Ace's POV:
"The meeting will take place in an hour, Sir." Andrea, my secretary, informs.
I absentmindedly nod back at her, not focusing on a word she just said. She clears her throat bringing me out of my reverie.
"Huh?"
"Meeting in an hour, Sir." She repeats.
"Yeah okay," I reply and she leaves.
What is wrong with me today? I call Andrea back into the office.
"Postpone the meeting to the day after tomorrow," I say curtly.
"But Sir..." I stare back at her with icy gray eyes which makes her stop for a few seconds. "its Saturday Sir, the day after tomorrow." She says quietly, fearing my cold stare.
Obviously, it's Saturday. I mentally face-palm myself.
"Then postpone it to Monday," I reply and get up from my chair. She stands there for a few seconds before nodding at me and going back to her cabin. I grab my coat from the coat hanger and make my way out of my office and into the elevator.
In seconds, I am in front of my Saab 9-3 and I get in without sparing a second. Few minutes into the ride, my phone rings. I look up and the caller ID makes me smile. I quickly pick up the call.
"Heyyy!" she says, ever so excitedly.
"Hey, Pumpkin," I reply. I know how much she hates that name which makes me want to tease her even more with that name.
"I'm making a cake. The list is already texted to you. Bring The Things Yourself." She says, completely ignoring my nickname for her, and hangs up.
What the...
Huffing, I ask the driver to stop at a grocery store so that I can buy some things. Being a CEO clearly doesn't mean that I can escape my little sister's wrath. I roll my eyes at the thought.
When we stop at a store, I get out of the car and walk in it. 5 minutes later, I get everything apart from the strawberry frosting and I know she will kill me if I don't get it. I pay for the rest of the things and walk out of the store.
The cold November wind hits my face and even though it's only 4 in the afternoon, the sun is setting down, spreading purple hues in the sky. The tall buildings reaching the sky and reflecting the rays of sunshine make the whole view breathtakingly beautiful.
My thoughts are cut off by my phone ringing and I look at the screen to see Mia again.
"You got everything?" she asks,
So demanding.
"Almost," I reply and she hangs up AGAIN.
Just as I put my phone back in my pocket, I spot a bakery across the road. I don't know what makes me think that they will sell strawberry frosting, but I cross the road carefully and enter the bakery.
Upon entering the bakery, the first thing I smell is the aroma of freshly baked buns, cakes, and cookies.
I stand at the entrance and then.....
I see her.
I remember when I was around 6 years old, my mum used to tell me that girls are as fragile as glass. You drop her and she is broken. There is no way to make her the same way she was once she is broken.
I probably didn't understand what she meant by that back then but now, 16 years later, I understand what she meant. Yes, I do understand. Just by looking at her, or what is there to see of her, I can feel how fragile she is.
I am brought out of my reverie when someone bumps into me. It is only then I realize that I am standing at the entrance of the bakery. I look at the person who bumped into me moments ago and see a small girl looking at me while giggling, showing her white teeth.
She looks extremely cute with her golden pigtails and hazel-colored eyes that are shining with mischief. She was no older than 7 or 8 years.
I get down on my knees so that we are leveled, though I am still taller than her.
"Are you here alone?" I ask gently.
"Nope!" she says, giggling, and runs behind the counter.
I stand up and look in the direction of the counter, wondering if I can still see 'her'. Yup! She's still there, staring back at me with wide eyes. She looks more fragile than the glass my mum told me about. I can see the slight redness of her cheeks behind the mask she is wearing and wonder whether it is because of the hotness in the bakery or because of the fact that I caught her staring at me red-handed.
I make my way over to the counter, where she is still staring at me, avoiding people on my way. Once at my destination, I take in her appearance.
Perfectly shaped nose, half covered. Dull hazel eyes, showing emotions that I can't decipher. Thick, auburn hair, braided French style, it was obvious she had naturally curled hair. I mentally face-palm myself as I realize what I am doing.
She looks down at her shoes and I notice a still healing scar just above her right eyebrow, very skillfully covered by the work cap she was wearing. It looked like someone had hit her with something sharp or edgy.
Suddenly, my blood started to boil. How dare someone hit my girl. I'll rip that man's head off! Wait..... my girl?
"Would you like something, Sir?" Her angelic voice asks me.
"Uhhhh. .... yeah... I..."
She looks at me expectantly to order while I awkwardly stand there, Scratching the back of my neck. Why am I so nervous?
"Can I get some strawberry frosting? " I ask, finally remembering.
She lightly laughs, not realizing that she has sent me into a garden of never-ending thoughts. I suddenly wanted her to laugh again, hear her laugh, make her laugh.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" She asks with an amused smile.
"Yeah? " I reply dumbly.
She narrows her eyes at me, before nodding and going to the backroom of the bakery.
She comes back moments later, holding a box of strawberry frosting. I pay for the sweet and turn to leave, not actually wanting to leave.
I think for a moment and turn back to face her. She has that expectant look on her face again as I open my mouth to speak.
"WillyouliketobecomemyPA?" I ask, making it sound like gibberish.
"I'm sorry?" Her confusion causes her eyebrows to furrow in a cute way.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?" I ask hesitantly.
"I'm sorry but I am at work right now and I don't really talk to strangers." She responds nonchalantly.
Ouch.
"But you are still talking to me," I smirk while trying to play my cool.
She drops her gaze. " I can talk to you if you wait till I am free." She mumbles, almost to herself.
"When does your shift end?" I ask the same way.
"9."
"Okay, I am waiting at that table," I say as I point toward the table in the far corner of the bakery.
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A/n I'm a slow updater guys because I have to write my ideas in my diary first, then on word, and finally over here, so please bear with me.
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Romance"What's your problem?" Ace asks, clearly annoyed. "What's your problem?" I question back. "You." He replies without hesitation. "What about me?" I ask in a low whisper, hiding the hurt in my voice. "Your auburn locks, your hazel eyes, your cute expr...
