Redamancy | 𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐘

3• Lunch & An Old Friend

The next morning I got ready and made my way to work. I didn't need to be there till nine but I got there about twenty minutes early. When I walked in Cillian was sitting at his desk drinking a coffee and writing on papers. "Good morning Lena." He greeted, looking up at me with a warm smile.

"Good morning Mr-... I mean Cillian." Cillian chuckled and continued to write on whatever he was working on. I went over to my desk and set my coffee and purse down.

I didn't do much in the first few hours of work. Cillian had just given me papers to put into envelopes and send out. Once it hit twelve I had my hour lunch time. I grabbed my purse and was ready to head off when Cillian stopped me. "Wait up." He stood up and grabbed his jacket. "I was hoping we could go together for lunch. I know a great sandwich place around the corner."

"That sounds great, I'd love that." He smiled and opened the door for me. We made our way onto the elevator. It was pretty crowded so Cillian and I were pretty squished together. So close in fact that Cillian had put his hand to my lower back.. Not that I was complaining. I couldn't help but blush at the simple touch. I glanced up at him and he stayed looking forward with a serious face. But then he looked at me, noticing I was staring, from the corner of his eye and he smirked. I quickly put my head town. The elevator dinged and the doors opened up. Me and Cillian walked out. Cillian moved his hand from my back which slightly disappointed me. I wanted him to stay touching me. But then again that wouldn't be very professional.

The sandwich shop Cillian wanted to go to was just around the corner so we just decided to walk. "So Lena, did you grow up here in New York?" Cillian asked.

"Yes, I did. My dad actually worked close to here. He was a bank manager."

"What about your mother?" He asked. I looked up at him, resistant to answer.

"She... she died when I was very young..."

"Lena I'm sorry. If you don't want talk about it." Cillian interrupted apologetically.

"No, it's okay. I was two when she died so I don't really remember her. She suffered from depression and drank too much." I shrugged my shoulders and looked up at him. "How about you? I remember you saying your father did the same job as you."

"Well, for most of my young life I lived in Ireland with my mother. But then came to live here to live with my father and go to NYU. I took over as CEO after my father died of cancer a couple years ago."

"I'm very so to hear that."

"It's fine. We weren't very close."

The conversation ended there when we got to the sandwich shop. Cillian opened the door for me making a bell chime.

"Cillian! Old friend!" A man with a classic New Jersey accent came over from behind the counter and patted Cillian on the back. "I haven't seen you here in a while."

"Oh you know me Sam, always busy working." Cillian said and lead me to the counter. We both sat on the stools. Sam went back around the counter. "I'm guessing the usual for you Cillian. And for the pretty lady..."

"Sam, this is Lena, my new assistant. Just give her the same as me." Cillian replied looking at me. I loved the way he looked at me with those pretty eyes.

"Only the best for my favorite customer and new customer!" Sam said as he got to making our food.

Cillian let out a chuckle. "This place is great. You'll love it. I've been coming here for years." Sam gave us two bottles of coke. "Thank you." Cillain said and turned to me took a drink of his coke. "So Lena, what else do you do besides art. A boyfriend perhaps?" He asked curiously.