My Best Friend's Brother (Completed)

Chapter 18

Secrets...

An example of secrets is an affair, death, a phobia, something you bought, or something in family history. There are tons of stuff that can be a secret.

The definition of a secret is not known or seen or not meant to be known or seen by others.

Why do people have secrets? Is it because they're embarrassed of others know the truth? Is it because they have some evil mindset that they don't want others to know what's going on?

I've kept secrets my entire life. I've told lies my entire life. Spinning them like a Web. I sit here now, staring out the window. Thanking about my life, and where it has gone. It's been two years since I saw him. He disappeared after I left the cafe. He didn't contact me, nothing.

Of course, I talk to Maggie. She's my best friend. Especially after hanging out a few years ago, we became closer than we were for a long time.

Even though she hasn't heard from him, she never really talked to him in the first place. I do know that he randomly contacts his parents, other than that, he's often in his world. I'm honestly not even sure what happened.

I just know the day that I walked out of the café. I closed the door on us. The second that the door closed, I tried to erase everything that happened between us. Every feeling, every thought, every emotion. I wanted to forget our memories together. Until they were no longer memories.

"Are you almost ready for the meeting?" Samantha asked me.

Samantha was the most amazing boss, so understanding, so kind, just amazing. She helped me a lot during my time when I was depressed. Where I didn't feel happy anymore. She allowed me to take breaks and always allowed me to come back here. I was safe here.

"Yes! I am ready. Sorry, I was just in my little world." I replied to her. She chuckled, as I was always off my little world. I zoned out a lot.

I always kept my work strong. She knew I zoned out occasionally, and she didn't mind. She gave me a break a lot of the time to keep from overthinking things.

It's not like I stopped doing work, or that I was lazy. I just need a break every so often. I was thankful that she allowed me to do so.

I followed her into a meeting room, where a bunch of other people was already in. I took a seat next to her and waited for the presentation to start.

Later That Day

I locked my office and headed over to the elevator. I was excited to finally leave. I was leaving an hour early though, I wanted to leave early to go grocery shopping. Of course, Samantha allowed me.

As the elevator doors are about to close, a hand is stuck in, prying the doors back open.

"Sorry! I didn't want to miss another elevator."

It was a man. He walked into the elevator and hit the bottom button again.

I looked at him. But only for a quick second. Then I focused my attention back on the elevator. I stared at the floors as they counted down.

"You're from the meeting earlier. You work here don't you?" The man asked. I looked at him, I'm just confused as to why he was speaking with me. I don't know him. Not that I'm mad about it, I just didn't expect him to talk to me.

He was right though, I was from the meeting. As was he.

"Yeah. I work here. Samantha's my boss. I'm right below her" I explained. He nodded. He focused his face back on the elevator, then quickly back to me.