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Finally, I was done with the correction Alexander gave me yesterday. That man is something else. How did he expect me to complete the entire project in two days? Not just that. Even all the corrections he gave. I know men like him. He wants to make me to quit without even saying the word. He doesn't know Arielle Sinclair. I never quit. He has to make do with what I have to offer tomorrow. I took my bag and began walking out of my office. My mum had called me earlier saying she was at my house. She didn't even inform me before coming here. So I'm having dinner at home. I really missed her cooking. All my attention was in my phone. My ride was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago and he still wasn't. At this point, I need to get a car because what the hell. I bumped into someone, “Oh my God, I'm so sorry” I apologized. I looked up, it was Ivy. There was something about this girl, I didn't like. My instinct never fails me. I turned to leave. I most definitely didn't want to entertain her, she wasn't worth my time at all. “You!” She held my upper hand, pulling me back. Was she by any chance referring to me as You? I looked around. I was the only person here with her. This young woman is really joking with me. I have a really bad temper and the bolt driver has already pissed me off. I forced my hand out of her grip. I took a deep breath “What?” “You know what you did” “Interesting.” I smiled “ Go on, I'm listening. What exactly did I supposedly do?” “You seriously have the nerve to ask me that?” She pointed her finger at me “you don't know who you just messed with” “Look Ivy, or whatever they call you. I don't have time for this. Meet me when I'm less busy, so you’ll explain to me in detail who I just messed me, okay?” Who the hell is this lady? She is so lucky I'm in a hurry. I turned, she stepped in front of me “Seriously?” Now I'm pissed “Where do you think you're going?” she sneered. I looked at her. Does this loser think, she can intimidate me? “You stole my project, and you think I'll let you walk away. Just like that” She was the one that was suppose to handle the resort project. I didn't even know. She wasn't even at the meeting to begin with. I bust out laughing. Her expression changed “so that’s the problem?” I looked her in the eye. My smile had faded into a frown “You can’t blame for being better at the job. You know, If I can take over that contract, what makes you think I can’t take over your position in this company.” “Watch it, Arielle. Who knows what you did to—” “Shut up” I said firmly interrupting whatever she wanted to say “you won't speak to me in that tone. Do you understand me?” She was taken aback by my outburst. For a second neither of us spoke. “You've messed with the wrong person “ “What did you say? You don't know me. The further you stay away from me, the better it is for you. If you cross my part, I'll come for you. Just so you know, I never hold back. So get the fuck out of my face” I pushed her aside and walked out. The girl is crazy. She should be lucky, I didn't disfigure the side of her face. No one should better speak to me now or I'll loss it on the innocent soul. *** I pushed the front door open. I walked into my apartment and was welcome with a delicious aroma. My mum stepped out of the kitchen setting the dining table. “Mum!” I ran and gave her a big hug. I really missed her. It's been like two years since I last saw her. “I've missed you so much” “I missed you too, my darling” she pulled out of the hug. “Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I would have come pick you up from the airport” “I thought you would be busy. Plus, I know my way around” she looked at me. Dissatisfaction shun across her face “you've slimmed down. Arielle. How many times do I have to tell you to look after yours?” “I am, mum” she wasn't convinced “I've just been a little busy” I added “Come, let’s have dinner before it gets cold” she pulled me. I took a bite. I really missed my mum’s cooking. Who doesn't? It's been a really long time since I had a meal made by her and I was already forgetting how it taste. “This taste so good” I took a big bite this time. I was so hungry, I didn't have anything to eat because I was focused on finishing those designs. “Slowly” “I missed this” “It seems like you missed my food more than me” she pouted. “Of course not. I missed you more” We ate in silence. When we were done. I took the dishes to the kitchen. My mum followed behind me “So how is work going?” “Been stressful lately. I started a new resort project for a small start up company” I lied. Mum can never find out that the resort I'm currently working on belongs to the Pierce Enterprises “Really? That's nice. Just don't forget to eat while working.” I nodded. “Go take a rest, you must be tired after your flight and the cooking” She kissed my forehead before murmuring good night. She left me with my thoughts. I'll be meeting Alexander tomorrow, he asked me to change a few things on the sketches but I felt some. Why? Because I don't think he made a fair point after thinking about it. Anyways, we’ll find out tomorrow.Arielle's POVMum was still awake when I came in.She sat on the sofa in her robe, a cup of tea going cold on the table in front of her and a magazine open on her lap that she clearly hadn't been reading. When I closed the door she looked up, and I saw her eyes travel from my face to my heels to my lipstick, which was still perfect."You said you'd be home by nine.""Work ran late.""On a restaurant table?"I froze with my coat half off. "How do you know I was at a restaurant?""Because you smell like garlic and a man's cologne." She gave me a look only mothers know how to give. "Sit.""Mum...""Arielle."I sat. She studied me for a long moment, and I forced my face into something calm and boring. I've had a lot of practice."It was a client dinner," I said. "The resort people. They wanted to go over the plans over food. That's all.""And the man's cologne?""He sat close to me.""Did he now.""Mum." I laughed. "I'm twenty-five, not fifteen.""You're my child. That's a worse age." She
