Jane Duncan's POV
I sighed in my seat and placed my hand on the desk in front of me for the tenth time today. It was hard for me to believe that I'd actually gotten this job. It was Monday morning already and I was sitting in front of my desk.
Have you ever dreamed of something so bad and then when you finally have it you find it so hard to believe that YEAH I FINALLY DID IT? Well if you have then you should probably understand me right? I feel like I'm in some sort of dream and that very soon something is going to wake me up from that dream.I touched the desk again to make sure I wasn't dreaming."When are gonna stop groping that desk woman?" Justin appeared suddenly and startled me. I quickly removed my hand from the desk and turned my chair to face him."Eww, that's disgusting Justin. I wasn't doing anything you know. I-I was checking, you know checking the type of wood used for the desk. Yes, that's what I was doing!"He bursts into laughter and this draws Matilda's attention to us. Matilda is Justin's friend and also a writer here."Hey, guys what's going on?""You won't believe it when I tell you.....""OH SHUT UP" I shouted interrupting him while covering his mouth with my hand. He tried to remove my hand but my grip was too strong that his last resort was to use his tongue to lick my palm. I flinched and quickly remove my hand."Ugh, you're so disgusting, Justin!""Oh let's not pretend sugar I know you liked it" This guy had a big ego for that small head of his."So will anyone tell me what's going on here at all?" Matilda whined and I immediately remembered that she was standing here with us."Oh, nothing is going on. It's Justin being a jerk as usual." I said pushing him to leave. He laughed at the futile attempt of pushing him and finally decided to leave.As soon as he left, the speakers in the workstation came to live and an announcement was given for all subordinates and supervisors to move to Conference room two. When Matilda and I reached there, all the seats at the back were already filled so we sat in front. The room I could tell was designed for meetings with workers because it didn't really look like a conference room but a lecture hall.Justin appeared out of nowhere again and took the empty seat next to me. I didn't know how he suddenly appeared like that.Five minutes later, Mr Anderson walked in with Miss Mallory and the other managers. I was unable to stop myself from taking a closer look at his profile. His hair was short and had a few curls in them. It looked soft and so black that one would think he dyed it but somehow I knew he wasn't the kind of person doesn't who'd waste time on such things.His face was equally perfect. From his eyes to his nose and to his lips. Oh his lips, how wonderful they looked, so full and kissable that I wondered how it would feel like to press my lips on his...OUCH! Justin pinched my arm so hard, interrupting my sinful thoughts."Why did you do that?""Why wouldn't I do that when you were stripping him naked with your eyes? I can't believe you. First, it was your table and now it's your superior" He whispered into my ear and a blush made its way to my cheeksMatilda giggled from beside me and I buried my head in my hands. SOMEBODY MIGHT AS WELL KILL ME ALREADY."Looks like somebody is crushing on someone here," she said in a sing-song voice."Uh, so not true.""Okay says the one who was checking him out"I'm about to reply to her but Mr Anderson clears his throat gaining everyone's attention."Good afternoon everyone. I know you're all wondering why we're gathered here today. Well, I assure you that it's for a good cause so no need to shake with fear or start worrying about how you're gonna feed your kids."Everyone laughed at his joke except me because I was too mesmerized by the smile on his face showing his perfectly white teeth. It was my first time seeing him smile and I already to see more of it.He continued with his speech." The reason why we are all gathered here today is to introduce our new CEO for the France Publishing Company. He will be taking over as of today due to the former CEO's sudden retirement. Ladies and Gentlemen let us welcome our new CEO, Mr Richard France."As soon as he ended his speech a tall man wearing a dark blue suit entered the room and I felt my heart drop into my stomach as soon as I saw his face.OF ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD WHY HIM?Mr France returned to work the following day looking like he had just walked off a runway. Not only his presence surprised me but his clothes as well. It wasn't his usual dark blue suit but a flower-patterned shirt and tight jeans that showed his well-defined thighs. I had made it to the elevator when he entered the building, a pair of shades hiding his eyes which would still be puffy from all the crying he did yesterday. I entered the elevator with me and I had expected a 'good morning' thinking we'd gotten a little bit closer because of the events that happened the day before but none came my way. I cursed myself internally for thinking he would do such a thing. Even though he had been weak yesterday, he was still the self-centred and arrogant Mr France. I pressed the button to the last floor and anxiously waited for it to open because of the awkward atmosphere in the small space. Fortunately, a few seconds later I heard a 'ding' sound as the doors opened and I quickly rushed out.
