotions softened his harsh features. With a careless manner, he walked as if no poor helpless man was running behind him for a glimpse of kindness. And his bodyguard, John, seemed equally disinterested."Mr. Larsen, please! Give me another chance. I swear, I won't give you any chance to complain!" he cried out, with his hands intertwined together before him as he begged."Enough!" Adrian bellowed.I flinched, so did the entire lobby around us. Eyes furious, he turned to that trembling man."If you want to get a job somewhere else in near future, I'd suggest you get out of my sight right
"Thank you, Mr. Larsen, for dropping us!" Sam said from the back seat. After getting a curt nod from Adrian, he got out of the car. And when I was about to follow behind, a calloused hand grasped mine causing me to turn to him. He observed every emotion on my features with that intense blue gaze. Raising his hand, his fingers gently brushed the strayed tendrils away from my face, as if he couldn't stop himself. "You looked pretty shaken up back then. You okay?" Concern laced into his eyes. For an unknown reason, vulnerability rose in my chest for a second. I wanted that comfort and warmth he provided me the other day in the elevator, I wanted his strong arms around me. But then, I composed myself. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks!" I still didn't pull away from the gentle stroke of his knuckle across my cheek. My body wanted to lean in. His gaz
I could recognize this voice anywhere. Turning around, my gaze fell on him and the skip of my heart was totally unintentional. He stood a foot away from us, donning a three piece charcoal suit. He paired it with black shirt, matching tie, and a red pocket square. Hair gelled back and jaw clean shaven - gone earlier today's stubble. As breathtaking as ever. And his sharp eyes were on… me. They raked over my body, sensually. And it felt totally opposite when Mr. Blake did it. It was a different kind of shiver. When I realized I was checking him out again, my cheeks flared when he remained shameless. I averted my eyes. With powerful strides, he came and stood right beside me. When he put a possessive arm around my waist, I looked up at him I'm surprise. Mr. Blake watched this act and removed his gaze, faking a cough. "Ah, Mr. Larsen
A picture of me coming out of the car with Alex and Sam, another one of me shaking hands with Mr. Blake, me talking to one of my colleagues, me dancing with Adrian. And the last one, me standing with Tiffany and Emma with a glass of orange juice in my hand.Looking up, my ardent eyes glanced around.No one suspicious. Everyone was busy with their drinks and chatting.Someone was keeping an eye on my every move."You okay, Sofia?" Emma queried. "You look pale.""Yeah, I'm fine. Just a minute, I'll be back." Excusing myself, I walked away.Who could send me those pictures?My phone buzzed again.Don't wander here and there too much when you're alone. Who knows, Daddy's little girl can get lost in the swarm of people and never get found?My fingers clutched the phone
Unknown POVTouching the rim of the glass, he took a lingering sip as his fingers flipped another page of the album. A album where all the mirth that once has been in his life, were imprinted.His eyes touched the smiling faces in those worn out photographs. The faces that once provided him peace and happiness. The pictures of his family.A small smile tugged at the end of his lips. His fingers traced on her soft features, petite form. She was smiling at the camera and his arm was wrapped around her waist in a protective grip.He could still remember the day when they had taken those pictures. It was during Christmas.How beautiful was that day with her…Then reality hit him, vanishing the smile off his face. His jaws clenched, fingers tightened around the glass in a vice grip.She wasn't there. His fam
A woman in her early fifties with a short petite form and shoulder length dark hair stood at the door. The smile on her face fell as a look of confusion took place. Her dark brown eyes took a quick look over me. I must admit, even at this age she was very sophisticated and beautiful. Who's she? "Pardon me, but may I ask who you are?" she asked, offering a polite smile. "Uh, I'm…" "Mother?" Adrian's voice cut me off. Both I and that lady turned to him. With the realization hit me, my eyes went wide. Mother? She's Adrian's mom? Shit! I was just in Adrian's shirt and boxers and she found me in this state! At her son's penthouse, in her son's clothes. I didn't even want to imagine what she must be thinking of me. "What are you doing here?" His
After the shower, I trudged downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee, wishing it'd help me with my growing headache. Though the medicines Adrian forced me to gulp helped with the pain, it still ached a little. The memories of this morning flooded into my mind. The way he held me in his arms when I had the little panic attack, the way he carried me to the bathroom because he didn't believe I could walk on my own and the way he took care of me afterwards. A blush rose up my cheeks. I wonder what he's doing right now… Wait, why am I thinking of him again? Ughh! I need to stop thinking about him to stay sane. But how could I when he sent several messages to ask how I was doing or ordering me not to roam around much? And of course, I didn't reply to even one of them. Though he deserved a