------- He loved the girl that can't love him.....And now he can't love the girl that loves him --------
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"Don't worry.." I say, getting up off the chair and walking around him on my way out, my scarf running through his fingers lightly until it s...
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I didn't want to tell any of my girls that i was coming here because they would have made a big deal out of it...and it made me feel a lot of unnecessary pressure about coming.
I can still picture Tess the other night, rushing to tell me that she just saw the man from our vacation...and her absolute freak out when she learned that it was really him and how connected we are after all.
As for Angela, Vincent being back with intentions to rekindle our romance, ruined her mood the rest of the night, and we haven't had a chance to talk privately since.
She found what happened in Porto very exciting and daring and wished i had kept in touch with the 'mystery' man after i told her about it.......I wonder though if she thinks differently about the whole situation now that she knows who it is.
I guess it doesn't really matter anyway, i'm just going to return his jacket, thank him and leave....after all, it's not like he is making any effort to find me or anything.
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I have never been to Eva's office building before, but i have heard her talk about it with excitement and pride.
I guess in the back of my mind, i just expected it to look abit like Dad's office back in Vermont...and to be fair, he does really well and his office buildings was beautiful and the envy of neighbouring buildings......but this, this is another level.
The building is tall, and shinny and the landscaping around it is amazing.
The outside shows the potential of an elegant interior, and i'm excited to see it.
As i make my way from the carpark to the entrance, i can't help but feel that vibe that comes along with certain environments...I don't know if it's because i work in a hospital, and even though it's decent there, it's not exactly a fancy environment. Everyone i see here looks nice and dressed up formally.
Mercedes likes to say that sometimes Eva over dresses for work, but after being here, i'm totally on Eva's side....If i worked here, i would upgrade my closet too and keep up.
Inside, i find that the foyer is large, the floors shiny and a really high ceiling a few floors up. There is a reception desk on one side of the area, elevators on another, large glass walls on another side with the view of the outside and the last side shows doors to office rooms or something.... But it's really nice.
I walk to the reception desk and stand behind an older man that arrived before me.
I smile at the man when be turns to look at me, while he waits to be attended to by any one of the three busy receptionists.
"Yes, can i help you?" One of them finally asks, and i look away, watching people who know where they are going, walk across the foyer or in and out of the building.
"Do you have an appointment?" I hear her ask him and i start to pay attention to them.
"No, but..."
"I'm sorry, but Mr Rogers is a very busy man..you can't just show up without an appointment." The receptionist mutters.
