Chapter Seven

"What in the hell!?" I was yelling like a maniac in the lobby; all of the Harrison Inc. employees and some other important visitors were looking at me like I was crazy. Paul put the phone on hold and mouthed "what are you doing", but in all honesty I couldn't answer, since I didn't really know myself.

I jogged my ass to the elevator, which Sebastian was already inside of, and stopped the doors from closing with my hand. When they re opened, a pair of surprised green eyes looked up from an iPhone, then turned into angry ones.

Frankly both of our eyes shared a similar emotion.

I walked into the elevator, ready to escort him out, until both of the doors were closed and we made our descent.

"Shit." I mumbled.

He put his phone in his pocket. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"I should be asking you the same question. Your father told you to stay in the lobby. How can you not follow simple directions?" He rolled his eyes, but I continued to school him.

"I mean, it's a freaking sandwich. Are you that freaking hungry to deliberately disobey your father? You know how much trouble you'll get in? How much trouble I will get in? I mean he'll think that I gave you a free pass and everything will go down from there." Sebastian suddenly wore a smile, and gave me a quizzical look.

"What?" I asked, pressing the button for the top floor.

"You aren't worried about me, you're worried about yourself, about losing your job. Not only that, but the money as well. Once my dad said fifteen grand you erased all doubt and took the job. Why were you so eager to take the money? Is there something, someone, you're running from?"

"Really? Preposterous. This company is my life, I have worked too damn hard to watch it tumble to the ground-"

The elevator doors opened, and Henrieta, an elderly business woman who worked in Marketing stood there, glancing back and forth at both of us. She then smiled warmly

"Hello, Leslie dear." She said.

"Hello, Henrieta. I hope you're doing well. Unfortunately I'm going to have to ask you to-"

She held her hand up and shook her head. "Say no more, dear. I'll wait for the next elevator."

I thanked her, than watched her open her folder and look at the paper work inside before the doors closed.

"Wow, dissing an old woman. I thought I was bad." Sebastian said.

"Oh shut up. Why are you like this? Can't you be mature for, I don't know, three minutes? I already have to spend three months with you. Can you make my job any easier?"

He approached me, causing my back to be pinned against the wall. He towered over my 5'3 frame, which made it hard for me to be as assertive as I was a few seconds ago.

"First off, I never wanted this. You were the one who agreed to this bullshit, when you could have easily denied it. It's not my fault you're so money hungry."

My mouth opened in shock, appalled at his choice of words.

"And second, I wasn't going to the main lobby for lunch, I was going to the second floor to pick something up. But you messed that up by pressing the button for the first floor instead."

"You saw me, I pressed for the top floor. Why would I do something as stupid as that?"

Within that moment, the elevator doors opened, and sure enough the main lobby was in plain view. Due to safety measures, they let the paparazzi inside since they were crowding the street. Over two dozen of them stood around fixing their cameras and socializing, some arguing with the security and receptionist.

There was then no time to react. I couldn't even push Sebastian away from me until someone saw us.

"Sebastian!" was all it took for the herd to stop what they were doing and storm over to the elevator, snapping pictures and screaming over each other. I pushed Sebastian away from me, but it was too late. I was certain they had already snapped a few good pictures of us, which would be shared greatly over the next few hours.

Sebastian hit the elevator wall with his fist.

"Shit!" He yelled.

Six security guards sprinted to the mad house by the elevator. Two worked at pushing all of them back while two squeezed their way into the elevator. One stayed behind trying to block cameras, which wasn't very effective. Thankfully, I have dealt with Paparazzi countless times, so I knew some sort of way to make sure there were no more pictures snapped. I snatched Sebastian's jacket off to shield my face from the lights. Sebastian didn't protest since he knew exactly what I was trying to do. While I wore his jacket over my head, I couldn't get over how amazing his jacket smelled.

I know, smell someone's jacket while the Paparazzi are trying to eat you alive. Very clever, Leslie.

The chaos just got worse and worse every second. The doors wouldn't close since they were interfering with the sensor, so the two security guards blocked me and Sebastian while the rest pushed the herd farther and farther from the elevator. The security and Paparazzi were spitting curse words even I haven't heard of; my eyes widened at the words they were saying.

Eventually, the herd was pushed back enough to let the doors finally close, but before they could close, a petite blonde squeezed through security and into the elevator as the doors met. The security almost threw her out before they recognized her face.

Lucinda.

"Lucinda, what are you doing here?" I asked.

She held up a bag from McCarthy's Sandwich Shop in her hand.

"I got Sebastian's Sandwich!" She replied happily.

Even after what had happened, Sebastian couldn't help but laugh.