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Olivia pov:I lifted my gaze and found his piercing eyes locked on me. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and I became completely still, afraid of causing any further damage after the mistakes I had already made."Mr. Henry, I will send the signed contracts to your office as soon as possible," he stated, his gaze still fixed on me. I stood upright, immobilized, not daring to move a muscle."Sure," Mr. Henry responded."Miss Paul, meet me in my office now," he commanded, emphasizing every word. With that, he swiftly walked away, leaving the room in a state of unease. People scattered, each going about their tasks. As for me, I reluctantly headed towards his office, knowing that I would likely be collecting my termination letter.I gently tapped on his office door and heard a faint voice permitting me to enter. Stepping inside, I uttered, "Yes, sir," as I took in the sight of him standing by his chair, meticulously rolling up his sleeves.His gaze immediately shifted toward me. "Are you
Olivia’s Pov:I strolled down to the cafeteria for lunch. I moved my eyes towards the door where her desk can be seen, to see if she was standing there, but she was not at her desk.Two days ago, I made a new friend named Maria. She was part of the marketing department but never stayed in one spot. She was the social butterfly of our office, always roaming around with a beautiful smile and probably making friends with everyone.I spotted my friends, whom I had been getting to know since I joined the company. It had been over three weeks, and I could proudly say that I had managed to navigate through them without breaking down. Hannah, Claire, and Jack are nice and warm people they made it easier for me. I walked towards their table while holding my usual lunch, a chicken sandwich with grape juice.“Hi,” I greeted them as I sat with my tray.“Hi,” Jack said with a smile. Everyone also greeted me backSoon we all fall into a comfortable conversation. It's nice to have people around you
Lucas pov: I was seated in my office, the afternoon sun casting its warm rays across the room, lighting it with a golden hue. Despite trying to stay focused on the paperwork before me, my mind kept wandering to her. As I sifted through the documents, my thoughts were consumed by her presence. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake her from my mind. My concentration was broken when I heard the door creak open, and I looked up seeing Olivia standing there. I hadn't seen her for most of the day, and I couldn't stop my curiosity. “Where have you been?” I asked her, trying to sound casual. Olivia smiled faintly. “I was having lunch with my friends in the cafeteria,” she replied. A surge of jealousy washed over me, but I managed to suppress it and calmly requested Olivia to finish some urgent files by the end of the day. Olivia noticed my peculiar behavior, and her eyes flickered with uncertainty, yet she decided not to remark on it. As I went back to my paperwork, I loosened my
One of my favorite pastimes is gazing at the stars on a quiet night. I sat in my comfortable pajamas, with a cup of steaming coffee, savoring the warmth and tranquility of the moment. Under the late-night moonlight, I became consumed by thoughtsand leaned back in my chair, gazing out at the city skyline in the distance. I rested my chin on my knuckles, pondering over the events that had just taken place. I couldn't help but think about what I had said to my boss about handling any negative remarks thrown his way. I couldn't believe those words had come out of my mouth. On the one hand, I was relieved that I had been able, to be honest with my boss and express my thoughts. The whole conversation had been so unexpected, and I had found myself saying things that I hadn't even realized I had been thinking. On the other hand, though, I was worried about what would happen next. I know I am attracted to him, but that didn't mean I wanted to act on it.The only thing to do was to handle the
Olivia’s pov:I arrived at work the next morning, feeling a bit anxious. I realized I was five minutes late, but my worry subsided when I noticed that Lucas was also running late – something quite unusual for him. I figured he might have gotten stuck in traffic, which seemed to be terrible this morning.Trying to shake off the nerves, I continued with my day, but I kept an eye out for Lucas, expecting him to show up eventually. Sure enough, around 9:30, he arrived, but he appeared different today. There was a distant look in his eyes, and he didn't respond to my greeting. Well, he's back to his grumpy self.Without saying a word, I went to the cafeteria and grabbed a cup of coffee and a sandwich for him, as I did every morning. I went to his office, but something felt off when I walked through the door. His eyes were slightly red, and he looked off. Unsure of what to do, I placed the coffee and sandwich on his desk, and then quietly returned to my work. The morning passed, and I not
We had come full circle, and the grumpy man had reverted to his usual self, or perhaps even grumpier than before. It seemed that he was determined to ignore me at any cost, going out of his way to avoid any interaction. Surprisingly, he had even stopped asking for his daily coffee, which was a sure sign that something was amiss. This change in behavior puzzled me.In the past, he would often scold me for the smallest mistakes or quirks, like using a purple pen on the draft file. But now, he didn't seem to care about such trivial matters. It was as if I had become invisible to him, and that feeling of being constantly ignored was frustrating.I couldn't shake off the curiosity and the desire to know what had gone wrong to cause this sudden avoidance. Had I done something to offend him unknowingly? Or was there an issue unrelated to me that was affecting his behavior?As much as I tried to maintain my professionalism and focus on my work, this situation was taking a toll on my emotions.
I stood confidently in front of him, exuding a self-assurance that matched his usual demeanor. Placing the file on his desk, I turned to leave, purposefully disregarding his presence, just as he often did with me. From my peripheral vision, I could feel his intense stare, but I refused to let it affect me. “Olivia, where are the notes for this file?" he asked, his voice firm and insistent. I turned to face him, a hint of sass in my voice, "It's already in the file, Sir." He seemed taken aback by my response, his voice slightly louder, "What's wrong?" My composure remained steadfast as I replied firmly, "Nothing." "It's definitely something if you're running out of my office like I ate your last slice of cake," he retorted, raising an eyebrow. For a moment, I was caught off guard, "What? Did you eat my cake?" I asked, a touch of worry creeping into my voice. I had kept a slice in the office fridge earlier, and I wondered how he could possibly know. He sighed, "No, Olivia, I didn'
Since I got up in the morning, I struggled to reconcile my overwhelming emotions regarding what went on between Lucas and me. However, despite the inner turmoil, I found it difficult to come to terms with the intensity of our connection. I have no regrets about what happened. I wondered if he regretted the intimate moment we shared or if his feelings toward the kiss were not as strong as mine. The sense of vulnerability made me want to hide under the covers in my bed all day. Despite these doubts, I finally gathered the courage to get up and head to the office to see him, hoping that meeting him would provide some clarity about where we stood with each other.As I stepped into the office, an unfamiliar aura enveloped me, making it seem like a whole new place. It was as if everything had changed overnight. I made my way to my desk, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling, and began organizing my tasks for the day.Soon after, I noticed Lucas arriving, but he seemed distant and pre