A BAD DREAM IN BROAD DAYLIGHT.

A BAD DREAM IN BROAD DAYLIGHT.

Finn was foolish to have thought that Claire would believe him for what he was claiming. Nobody could.

How would he tell them he dreamt, and everything he could see in his dreams was people's deaths, and that it had happened twice? Who was he? A death dreamer?

Oh, please. Who would believe that?

He found it stupid himself, and he decided to put everything behind him.

Finn resumed work the next day and everything was going well. He avoided Caleb like he was the other version of the COVID-19 outbreak, and that kept him safe from other secretaries.

He took his iPad, which had Claire's day's schedule on it, and went to her office. He found her coming out of it with her two men behind her. Her heels were gracefully clicking on the glittering tiles on the floor, and she was in a black shirt top, tucked into a pair of black pants.

Her long wavy hair was flowing behind her with each step she took.

"Good morning, ma'am." Finn greeted her with a little smile, "I was going to your office."

"I see I saved you the stress." She replied to him, not stopping in her graceful walking.

"You are free this morning, ma'am, according to the schedule I was given."

"I have a meeting with one Glan Ahston today, I intentionally put it out of my schedule, but now that you found me before I skip out," She stopped walking in front of her private elevator and turned to Finn, "You're coming with me."

"Okay, ma'am. Would you like me to make a reservation for you in a restaurant, ma'am?"

"That won't be necessary, there is a reservation made for me in a hotel."

Finn's smile ran wild, and his hand raised to his neck, "That sounds fun, ma'am."

"Fun? Cut me a slake, I don't sleep with fat faces." Claire shook her head and entered the elevator.

The three guys watched the door closing before they went for the other elevator meant for the workers.

The journey to the hotel was such a boring one for Finn. All he did was to look around the car's dark inside, and to look at Claire's busy self. She had her eyes buried in her phone.

'What could she be doing on the phone?' He wondered, and looked away, holding his iPad closer to his chest. 'She's cute.'

They got to the hotel, and Claire took the lead in, she was very familiar with the hotel. She knew the hotel's in and out like the back of her palm, it was a space where she mostly had her meetings with people like Glan Ashton— horny, shameless men.

Finn followed behind her like a lost sheep, dragging his legs behind her and looking around the building.

Ashton, a chubby businessman in his late forties, was already in when they got there. He smiled when he saw Claire, displaying his gold tooth.

"Here comes my favourite person in the world." He said and stood up with his hands widened apart to welcome Claire.

Finn halted his movement and watched Claire with his heart rising to his mouth. He was anticipating whether Claire would lock herself into Ashton's arms.

Then, Claire disappointed him. She walked straight to Ashton and hugged him, giving the man the joy of holding such beauty closer to him than before, while Finn was covered with irritation.

'Does she hug everyone?' Finn asked himself, and when they refused to let go of each other, he added, 'And that tight? Can't she see that he is intentionally feeling her boobs on his chest, and that he is thinking of taking her to bed?'

A nudge at Finn snapped him out of his thought. He turned toward the source to see Claire's guys glaring at him. "You were glaring at the boss's man. Don't like the boss, you will get hurt."

Finn gulped and looked away, adjusting his glasses. 'I think that warning is a little too late.' He thought.

He looked at Claire, and now, she was sitting down on a barstool with Ashton, facing a bartender who was taking their orders.

The bright laugh on Claire's face was irritating to Finn. She shouldn't be smiling that wide with someone who was not him.

Okay, fine, he was crazy. He knew.

But that was his crush of sixteen years smiling flirtatiously at another man. And the 'another man' would not keep his hands to himself. He kept on touching Claire's hand at every given opportunity.

"You're glaring again." The guys' voices rang into Finn's ears, and he waved them off.

"I'll take a seat with the receptionist." Finn excused himself and left before he could be replied to.

He went to a seat very close to the receptionist and sat down. He threw back his head on the headrest and with the iPad firmly on his chest, he fell asleep.

......

Claire was done with the meeting and she successfully got Ashton to sign the contract with her. She stood up, and said to Ashton, "I will leave first."

"No problem."

Ashton stood up and widened his arms for another hug, but Claire turned away, she pretended she did not see him. She turned to her guys, "Where's the nice ass secretary?"

"Off to take a nap in the reception." She was told.

Claire smiled and shook her head, "He's something else. Who sleeps in an open space in a hotel?"

She moved.

They got to where Finn was sleeping and his head was still thrown behind, but he did not look fine. He was trembling in his sleep and sweat drenched him.

"What the fuck is wrong with him?"

Claire ran over and grabbed his shoulders, "Hey, stop embarrassing me and wake up." She told him, shaking his shoulders.

Finn began to let out some inaudible words and a tear slid out of his eye.

"Hey, Finn." That was the first time Claire would be calling his name.

He did not wake up, so she shook him harder and shouted his name, "Finn, wake up, damn it! You are having a bad dream."

That jolted Finn awake, and when his blurry eyes caught Claire's figure, he threw his hands around her waist and buried his face in her chest since he was sitting down and she was on her feet.

"I'm sorry," He choked out tearfully, "I don't mean to kill you."

Claire rolled her eyes, "Kill me? Are you nuts? Why will I be talking now if you killed me?"

"It hasn't happened yet, it's the future. I saw it, I'll kill you, and you will die in my arms."