Life was a rollercoaster. Most often the unpredictable happens and we find ourselves thrown into a series of events that manifest significantly in our lives. An example of such an unpredictable event is the sight of Mr France sitting on my couch, watching television. I'd expected him to run out of my house the moment his eyes opened but not only did he eat the food I had prepared but he'd thanked me for it. Something I thought I would never hear him say. Maybe his father's death and his unstable emotions were bringing a side of him that no one knew or that he hid away.He hadn't cried since he woke up but looked sad, which was expected considering the present situation. He laughed at something funny on the screen. I turned to look at him, his face calm and relaxed but his teary eyes betrayed him. He wasn't okay but was trying desperately to keep it in, which worried me. He had to let it out!"Errr, are you okay?", shit, I shouldn't have phrased it like that. I mentally facepalmed. His
We went through a great deal of trouble before we were finally able to carry the sleeping man into my apartment. The most painful part had been holding him up the stairs. We dropped him on the bed, not caring if he’d landed on it. My mind couldn’t process that because of how sore my ankles and arms were. “I have to go back to work. I have an article to finish. Do you have things to print, if so I could give an excuse for your disappearance.”, Justin said I remembered I hadn’t told him of what had happened on Friday. Clearing my throat, I uttered, “You don’t have to do that. I don’t work there any more” “Really? Did you move back to the workstation, or did you get fired?” “Don’t be dumb. Do you think I would be in that building if I had been fired.?” “Okay, so you’re moving back to the workstation?”, I rubbed my temple, “No, I’m not…” “Then where are you now?”, he interrupted me by asking. I glared at him and spat, “How can I tell you when you won’t let me finish speaking?” He r
Mournful, was the atmosphere that greeted me when I entered the building. People weren't gossiping about what they'd done on the weekend, everyone looked sad and downcast, including Rosa, who seemed to have been zoned out because she didn't notice me. It surprised me how personal everyone had taken Mr Nathaniel France's death. It could be because he'd been so kind to his workers, or that he'd founded the company that had put money into their pockets. My heels clicked loudly on the floor as I exited the elevator and made my way to my new office. It had been cleaned, and new furniture had been added to it. I didn't dwell on it for too long because my mind was occupied with thoughts about Mr France. Was he alright? It had come out on the news that no one had heard of him since his father's passing on Saturday, and now it was Monday. I left my office and stood in front of his door. I wasn’t sure he was in there, but I had to check. I knocked it twice but received no response. After two m
I rushed to him and cried out for help. Mr. France and Garry, who had been in the hallway also rushed to the room. Mr. France carried him from the floor and placed him in the couch while Garry called the ambulance. I let out a silent gasp when I saw the amount of blood coming out from his nose. Was he going to be alright? He had to be. Worried about his condition, I offered a silent prayer for him.A moment later, we heard a siren blurring in the distance. Paramedics checked his pulse and blood pressure, placed him in a stroller and carried him into the ambulance. Garry wanted to go with them, but Mr. France told him not to, so he didn't. Mr. France sat in his car and briefly looked at me, his eyes asking if I would be able to go alone. There was undeniable fear in his eyes, and he didn't try to conceal it. I nodded at him, assuring him that I had money on me, and he drove off, following the ambulance. I never knew I could communicate with someone without words until that moment when
The old Mr. France was sitting in the couch wearing a bathroom rope, with an edition of The Insider in his hands as I entered the room. I looked at him, amazed by his presence. I'd always looked up to him when I was growing up, so it felt good to see him in person. He'd come from a poor home but managed to fulfil his dreams and make a life for himself despite the hate and discouragement, he received from his parents. Because he did not choose to become a doctor like they wanted him to. Now he looked very old and frail, a deep contrast to the devilishly handsome man I'd made my role model. Mr France sat on one of the chairs in the room. I did so too, but not before greeting the older man. He brought the magazine down, smiled and nodded at me. I squealed internally and smiled back at him. His smile dropped from his face when his eyes landed on his son, who looked at him with a frown. I got the chance to carefully looked at the older man and realized. “You're late.”, he simply stated, a