Destined // zjm

twelve

My small fingers wrap around the coffee mug as I make my way to Mr. Malik's cabin to serve him his fifth cup of coffee. I already made him four but he rejected all of them either by saying - "There's too much sugar in this one, I take only one cube" or by "I like strong coffee, Miss Cooper."

I know he is making me do this on purpose. He actually enjoys seeing me like this.

On the other hand, the break room is pretty far from his cabin. You have to take three turns until you enter the accounting department and then there to the right is the break room. And then on my way there are a many people who would raise their heads, their spectacles perched up on their noses and look at me as if I was the one who did 7/11.

Seriously, though.

I pass Brooke on my way and she bestows me a pitiful smile; she is the one who has seen me walking to and from the break room since past one hour. I give her a nod and make my way to Mr. Malik's cabin.

It's been almost a week since that 'wrong-CD-but-right-file' incidence and since then this is what he is making me do. If I do something wrong he makes me do it all over again.

His way of punishing people is quite interesting, I see. My sarcastic self scoffs.

I stand in front of the door to his cabin but before knocking I had to make sure that I had made his 'perfect' coffee or not. I look right and left to make sure I was not in anybody's vision, like a person trying to enter the cabin of a secret agency's member to break his computer password. Apparently nobody can be seen anywhere near his cabin.

I bring the coffee mug to my lips and take a sip in. The coffee is real bad but I have made it exactly the way he had asked me to, one cube of sugar and comparatively too much coffee, exactly opposite to what I'd call my taste.

There's no way I'm going to go to the break room again to make him another one. He can get himself one. I roll my eyes but then realise I can't do that. This man sets me on the edge and I'd rather jump off a cliff than give him a 'no' and get a soul-piercing glare in return.

Wiping off all the signs from the corner of my lips that could give him any clue about my little experiment with his coffee, I knock at the door.

"This is the last time and it'll be fine," I whisper to a half dead, half alive-but-nervous-like-hell myself. This is the fifth time I am standing at the same place, in the same situation, saying the same thing to myself over and over again, the only difference that this time, I decided to make sure the coffee was exactly the way he wanted. If only I knew what he wanted and after what he had been doing since the past one hour, I have started to believe that even he is not sure of what he wants.

"Come in," My thoughts are interrupted by his conceited yet calm voice. Pushing the door open I enter and I could see his brows ceased and his glare is engaged with something written in the file he has on his table. Though he looks tensed, his face could bring peace to any troubled soul. His loose strand of hair gracefully shadowed his olive-toned skin while his slender fingers were playing with a pen cap. His engaged fingers flash some not so forgettable images through my mind and I can already feel a burning sensation on my lips and beads of perspiration on my forehead which isn't anything to be proud of.

With broken yet stable steps I somehow manage to make my way to his table staring at him all the time wanting him to look up. Not really sure of why I want his eyes on me, and at this point the most annoying thing for me in this world is the fact that some people kept their glares fixed at something for too long.

"Mr Malik, here's your coffee," For the fifth time I should add.

"Hm? Oh yeah, I've got a table. " Finally, his eyes were on me. I shifted my gaze from him and then quietly placed the coffee mug on his table.

"Thanks, Miss Cooper. " He said with a tone which wasn't even thankful, it bled into a cold, monotonous tone I was used to. Before my eyes could meet his, he quickly shifted his gaze back to his file.

I stood there debating with myself whether a 'thanks' was enough. He should be indebted to me. He should at least look up and say thank you with a proper not-so-i'm-the-coolest-enterpreneur smile. It was then he looks up with a neutral look on his face. His eyes are deep and looked much calmer than before. He shrugs his shoulder once and raises his brows as if asking me a what.

"What?" The words leave my mouth before I can process them. Crap.

"Well, Miss cooper, I said thanks, " His face holds an amusing look as his eyes fall down on the mug placed before him.

"Which I guess means that you are free to leave. " His lips curve into a playful smirk and I could help but notice that beautiful stubble on his chin. His lips look a nice shade of pink today. Maybe he kissed someone? I don't even know anymore. As I hear him chortle I know that he noticed me staring at him again. No, not again.

Blushing, I turn around and start walking towards the door. Why do I think about things like these? He's my boss for God's sake.

"Impressive. Nice shade, I would say. " I hear him say but do not stop halfway because my urge to turn will definitely turn into a disaster.

Ignoring his voice, I continue walking and as I reach the door to push it open his voice interrupts me. Again.

"Miss Cooper, don't you think you should've destroyed the evidences clearly? By the way, how was the coffee?"

Shoot.

-x-

A/N

Hello. It's been ages since I've updated but the fan fiction was on hold and now ta-da I'm back. This chapter was like hella short and tbh I almost forgot the story when I came back, lol. I had to read it all over again.

Thanks to @Ineffablefascination for helping me write this chapter. You're amazing, love.

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-Scarlett