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fourteen

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I left the office with anger boiling inside me. And here I had wondered where Louis's cockiness and slyness came from. I wasn't even sure if my ears were working straight, because I never expected his father to be a jerk. Just because I was an intern doesn't mean I understand shit.

"Lola!" Louis caught my arms and I glared at him, trying to break free.

"Let go!" I snapped and didn't care how loud my voice was. He cursed and pulled me with him, while I clawed at his hand until he hissed.

"Listen to me!" he snapped and I froze, caught by surprise. "My father was not underestimating you, Lola; he was fucking with your head. He wasn't making fun of you; he just had to make sure you weren't easy to buy."

I relax a little and he lets go of my arm, rubbing softly over the red skin. I push my arm away and he clears his throat, a hint of smile tugging on his lips.

"He has a way of thinking. Sometimes, I don't understand him myself." He mumbles lowly and I look up at him, noting the way his eyes soften and glow whenever he talks about his father.

I turn to leave and he catches my arm again, gentler this time. "Are you all right?"

I'm startled by the question, so I just nod, and he releases my arm hesitantly.

I curse under my breath as I walk away. I really need to compose myself around him, especially since we're working together for some time. I took my things and rushed out of the building, dramatically sighing as being able to breathe for the first time.

***

My office at NBC was my safe place, where I could think about everything but Louis. I could think about work, family and even food, but I never allow myself to think about him.

I received a text from George around noon and smiled, replying back with a smooch. George was my only friend and probably the best, and his happiness was important to me. He was a piece of my soul, and if anything touches him, it touches me too.

The day passes by normally and I'm nearly done with my report, but it still needs editing and approval, and obviously I still need to read it again. I call Mr Ryan's office and let him know I'll be leaving early. He agrees curtly, in his normal kind of way. David Ryan is the kind of guy that respects you grudgingly and would never admit it.

I return home and plop down on the couch, kicking my heels off. If they didn't give me boost of confidence I'd not have worn them anyway. My stomach grumbles in hunger and I groan, feeling too lazy to get up and cook something, or even pick up the phone and order anything.

I gave up however, slowly snatching my purse from the table and fetching my phone out. I was startled when I knew I had an incoming text

Are you livid about last night? It said.

I groaned, of course Louis would text me. How did he find my number in the first place? And what the hell do I say to this?

I paused for minutes before answering, why are you asking?