Alexander's POVShe didn't stop talking for the first ten minutes of the drive.She talked about the restaurant, the chocolate, the terrible traffic, a pigeon she had once seen steal a sandwich from a businessman's hand. She talked with her whole body, her hands moving, her shoulder turning toward me in the passenger seat as though I were an audience she was determined to win.I kept my eyes on the road.It was a rule I had never broken. When something disturbed my concentration, I gave it nothing. No reaction, no comment, no eye contact. Silence starved most things until they went away.Arielle Sinclair did not go away."You're doing it again," she said."Doing what?""Pretending I'm not here.""I'm driving.""You're pretending.""You're very persistent.""So I've heard." I could hear the smile in her voice. "Is it working?""No."She laughed softly and turned to look out the window. For a moment the car was quiet and I found, to my irritation, that I missed the noise.Her phone lit
Arielle's POVEthan was waiting outside my office with two cups of coffee and the expression of a man who had been rehearsing a speech."Don't," I said."I haven't said anything.""You're about to.""I'm about to hand you coffee." He held it out. "Black. Two sugars. And then I'm going to say something."I took the cup and sighed. "Say it.""You had dinner with Alexander Pierce."I stopped with the cup halfway to my mouth. "Who told you that?""His assistant called the office to confirm tomorrow's schedule, and casually mentioned that Mr. Pierce had been seen at the restaurant on Marlow Street with a woman in a red dress." He raised an eyebrow. "There aren't a lot of women in red dresses working on that project.""It was a working dinner.""Was it?""Ethan.""Arielle." He said it gently, but there was steel under it. "I told you one condition. Stay professional.""I was professional.""You flirted with him in front of the entire boardroom.""That was the first meeting. And I didn't fli
Arielle's POVMum was still awake when I came in.She sat on the sofa in her robe, a cup of tea going cold on the table in front of her and a magazine open on her lap that she clearly hadn't been reading. When I closed the door she looked up, and I saw her eyes travel from my face to my heels to my lipstick, which was still perfect."You said you'd be home by nine.""Work ran late.""On a restaurant table?"I froze with my coat half off. "How do you know I was at a restaurant?""Because you smell like garlic and a man's cologne." She gave me a look only mothers know how to give. "Sit.""Mum...""Arielle."I sat. She studied me for a long moment, and I forced my face into something calm and boring. I've had a lot of practice."It was a client dinner," I said. "The resort people. They wanted to go over the plans over food. That's all.""And the man's cologne?""He sat close to me.""Did he now.""Mum." I laughed. "I'm twenty-five, not fifteen.""You're my child. That's a worse age." She
Alexander's POVShe didn't stop talking for the first ten minutes of the drive.She talked about the restaurant, the chocolate, the terrible traffic, a pigeon she had once seen steal a sandwich from a businessman's hand. She talked with her whole body, her hands moving, her shoulder turning toward me in the passenger seat as though I were an audience she was determined to win.I kept my eyes on the road.It was a rule I had never broken. When something disturbed my concentration, I gave it nothing. No reaction, no comment, no eye contact. Silence starved most things until they went away.Arielle Sinclair did not go away."You're doing it again," she said."Doing what?""Pretending I'm not here.""I'm driving.""You're pretending.""You're very persistent.""So I've heard." I could hear the smile in her voice. "Is it working?""No."She laughed softly and turned to look out the window. For a moment the car was quiet and I found, to my irritation, that I missed the noise.Her phone lit
Arielle’s POV"There's nothing to tell." He didn't even look up from the menu. "Everyone has something to tell." "Not everyone wants to." I rested my elbow on the table and my chin on my hand. "Okay. Then I'll guess. You're thirty, you don't sleep, you hate small talk, and you have never once, in your entire life, said sorry first." The corner of his mouth moved. It wasn't a smile. It was a muscle reminding itself that smiles existed. "Two of those are correct." "Which two?" "Order your food, Ms. Sinclair." "I knew you'd say that." The waiter arrived and Alexander ordered without opening the menu, something with steak and a sauce I couldn't pronounce. I ordered pasta because I was starving and because I wanted to see whether he would comment on it. He didn't. Disappointing. When the waiter left, I leaned back and studied him. The candle between us caught the edge of his jaw. He had the kind of face that looked carved rather than born, all sharp lines and careful stillness.







