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"Where is the exact location?" "You can't just barge in when you want. A private meeting is going on" "But Master forgot his food!" "Food isn't more important than rules" I almost spat my frustration out at him but remained silent enough in order to let the calm vibe walk in. There was no way I was destroying my image by actually fighting with a security guard. Mistakenly or as to how it should be, Mr. Aiden, the world-class man whose good qualities shined everlastingly, had forgotten his lunch bag. Being the one and only who could get it to him, here I was, in the most formal wear of mini skirts and white sleeves, wanting to meet him. "This shall be given to him" "Please let him know a piece of my mind too" I gave in, as fast as possible, just when the guard was getting a bit too excited by my dress. I almost killed him with a glare and began to walk off to the taxi driver when I heard a gate creaking open. I turned around and found Harry in blood and flesh. My blood ran throu
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"Two Americanos" I simply had no idea this would be so easy. Knowing what a man he could be, intolerant and the least caring type, I was expecting him to be ignorant. But that strange knocked-out face made me think twice on whether he was pretending, but it seemed, either way, benefit able for me. "You like Americano?" "You?" He raised an eyebrow. I slapped my face and smiled "Sorry, sir~ Do you like Americano?" He stared at me, blankly, those words failing to come out. I smiled again and he looked elsewhere. Thankfully, the cafe wasn't in the off times, or rather let's say, the rich of the building were too busy to even grab a coffee. Apart from a woman with a dog, there was not a soul, and the waiter; a young guy got us our coffees. The fact he bent a bit to bow in front of Aiden made me exhale a bit. "Why coffee?" This question seemed unexpected. I mean, when someone invited you, that is not what you ask unless and until you are planning to have the coffee in an awkward co
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"Two chocolate icecreams.." I stared at him blankly, with a deceiving eye, not forsaking any matter of his kindness with actual concern in fact a show he would put forward. After all, the big Aiden Mathews buying ice cream for his assistant! How romantic! "You like chocolate?" His red tie flew in the air, whilst he walked against the flow of the wind. Those black shoes dipped in san had turned all brown and his eyes were irritated due to the wind. "Yes"Obstinate answer. I lost my senses and tried not to communicate further. "Talk" I stared at him, in shock. He didn't meet my eyes but repeated the same thing. "Talk" "About what?""The wind, the beautiful beach, blue waves, this stillness, this serenity" His words dipped in a bottle of honey, sounded like the poetry my aunt used to make me learn as a middle schooler. You barely understood much but loved the sound of it. It was what exactly the pompous Aiden Mathews was feeding me now. "What is the big break now?'"In the beach
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"What have you learned?" I looked down, 'Specifically nothing much" Mrs. Halsey seemed irritated, She signalled for coffee and sighed, "I thought you would make it easily" "He is a wall, mistress. I can't just.....barge in" "I know! But you are perfect for this job" She was trying to build over my already dripping confidence. Because I didn't know what I want; that man or his secrets. "You can do it. Trust me. You have all my help" I took a deep breath. Yes, I could. "Tell me, what is that mistress actually wants?" She smiled, "His papers of the land" "Where were you?" I got in, only to be noticed by Harry. My mind sped again, in the same intensity whenever he came closer. "Coffee with......friend" He shook his head, "Seems like someone else, but I will leave it at that" He offered me the way, as a respected man. "That is some manners Master must learn" He grinned, "Aiden has his way of things. He has always been like that" "Your too informal", I cleared my throat,
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Hey folks,So here's the deal.I had taken a very extended leave. Unasked for yes. I never stated it and it just happened. To mark it, I was repeating an entrance exam that would have marked my future. I needed those almost six months that I have been absent here, in order to be present there.Exams and long schedules really took a toll on me, that I just couldn't gather the energy to be here and write down my next chapters.I'm so glad to be back, and honestly its the bets decision I have ever made cause I aced the exams!Wooho, so I'm BACK!I shall be updating regularly for this week and then it might reduce to three times a week, cause I need to deal with universities and colleges, the list which shall be out by next week probably.But I won't disappear againSo thank you for waiting for me.Not leaving this book aside like most would have.Anna has a lot to learn from Aiden and vice versa.Love,Your Author
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"Get the luggage ready by next noon" The assistant nodded, running his fingers through the sheaf of papers. The dining room was lit, in beauty and style, its gold luxury glistening off every nook of the wall. Cupboards flushed with glass crockeries, vases and fresh flowers adorned the right while the left of the big-sized table was embraced in portraits "Sir, but we have that lunch in the afternoon...after our official meet" Realization dawned with the slip of his words. As expected, that remark wasn't quite appealed. His eyes wavered at the mention, twisting the silence into a peak of warning for the young lad, who now in his shining suit and tie, flinched. Through those sweaty brows, he looked up at his master, who now had pulled down his shades. "Lunch isn't the appropriate word. It is a buffet, Harry" The latter nodded vigorously, his breath gasping at the way his name had been pronounced. Only he knew how insulting it would be to hear one's name spoken, spelled from thos
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"The soup tastes good, I hope...Aid--I mean, Mr. Aiden Mathews, I hope you are enjoying the evening here", came the wide-eyed comment and flirting of Mrs. Halsey, whose extra arrangements of seats and foods were just for imploring her man. He just nodded, taking it as a proper business talk, not because there were many other officials there but because she deserved no attention for these obstinate tries. There was always space for everyone, but a nod was enough for all whom he rejected. However, the dumb lady thought the nod gave her even more opportunities; a misunderstanding on her behalf. "About the business partnership, Mrs. Halsey, we are putting in 10 percent deal' He raised his eyebrows. Harry noticed the tension, and twisting his head down and upright, he hissed a bit and spoke politely to show he was interrupting. "Mr. Mark, 10 percent was our deal. If could proceed with anything lower, I assume the losses would only be worth the deal" The rich luxury fellow, known
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The next afternoon, all schedules planned were postponed. Harry was shocked by this sudden revelation, that it took some while to settle down the deals and purchases meant for that day. About three official calls, about twenty or so dealing calls, and finally in between, to add spices, his fiancé would call to make sure he had had his breakfast or had drunk eight glasses of water. "Its just to make sure that big boss isn't making you dehydrated or anything" He laughed, keeping his head tilted so it held the phone while another limb arranged the sheaf of papers scattered in the main bedroom of his boss. "Nah! Seriously, can't trust that jerk!" "Alright, love, that's enough. I'll catch up with you later. Love you" 'Yeah, year. Love you too!" Saying so, Harry ended the call, before another string of curses on Aiden barged upon his head. Now, what specialty did this noon have was uneventful, for the lights were swished up and down with balloons, personally by the gardener,
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