Don't Love Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Mr. Linch lets go of my arm and takes a step back from me. He transforms into a jovial man so quickly, "Mr. Conti, you just walked into a little misunderstanding." He turns to me and says, "You are free to leave Alexa."I walk towards the door, hoping to get out of this office as quickly as possible, worried I might cry. Mr. Conti has a cold, neutral expression on his face that gives away nothing as I pass him. The look he gives Mr. Linch is chilling and it makes me glad I'm not the recipient. I can't help look at his large, well-built frame, that even his suit can't hide, and know that this man can fight and fight well.I brush him lightly when I squeeze by him to get out the door and I feel and electric current run up my arm and into my core, it steals my breathe away. I never get effected by men like this, I thought this kind of reaction was only in fiction. Thankfully, I'm out the door quickly where Tony is waiting for me. He alternates between looking towards me with a kind expr

After a week-long break, I enter my new office with renewed energy. It feels like 3 months ago when I started at Magna Corp, only better because I would be meeting with Tony at the end of the work day to debrief. (He quite literally entered it into our shared calendar as Debrief).I'm more nervous than I should be because of my stupid dream, but I'm a professional, so I suck it up and put on a brave face.At reception, I am handed a badge and told to proceed to the top floor. The reception at the top floor then directs me to a corner office. I'm starting to get curious about who I'll be working for. I assumed that Mr. Conti was saving me from Mr. Finch and they might not actually have an open position for me, especially for an executive.I enter an office with two desks with a similar set-up to my last workplace, only this place is bigger and more modern, which I prefer. There is a door at the opposite end to the room that I assume leads to our boss's office. The best part, though, is

***Any conversation between Alexa and Annabelle is in French***I'm not sure what to say to Mrs. Losange because I don't want to offend her, but I have a day job, so I say, "I'm sure we can find an interpreter to help you throughout the week. I can't exactly take a week away from work right now. I don't have enough vacation days accrued.""You North Americans and your pathetic vacation days. What's the point of living if you only have 10 vacation days a year? Don't worry, I'll have my husband arrange it. You'll stay with me for the week and still get paid. My husband never says no when I put up a fuss."I let it go for now. I'm sure Mr. Losange and Mr. Conti can figure it out. I catch sight of Jessica sending me death stares and decide it's time to get out of here. "Should we go to your scheduled brunch, then to the MET?""Yes. After you," she says excitedly. Her energy is infectious and suddenly the idea of a day of exploring the sights sounds amazing.In the elevator, she turns to m

The champagne arrives and we all toast to my promotion, which I think is surreal. All these powerful people celebrating what would be such a little win for themselves."I'm so glad that you were there to save the day. I would have been distracted all week, worrying about my wife spending all that time alone. I dragged her along on this trip and I would be in big trouble if she didn't enjoy it," he says."Mr. Losange, it's my pleasure. I love any chance I get to speak French and your wife has been so kind to me. It's nice to have someone to sightsee with," I respond."Please call me Antoine," he says. Then he turns to Mr. Conti and says, "Cassio, you really lucked out with this assistant, her French is great, almost like she grew up in France.""I stole her from a rival," is Mr. Conti's straight face reply."Ooo, I love it. So scandalous, it's not normally like you Americans. Always having to meet with HR and lawyers for hours before the slightest decision can be made," Antoine mocks.

I step onto mable flooring and hear my heel clicks echo through the entrance. My eyes are having a hard time registering the splendor they're seeing and I'm weirdly focused on analyzing the echoing sound.For my heels to echo there needs to be a big enough space. Space in Chicago is not cheap. Especially in the downtown neighbourhood this building is in. I know Cassio is rich, I've known it this whole time, but this is the first time I'm being confronted with the reality of what that means. Normally it just means a tailored suit, but that's just the tip of the iceberg.I'll have to g****e his networth at some point. I'm sure Tony already has and could tell me.I'm looking up at the height of the ceiling, which must be high for there to be an echo, so I don't notice that I'm still walking until I walk right into a wall."Ow," I say, taking a few steps back with my hand on my nose. A sure hand wraps around my bicep to steady me and I'm absolutely mortified to find that the wall was, in f