Maybe This Time

CHAPTER EIGHT : ABETTOR

CHAPTER EIGHT   :        ABETTOR

       

            I stomp my way out of the deck. I haven’t been that far when I pass Mr. Lopez with his innocent smile plastered on his face. I follow him a gaze until he vanished at the door of his own office.

            Shoot!

            Is it ever possible that the Victor that rescued me from before and the Victor who hired me years ago are the same?

Oh! This is insanity!! Unmindful, I marched my way to his office with fists balled at my sides where I’ve been stopped by the very lenient Gail Simoune, Secretary to the EVP-General Manager. Her smile radiates all throughout the room that it even flounce some of the dust that is clouding my mind.

            “Good Day Ms. Allen, something I can do to vanish that crease on your forehead?” she’s so cute I want to hug her but I should not forget my purpose upon stomping all the way here.

            “I wish to see the General Manager,” I answered her nicely; I really admire this girl since the first I laid my eyes on her, just like her boss. Her boss that I find so charming and disarmingly sweet. I sighed. Today’s not the day for your daydreaming Vanna.

            She scoots immediately to her boss’s office and returned with a wide grin, I found that very intriguing, did she just caught him with his hands in his pants!? Oh no! That should be me!

            “He’s at his sanctuary. And I shall warn you, he looks so hot out there.” And we both end with a fit of girly giggles. I strode pass the glass door and go straight to his balcony. He has his broad back on me when I step out to the shade and I am literally frozen to my spot when he glances back to me,

He has Ray Ban’s on,

This sight,

This man...

            His smile ebbs the intensity of the afternoon splendour.

            I have my hand covering my mouth in disbelief as he finally walks in front of me; my eyes are wide with the late shrinking of events that happened that day when he hired me up to this very moment. His smile broadens even further as he places a hand on my shoulder.

            “Earth to Vanna.” He spills those words while putting the Ray Ban’s away.

            I mentally kick myself to respond to him but there’s not even a single word ready for release.

            “Something very important Ms. Allen.” He sits on the other end of the couch motioning me to sit with him, I move, finally, but sit with uncertainty. I calm my dribbling heart and open my hands on my lap.

            Breathe. Vanna. Breathe.