You're Mine (GXG) -Completed/Re-Editing-

ELEVEN

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Now onto the chapter !
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BECKY POV:

After submitting my final pick for my secretary, I demand a cup of coffee before I start my work for the day;

I have been away for a while , and without Ginger- Ah . You've guessed it .

I had a lot to do.

[TIME SKIP]

My head was spinning, my shoulders were numb, my butt was on fire, and my legs were limp. It was only midday, but I was feeling as if it was 6 pm ..

From the other side of the hall, I find Andrew on his desk; He was actually working. I wondered if it was another little something in my dad's will, but it was rather iconic to have him right across from me, and if not for the curtains on my glassy window, it'd be as if he was watching me.

Creepy . I know , but to be honest, I really didn't know what was going on in his mind ..

Luckily, he doesn't see me staring at him and I make my way out of my office without attracting any attention.

Seriously, not having someone follow me all day didn't suit my image one bit.

I mean, I was still Becky Jones, a force not to be reckoned with, and which carried a whole generation of legacies. Though, having a personal assistant might still make me come off as "modest", but meh- I'll leave that to the experts.

As I make my way out of the company, basking in my glory, every step I make ozzing with more confidence, more power, each louder than the other, making sure every employee knew I was the owner.

To say the JONES company's was "big" was the ultimate understatement. I mean, it was my own company, (let me forget about the Andrew guy for a second), but everytime I looked down at the main hall from, I was fascinated. From this angle, it was as if I had a panoramic view of this busy space, filled with the sounds of the rushed steps of my employees ..

I was at the main hall when someone, or rather a girl, on the petite side, bumps into me. The bump was so brutal that it felt like a crash. In a blink of an eye, she slips on her heel, falling into the ground. I pick up her purse and I hand it to her, she snatches it away from me and proceeds to get up, only to fall back on her butt with a hard wince.

By now, the scene was already attracting some curious eyes from the passing employees, and some were even slowing down their steps to snoop into this unusual situation that was "interupting" their traffic, featuring no other than their infomous boss :

Yours truly .

Perplexed, I rub my chin and I strech my hand to help the girl still sprawled on the floor. She had a large hat on, a weird clothing choice in the only sunny winter day on a snowy week, but I'm not the fashion police.

Instead, I was a gentlewoman.

I speak. " Can you get up on your own?"

-" Sh*t"

Then, I hear her mutter .

-" This is so embarassing "

I try to repress a chuckle and I clear my throat .

-" Do you plan on staying there for the whole day ? I'm a busy person "

I strech my hand again but she slaps it away , and proceeds to get up. It was obvious that she was in pain, her heel seemed as if broken too, worse , her ankle was as if twisted . She tries to make a step forward, but it was barely a progress.

Next thing I know, I was walking her past the hall .. Her hat was so big that I couldn't even see this young woman -seemed around my age- with a strange fashion sense in mid winter.. I mean , even if she was here to impress anyone, who the hell wears a short skirt when it was freezing cold ?!

Though, when I begin walking her to the waiting area, I get a side view of her face.

She turns to look at me nearly at the same time I do, and I freeze for a second while her mouth opens in a silent gasp ..

I say with contempt. " I know , this is your lucky day "

When we reach the seats at last, I sit her and I see some eyes moving between the girl and I in a suggestive manner. " Behind" me, others were whispering indinstinctly.

It may have been okay before . Back when my dad was still alive , back when I was the only other Jones in this company . Now , it was different. I needed to protect my image when the bastard was only 10 floors away from here.

I force a smile as I gently proceed to walk away from the "injured" girl.

Or so I thought ..

I nearly flinch when she touches my hand. " Wait-"

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The two of us end up going to a more "private" corner of the company; Aka the most remote place, aka the darkest spot, aka underground, aka the only place with less cameras,

aka the garage.

I didn't like this. I didn't like being dragged to places without knowing. I was always the one who takes people to places .

Not the other way around.

I cross my arms. " You know this is inappropriate right ?"

She scoffs, kind of smuggly, kind of sadly, kind of happily. It was a hybrid, a brand new expression I didn't know was available in the human's mystical emotional dictionary.

I raise an eyebrow. "Do you know who I am?"

This time, she takes off her hat, giving me full view of her face .

She was no ordinary girl. She didn't step back. She didn't reteliate, like all the others.

- "What about you Becky Jones?"

Her hard face cracks into a smile. "Do you know me ?"

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Author Note:

Thank you for reading this chapter !

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Madlez