Our stories sound alike, although he had wealthy parents, he had struggled to make sure that he created a name for himself and he had done just that. Within. Within the span of two years, Maclina was a giant tech company with major prototypes and patents which they oversaw.
Throwing a fist in the air, I threw a glance at my surroundings, tiptoeing to the balcony which had an infinity pool attached to it. I swallowed, willing myself to be calm as my dream to own an apartment just as fine as this wasn't so far off.
I have seen talks about it, but seeing it in itself was spectacular. The office had tables leaning against the wall,with a keyboard attached to a MacBook.
My fingertips ran on then while I tried to fight the urge to ask where the others were when he strutted in, dressed in navy blue pants and a beige top to match.
I swallowed when he glared at me, piercing through my soul with those Hazel eyes, I threw my eyes away, glancing back at the marble tile not wanting to believe that there was a possibility that he was the one who had been with me last night.
There was no way that was possible, he would be the last person I will ever run into in the streets of Texas, besides we really didn't run in the same circle so that was out of it.
Letting out a gush of air, I listened to what he said. "That is yours, you should be able to handle an iPad, right?" I shoved how condescending his tone was, focusing on the issue at hand.
"Yes,"
"Good, then let's go."
His gait straightened as he sauntered past me toward the elevator while I was left with no choice than to meet up as his legs were endless and I was painstakingly slow.
I let out a sigh of relief when he halted, just enough for me to catch up with him before he got into the elevator. The air clenched when we were in,in so close proximity to him. I noticed how huge he was, and how I paled in comparison to him.
"Stop staring, that's rude." He uttered just before the elevator dinged and I stepped out after him.
The car opened with a click and I slipped in after him, trying so hard not to touch the interior. Wales had a fine car but not this fine.
I couldn't bring myself to confront him, maybe I wasn't any better since I had sex with a stranger the night before.
"It wouldn't be that great if you keep zoning out." His voice drifted out, slamming me so hard.
"Mr. Jerald."
"Jerald." He turned to me.
"What?"
"Let's drop the title, call me Jerald and I will call you Claire as well."
"But why?"
"Enough with the questions. I expect that you will be at your best while we are there. Don't make me regret employing you."
"Is there something you want me to do aside from taking notes?"
"Watch, ascertain, point out the flaws as well. It is camouflaged as a late brunch, but it's more than that."
"I get that."
He drove in, stopping right outside a restaurant which lay on the outskirts of town and I gulped in, wanting to believe it was some kind of luck that seemed to have run out because I frequented this place with Wales whenever he was in a good mood.
He got out, the same time I did, brushing his fingers slightly against mine before we walked in. I stood transfixed to the ground a bit thrown out of place when he gazed back at me.
Rushing after him, I sat beside him when he did, a pale man with salt and pepper hair sat, both hands on a crab as he sucked in noisily on it. I muffled my speech when Jerald greeted, then sat down afterwards.
"Good afternoon." I greeted after him, wanting to take a seat when a glare from Jerald had me standing upright. So cruel.
" Jerald, who is this?" His eyes lingered on me, running through me intensely before he wiped his fingers with a tissue.
"My secretary, Claire, Claire, this is Mr. Owen."
" A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Owen." I summoned up the nicest smile I could conjure, hoping that he would buy into it even when I was so displeased. What was wrong with me taking a seat? My legs were beginning to ache.
"Well, well, I never knew you had a secretary this young, why haven't I met her before?"
"She was newly hired, and by me." Jerald answered. It took everything in me not to throw my fist at Mr. Owen because he was the type who couldn't keep his lust to himself.
I wonder if he knew that I could smell it all the way from here, that he wanted me and somehow, I really hoped Jerald would get him off.
"Well, well, I'm guessing this is going to go easier than I had expected."
Jerald slipped his phone out, handing it over to Mr. Owen.
" You asked for this, and that's it. If we come to a conclusion today, I will come over myself to show you a presentation on how it works."
"You have done that already, Jerald, and there's no need saying the same thing over again, it makes it boring." His lips curved into a smirk, before he ran his eyes over me once more, ogling at me.
My hands fistened as I tried to get how irritating he was acting out of my mind. My eyes turned to Jerald who I was so sure knew what was happening, but he was silent. What exactly was he doing?
"I am ready to sign the contract right here and now. I will have my assistant make a transfer right now, I know what you are capable of, what your work is capable of."
" And?"
" I am going to save you a whole journey of coming for the presentation and throw in a million if you do what I want."
The air crackled with tension because before he could say it, I knew, felt it and was sure Jerald did as well because he turned to me, his orbs endless before he tore them away and I found myself wanting to tell him not to do that, not to throw me to the wolves.
"A night with your secretary, she leaves with me and you get your money, and I get the application and all, what do you say?"