CHAPTER 7 - WELCOME TO THE COMPANY

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35 minutes.

Her fingers hovered over the keys of the keyboard as another minute passed by. The old but pristine wooden door, which could lead her to the answers to the questions that had been haunting her for the past week, didn't budge. Nadia glanced at the little clock, attached to the pen holder, on her desk.

40 minutes.

A sense of dread filled her as more and more time flew away. Forgetting about the program she was working on, Nadia stared at the boring wooden door. It wasn't every day that the firm owners, Mr and Mrs Johnson, visited the office to have long conversations with Anderson.

Ever since Mr Johnson retired, Mrs Johnson would stop by the office to get updates about the firm's performance and new clients but that was once in a blue moon. Her last visit had been just three days ago and the fact that she was here again, along with her husband, made Nadia anxious about the revelation, that she had been so persistent to proclaim as a lie.

45 minutes.

The vigorous shaking of her chair snapped her out of her thoughts. Startled by the harsh action, Nadia turned around to see Derek stand behind her chair with a huge smile on his face.

"I told you Mr VanAssche is a man of his words!" Derek claimed proudly. He leaned on her desk and stretched his arm for her to have a look at the watch on his wrist. "48 minutes. That's the longest they have ever stayed in that office. I'm pretty sure they're talking about selling the company."

"Or maybe, they're just talking about firing you for your stunt at Leamington," Nadia smacked his hand away and pulled her chair closer to her desk.

That wasn't the case, though. She was sure the Johnsons weren't there to talk about Leamington. Nadia had already had that conversation, with Anderson and Mrs Johnson, three days ago. The woman had wished to fire Derek as retribution for his actions and Nadia had to use her impeccable persuasion skills to change the woman's mind.

50 minutes.

Oblivious to the little incident where his friend had saved his job, Derek considered that idea for a few seconds then shook his head. "That's a thing of the past, Nadie. No one cares about that stupid hotel anymore. Not after Mr VanAssche so heroically exposed their connections with the Russian mafia to the world!" He placed his hand on his heart, a thing he always did when talking about the man.

Ignoring her friend, Nadia started to type on her computer. She didn't know if the lines she was typing made any sense but, they worked perfectly fine to make Derek believe she wasn't listening to his chatter. So, she continued the act while her mind was occupied by something else.

Even though most of the times Derek was a complete idiot, there was a big chance that he was right about this. It was already close to an hour and knowing Mr Johnson, who started to hate this place after his retirement, and Mrs Johnson, who never spent more than 20 minutes inside the office, Nadia could deduce what was coming. Though, she still hoped for her assumptions to go wrong.

55 minutes.

"Mr VanAssche helped you, Nadie. Twice." Derek shielded the computer screen from her eyes with one of his hands and showed two fingers of his other hand to emphasize his words, "He is a good man. Why do you not like him?" He kicked her chair when she titled her head to a different angle to view the screen. Nadia kicked his leg in return.

"Why are you so interested in him?" She stopped typing and turned in her chair to look at him. For the past whole week, he had been singing praises of Dylan to her. Her ears were tired of hearing how 'charismatic' he looked at Leamington and how he turned into a 'total badass' at the club. Not a single day had passed without him mentioning how much he would love for 'Mr VanAssche to buy the company'. Nadia feared if Derek ever met him again, he might actually start worshipping the man.

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