CHAPTER FIFTEEN : DISTURBING EMOTICONS
Isaac’s on his seat that morning. I hesitantly walk on behind him to my desk, as quiet the office can be because it’s just the two of us in there.
“Morning, Ms. Allen.” The formality in his voice is one thing that made my heart tremble inside, what happened the last time we were alone is still fresh to me. Politely, I return back the favour of greeting him. Then silence continued until the office became alive and warm again.
My email pinged and I check it right away, my table is stack with proposals ready for discussion between the top management and clients.
To: Vanna Allen
From: Harold De Rege
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Let us always meet each other with smile,
For smile is the beginning of love.
Good Morning :) ^.~ <3 - H. De Rege
I stare at my screen for I don’t know how long rereading the email message with a disturbing series of emoticons.
To: Harold De Rege
From: Vanna Allen
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Wrong Send?
To: Vanna Allen
From: Harold De Rege
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Nah. :) How’s your head?
Wait a minute.
To: Harold De Rege
From: Vanna Allen
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Yes Sir, my head’s doing fine now. Thanks.
Having Archer as a ‘neighbour’ is something that I found seriously evading. Yesterday he stood there at the front of my house carrying basket full of fruits. Then he stayed and has small talk as if we are good old friends catching up with each other. I remained polite mentally noting to be as we talk about random things. He asked for dinner but excused myself that I have a headache that I better be at my bed early. He’s being so friendly and gentle I can’t help but wonder why he is doing this. Moody and lonely Archer is the part of him that I got used to, though I have seen him as charitable and helpful but him this nice, especially to me. The only thing that I have to instil to my mind is to be very cautious.
To: Vanna Allen
From: Harold De Rege
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I booked us a reservation at The Chef’s. See you at Lunch. <3
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