Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven. 

Anastasia's POV.

Sebastian Hunter, son of Mr Cole Hunter, the Third in media. 

Sebastian. He's really proved to be a confusing one, because of his actions towards Olivia. The way he had addressed her when he asked for my attention. 

I mean, after he came to meet us, he and Olivia had a little chat that didn't quite last long and sadly enough, I barely heard anything. Then, he asked to see me, to which Olivia agreed to when he was pestering. 

I am currently leaning on the cool iron rails before the glassy part of the building, waiting for Sebastian to talk. He's been standing next to me for the past five minutes or so, and I can't take the silence anymore. My head's booming, and I'm tired of looking out into the distance. Just knowing I'm close to the glassy area is scary enough. 

"So, what's to talk about?" I say and look at him. 

A smile forms on his face right away, before he winks. "I was waiting for you to start up the conversation, and you did." Okay, that's weird. I straighten myself to take a firm look at him. 

"Are you kidding me?"

He chuckles as a response, I guess. "Well, I'm not. I just wanted to know how you're feeling towards my actions earlier." He halts. Oh, good, he knows they weren't warming towards Olivia. 

However, I frown, "I don't have an issue with it."

"But you have questions for me. I'm sure you want to know about me, but first, I want to ask," there's a slight pause, "did you fix that computer, yourself?"

I nod, not wanting to talk. Uh-ho, maybe he doesn't like people doing his work for him. "Sorry?"

He uses his hand to wave me off, "nah, it's actually cool that you helped me out. These folks are petty." His eyes move to the room, where the staff-mates are. I frown there. What's with him, hating them and them, hating him. That's completely not okay. "That's why I want to get close to you and form a friendship, if possible."

I smile there. "Well, it might work. But you've got to prove you can be a productive friend, as I would do the same."

He tsk slightly and lowly, "is that a deal?" 

"We can shake hands to it." I help complete, and he chuckles, now, a bit louder. 

"Sure," he takes my hand, and we go back to being mute for a few seconds. "So, you can ask what you want to ask." 

My eyes gaze at him from the corner. "What do you mean?" I try to act innocent. 

"Are you kidding me? You don't want to know why I'm hated here and hate them too, or why I'm even working here?" He has just said it all: he has just said the basic curiosity I want unveiled. 

I nod my head, hurriedly. "Yeah, I want to know. It's confusing."

Releasing a villain-like smirk, he starts talking, "well, I can't tell you all for now, so take this as an invitation of me, proving myself worthy enough to be trusted with secrets and be reciprocal. My father, himself, sent me to this city for a very important reason, which I can't disclose. We had an information that there are some threats in this city." I raise my brows there. Ooh...funnily scary. "So, with that already said, I won't be staying here for long. And about why I hate those species in that room," once again, he looks to the room behind him but this time, with a hateful look that makes me furrow my brows, "it's a long story that you'll get to know about once you know me." 

Sensing he's finished, I nod my head. I think I may have understood his point of view towards his office mates and maybe that's why they hate him, too. However, I don't want to start asking questions, because it'll only lead to me being a pervert and in the end, I may not get the information I need. Plus, what do I need it for? He's not a close friend yet, so I don't need knowing much. 

His next words bring me back to the now, "can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you know that Nicholas before?" His eyes squint at my face, as though, to read my mind to have the real answer. 

"Um, no, why did you ask?" I release a tense laugh. 

"Well, it's just that he pays attention to you a lot." His eyes shift from my face to the distance, within the room. I follow the trail to the other end of the room. There is Nicholas and next to him is a talking Olivia, who's showing him something but if I am correct, he is not paying attention to what she's saying. Rather, I think, he's looking at me. More like, staring. It's unnerving.

"Oh..." My voice is low. I look over to Sebastian, who's gazing at Nicholas with no respectful look in his eyes. It gives me the chill. 

"And that's the definition of weird." Sebastian, saying, I find myself giggling. 

"Oh, thank goodness I wasn't the only one to notice it." I had said before realizing. There's a short moment of taciturn before, all of a sudden, Sebastian burst into laughter. 

I didn't think I was funny, was I?

"I think we are going to be great friends." He says, which is awing and, at the time, pushing. 

"Well, could be true." I say and he nods.

"You know, it's good to know we are on the same page about these guys being so weird with that pale skins, bewitching eyes and hypnotizing look." There's something behind his words that tells me that he isn't being jealous, either seriously or jocularly, of how many of those in this mass offices look so different, awesomely different, but that he's trying to portray the over beauty that they have to have a disadvantage to someone like me and him.

"That's one way to describe them, I guess." I pause and continue, "you talk like they are different from us."

"Trust me, a lot of them are. At least, seventy percent, but we'll see." That last part: I don't think it's for me. "You can say that's why the CEO is weird in his actions, too." Well, he's right. 

I want to say something but a presence, clearing their throat to voice out halts me and quickly, I turn my back to face who it is. I blink continuously, as I stare at Hillary, standing in front of me with his height, towering over mine. Jeez! He's even more manly now. 

"Don't you just have a lot to say about us?" His question is directed at Sebastian. He clears his throat. "I thought your father, the Third, wanted you only to inspect and do the job given to you." Says Hillary, his tone tight. Wait, they are going to fight?

What does that mean, what Hillary just said?

"I don't follow any rule, especially not from one like yourself."

"Then, foremost, stop lurking around, in the night, distracting some fragile girl, if you know what I mean, and go back to being the office engineer that you are, so you don't get to be told what to do." Although Hillary is talking with such a smooth voice, I can guess he's burning inside but just trying to keep his cool. If anything, it's working greatly, unlike for Sebastian, who's flared up. His facial expression practically made me think he's going to fight his boss's best friend, but he just stomps away. 

My nerves begin to settle just in time, Hillary takes a step closer. "Miss Sanusi, I'm sorry about that."

"No need, Hillary. And please, call me Ana." I say. He nods right at my words. 

"Surely." 

"I guess you're not occupied, are you?" I raise my gaze at his face, but failed to hold it long. He makes me feel almost like Mr Nicholas does. The kind of look they possess is so captivating that I fear I'll start gawking.

"No, not at all. Although, I'll be staying around till evening. Mr Nicholas has said he would be taking me to his house himself." 

He chuckles lightly, "did he know," rhetorically, he stated. "That's fine. But why don't I buy your time till then. Nicholas has gone for a board meeting and Olivia has accompanied him. It'll take long. Since you seem like an avid reader, proven one, actually, we could grab some snacks two blocks from here and get to talk about writing." He invites and feeling like, for some reason, I can't reject, I nod my head. 

"Sure. I can't say no, can I?" The laugh I laughed is an evident nervousness. 

"Of course, you can. The fact that you are an employee here doesn't take away your rights. Not even at workplace." He says nicely.

"Let's do that. I'll be bored sooner than later anyway."

He gives me his arm, allowing me to hook mine inside of his, and we both walk out of the office. By the way, the amount of stares I got is enough to leave a residual on my body, funny enough. 

Outside the office, he releases me when we get to the pavement. There's a car parked in front of us already. I look at him when he wants to open the door, before stopping him. 

"I thought you said the snack shop is just two blocks away." I state more of a question rather. 

He nods right away, "yes."

"Then, we can walk."

"Oh, I wouldn't stress you." That made me laugh. Only if he knew how much I have trekked in my life. My life is basically poor of money when compared to his life. 

"No, not at all. Walking is an exercise too, remember."

"Of course. As you wish," he says, and leads the way. I walk side by side with him to the snack shop.