From hating his boss to fake dating him. What could go wrong?
Secretary Andrew is the perfect secretary. Intelligent, resourceful, and beloved by the employees. While his boss, Sir Allen-the CEO's son, is cold, anti-social, and has the emotional cap...
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After circling the area, Andrew watched the entrance that led to the busy commercial street where Sonna was holed up through a convenience store window across the road. The street was bright enough because of the businesses that lined the one-way street, and there was foot traffic though was still sufficient space for a chase.
Andrew scrutinized the three dubious thugs loitering around the entrance whom he's decided to name Goon #1, Goon #2, and Goon #3. They acted casual enough to avoid any suspicion, but the gun loosely slotted in Goon #2's back pocket was threatening enough. He was pretty sure he could pickpocket that gun away. Mostly. He was mostly sure. Damn.
His fingers kept flexing and unflexing on their own. His feet kept bouncing off the ground. Stealing a gun from a thug should be easy pickings...Calm down, Andrew. CALM DOWN. And stop thinking about Allen and his sad face. Stop thinking about him calling you. Stop it. Andrew alerted Leon Security, Lopez's personal security firm, hoping that they wouldn't need it.
The loud noise from the group of employees tore Andrew's attention away from his thoughts. They flooded out from a nearby building and into the sidewalk with about three groups huddled together. Andrew didn't have time to think, he took this as a chance to steal the gun and avoid being eventually shot in the back. He's too cute and too young to be shot outside. Besides, he still has a score to settle with Allen. Andrew paced himself to trail behind the group so he wouldn't look like a creep or a thief or both.
His hands were starting to get sweaty. His forehead. His armpits. Every pore of his body was sweating, yet he felt cold to the touch. There was a strong irresistible urge to stare at the goons as they got closer and closer.
They were already just a few steps away from the street entrance when Goon #1 and Goon #3 got up and started walking toward them while Goon #2 remained by the entrance staring far into the street. Goon #1 lit up a cigarette between his lips as the pair walked past Andrew. A glowing ember from the cigarette flew past his face and into the cheek of one of the employees beside him. The guy flailed and caused a commotion. Goon #2 was right beside them. Andrew turned around in fear of being recognized. The other employees started to gather around the guy along with Goon #2.
Andrew used this opportunity to push the group towards Goon #2. They stumbled together like jelly. Andrew used the momentum to reach for the gun. The world seemed to slow down for a moment. The only thing he could hear was his heartbeat. Andrew pinched the gun between his fingers and drew it out in a smooth check motion.
For a passing moment he thought that pickpocketing might have been his talent. That was until the gun slipped between Andrew's sweaty and shaky fingers and the gun dropped to the ground along with Andrew's heart and newfound confidence. Before Goon #2 could turn around, Andrew kicked the gun further into the crowd. He launched into a jog and picked up the gun. He shoved it inside his waist band.
He dashed forward and headed for one of the clothing stores. He looked around to make sure that no one was following him and went inside. He ran straight to the fitting rooms. He called out Sonna's name. From the last stall, Sonna came out with wide, teary eyes.
