Chapter 3 It was him

Knock knock

I stood in front of the door that had CEO written in front of it.

I was on the top floor of the building, compared to the ground floor that my previous office was in.

As I walked towards the elevator, almost every employee's eyes were on me but once I entered the top floor, it was like a world of their own.

First of all, I had to use the access card that was inside my appointment letter to access the top floor from the elevator which was new to me.

And also, everyone minded their business here. Not one person looked in my direction and the place was so quiet.

I was sure that if I dropped a pen, the sound would be so clear.

How was I supposed to ask anybody any questions here? Everyone was working like a robot.

"The CEO's office is that way" I could swear that my soul left my body when I heard a voice beside me.

Well, I also managed to get the attention of everyone here because of the little scream I let out while startled.

" I am sorry," I said out loud, and they just turned back to their desks.

I looked behind and it was the same man that delivered the letter to me.

As usual, he didn't say another word but started walking away.

After taking few steps, he stopped and looked behind, directly at me.

Oh, he expected me to follow me. Would it be so hard if he just said so?

" I'm coming," I said to him as he led me to the door I was currently standing in front of.

He knocked on the door and I heard a sound telling us to come in.

I opened the door and when I looked at my side, the man was already leaving.

Well, I guess I'm all on my own.

Mentally prepared, I stepped into the office.

The room was exactly as impressive as I had imagined and yet unlike any space I had ever seen.

The room was also lacking the owner, I noticed.

The office had massive floor-to-ceiling windows covering one wall, revealing a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Sunlight streamed in, casting a soft, golden glow over everything. The skyline felt like it was right there, just outside, vast and unattainable-yet somehow, standing here, I felt like I was at its center.

The desk dominated the room, large and elegantly imposing, set slightly back from the windows, almost as if to suggest that the man who worked there didn't need to stand in the light to command attention.

Made from dark, polished, mahogany wood with sleek edges, it radiated both power and elegance. A laptop sat to one side, closed, next to a few neatly organized papers and a small stack of leather-bound notebooks.

There was no clutter-only the tools he needed, and even those were arranged with a precision that hinted at his meticulous nature, the perfectionist he was said to be.

A simple nameplate at the front bore his name, etched in clean, silver letters, understated yet commanding.

The seating area was across from his desk, where two plush, charcoal-gray armchairs faced each other over a low glass coffee table. A single orchid sat on the table in a small, minimalist pot, its white petals adding a touch of softness to the otherwise masculine room. This was where conversations would happen, I realized-the kind of discussions that shaped futures.

I could only imagine the caliber of people who came in.

Behind the desk, the wall was lined with built-in shelves, sparsely decorated with books, a few awards, and pieces of art. Each item looked carefully chosen, somehow meaningful yet not boastful.

The entire room exuded sophistication, but there was a starkness to it, a sense that everything here had been curated to present a specific, polished image.

I found myself drawn to the single piece of art on the wall beside the window.

It was a watercolor, abstract yet calming, in shades of gray, blue, and green, almost as if to balance the busy scene outside the windows.

My mind drifted to who he must be, the kind of person who created a space like this-pragmatic yet artistic, polished yet with subtle warmth hidden beneath the surface.

With everything I had heard, I realized that this room was an extension of him, every detail a reflection of the man I was about to work with-complex, commanding, and perfect.

" Do you like the painting?" I heard a rather familiar voice ask.

" It is great " I answered unconsciously, still in awe of what was in front of me.

" Thank you. I actually painted it myself" I heard the same familiar voice say.

Wait a minute!! A familiar voice, a very familiar voice was actually communicating to me.

A voice that had taunted me for a long time. The direction of that voice was coming from where the CEO's seat was placed and the pieces started making sense to me.

I prayed to everything I knew so that it won't be what I was thinking.

" Aren't you going to turn back?" I heard him say, more like ordered. Typical of the man that I had met the other night.

Turning back, I just confirmed what I had thought all along. The same eyes stared at me, a little tilt of his lips were visible, like he was amused or should I say, curious about me

It was him.

The man that I had a one night stand with.

I'm not even sure of that because I can't remember anything but his face.

And that man was seated at the chair of my boss, all too comfortable. Looking like he belonged there.

The description of my boss fitting him all too much and the picture I once saw of him.

The rumors were right, his pictures did him no justice.

But how foolish must I have been not to have recognized someone who I had seen his picture.

" Good afternoon, Sir. My name is Trisha Scott and I'm your new secretary" I said to him, regaining my composure.

Playing ignorant was the best way.

He probably have had a lot of night stands with other women other than me so there was a chance he won't remember me.

Even if he did, I was tipsy that night so I would just pretend not to remember anything about him.