nevertheless~

part 20

It's been a few hours since I came back home and it's lunchtime. I've been doing some work on and off, while I talk to Hardin on text. He just won't stop talking to me. It does give that I'm so paranoid by the notion of dating him, that I'm the main reason he has been texting me all day.

I'm almost done with my work, I just need a few emails from Ichor. One's that confirm that this is in fact what we will be presenting to the investors in the meeting in France. I don't want to screw this up. It's a big thing for the publishing house, but more so, I will be able to show Carol that I can be independent and I don't need here to barge into my personal life anymore. I still have to talk to her about me seeing Hardin since this seems very real to me.

Today, 3:15 p.m.

FROM: IchorHarisson@gmail.comm

TO: TheresaYoung@gmail.comm

SUBJECT: Re: - France Presentation.

Tessa, I would recommend you go and ask about some of these things with the Finance Department, they would probably tell you the accurate data, and then I can forward Jonathan. He seems to be really busy these days and needs lesser work on his table. Thanks.

Cheers, Ichor Harrison.

A single mail pops on my screen as I browse down the internet for a menu to order my lunch from. It's a Saturday and I am not exactly in any mood to cook food. Not after the kind of day that I had. It was really nice when Hardin, forcefully dropped me at my apartment, saying, that it was only fair that I show him my apartment since he showed me his. It was great, having a few 10 minutes with him, showing him my place. He made all kinds of remarks, the paint is hideous, the furniture is tacky and too big, but all through that he also mentioned, that he is very happy to see that I own all of this.

Today, 3:17 p.m.

FROM: TheresaYoung @gmail.comm

TO: IchorHarisson @gmail.comm

SUBJECT: Re: - France Presentation

Okay, thanks, but make sure I get it by tonight. I would like this thing to be off our backs before we board the plane for France.

Thanks.

I text back and that has to be the last thing I was supposed to do for today, I just need to do the end of the presentation now. The only tiny job confirmation that is supposed to come from Ichor is this last mail. I hope, for the sake of his job and mine and Hardin's he doesn't fuck up.

Speaking of fuck ups reminds me of the newest one on my very personal list when I remember Jonathan's words about the France promotion. If by some miracle, the investors in Franc accept our proposals for expanding the Publishing House, I can get a promotion as Branch head in France, but the thing is, I can be at a chance of losing the damn promotion.

The same second, I refresh my mails to see anything latest by anyone, I hear the faint sound of my doorbell. I need to put some damn batteries in it. Pushing up my chair, I find a message from Hardin light up my phone.

Hardin: Since you had only a coffee in the morning at my house, and knowing you. I got you some warm meal. 🍕

A smile finds its place on my face, and I pick the pizza up. How did he even know I didn't eat I ask the same thing back to him.

Tessa: How did you know I didn't eat?

Hardin: I'm a stalker, you didn't know?

Tessa: I KNEW IT!