LOGINAlma's POV
I let go of my wheels just then. Unhooking my seatbelt despite everything, grabbing my purse. Finally going out and facing the restaurant for real."If I didn't know, I'd think I'm coming here for a date." I spat as I looked around. Not knowing what to expect at this point, or if he was still there. But he had to. No one had left or entered. Plus he needed money.That's why he was doing this. No problem.I'd just have to wire a few months of paALMA'S POV Could it have been a mistake? Damien down here at this time. It was past noon, he normally had departmental/subsidiary meetings around this time. Why come here and-Was I really remembering his schedule right now?Was I really still keeping track of him and... Whatever. It wasn't my concern anyways. He could come, he could decide not to. None of It was my concern."He was just here right now, why did he leave so fast?" I heard murmurs from the folks at the door, some visibly disappointed, looking round to make sure he didn't go to the other workshops by the side.How pitiful.Looks like ass licking still went on around here. Premium ones. Most likely due to promotions and stuff.Again, not my business.*****The rest of the day went on without a hinge. I went home early, our socials were looking great, and my couch had never felt so comfortable in a while."
Evelyn's POV (Grandma) I waste time checking the workshops anymore, instead made a U turn, waving at workers from other halls that saw me. Not exactly going in or attracting attention. Anything to get to that grandson of mine as soon as possible. Without her knowledge of course. This had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with him. What he was doing there. Doing there staring at her work. Then running away leaving when someone spotted him. Glaring at his assistant when he didn't get the clue immediately. I had several questions. Did he do that often? Did he come down here often along with her, hide like that. Why was he hiding? Above all, Why was he running away? "Would you like anything else, Madame?" The staff asked, polite. A serving of tea and biscuits laid out on the table in f
Evelyn's POV (Grandma) "How's everything going so far? Is she doing okay?" "Mrs. Ash- Alma, Alma's doing fine, madam President." He stuttered, the floor manager. Corrected himself in between. You could see the confusion in his eyes on how to address her and honestly I wonder why. A person should be called by their name, not your marriage name. Her name is Alma. Simple. "Is the project coming along fine?" I still asked, taking in everything. The area around. "No problems I hope? No department heads making troubles and causing difficulties. Am I right?" "A-absolutely none, Madam! They all abide by your instructions. I mean, news on the company memo! Miss Alma has faced no troubles at all, madam President." Hmm. Good. "Everyone loves her in fact. The project's going well, sales have started coming in, I heard production has increased to keep
Damien's POV You would think the next couple of days would go smoothly, but they don't. They don't go smooth or normal at all. At least internally. Outwardly, everything seemed okay. Everything seemed to be moving okay, she- She seemed to be moving okay. Still kept that bouquet in her office. Didn't throw it out, didn't ask questions, get worried about the unknown location it came from. Powering down on the fact, she really thought it was from him. That man. But it was none of my business. Absolutely had nothing to do with me. If that's how she decided to treat her congratulatory gift I ordered for her, so be it. "I won't pry into someone else's love life." Or at least that was what I thought. What I thought before arriving at that particular workshop. It was inspection day. My usual routine to go through our inbuilt workshops and see for myself what was really going on. It was usual thing I did. But she chose that day to head over there too. Go there. Stay
ALMA'S POV Just as I thought, Rosie had much to say! Shrills filling my eyes as she spoke, as well as assumptions too. Cruel assumptions that would lead both of us nowhere if she continued. For heaven's sake, this was just a man I met. If anything, he was still a stranger, and although I was glad about the talks we had, the flowers...I still couldn't go over my head and start having crazy thoughts about a man. Liking a man first. I already did that, didn't I? Look how that ended. Anyways, that did it for me. Cleared up every overly excited thoughts. But soon, my phone buzzed. A familiar number. A text. "Hello Stranger," I didn't need to check to know. It was him. Gabriel. I picked it up immediately, a tug at my lips. "Stranger? You texted me this morning." "A
Damien's POV “We also have peonies, lilies, hydrangeas...In different colours too, would you like to see, sir?"Colours?She pulled them out immediately. A staff helping, petals in colors blue, pink, white...red, even black, lined up in front of me. The entire room colorful, air fresh. Feminine. Making me ask myself again,Just what the hell was I doing in here?"These are pink peonies, sir. These are the white ones, the red. Also white lilies, purple orchids… all of them perfect for that special lady."Special lady?I looked at her quick, the florist. Her expression staying the same; a small understanding smile, calm eyes like she knew just what the hell she was talking about. Which she didn't.She didn't know anything.What special lady. She wasn't special in anyway, I was simply trying to- to congratulate her. Yes. Congratulate her on getting up on the ranks. A seat at the board. An execut







