Awkward Meet Normal

Chapter Eleven

Annabelle:

Dash did not call.

And I think I was relieved; it was easier this way.

FancyFeast was right on track where it needed to be.

The baby teething device fell through. The owner decided we were too overpriced. I think she took a meeting with us so she could pick our minds on what we would do for her company. Essentially our customers could line up meetings with us and then try to carry out what we would do. And I believe that's what she did; she stole my ideas and hoped she could pull them off herself for half the price.

I had four new projects starting in the next three days; I was swamped trying to prepare for them.

Renee, a receptionist for the creative team, knocked on my door.

She never knocked on my door. She did as little as possible when she was at her desk.

Well, she did as little as possible while at work. Amanda and I watched Renee watch The Notebook on her shift one day. She gave zero fucks at who saw; it was a little impressive.

Part of me wished I could give zero fucks about everything. Unfortunately, I was not made that way.

"Come in," I called while bending over my desk and going through six different collages for FancyFeast. Isabella would be back tomorrow, and I had to come up with the photo shoot we were going with. Ralph and Angry Cat had to come in for it. It was the most bizarre campaign I would take part in.

Renee was standing there, and then behind her were the twins and Dash.

I looked up from my desk, still bent over it, and stared at the group in front of me.

"Hey Tyler and Jack, what are you doing here?" Having boys' friends, I noticed that guys dropped by whenever they wanted. But the twins were not like that; they lived in their own little bubbles. They lived in that bubble with their cell phones.

And I was happy to see them, but today, tomorrow, and the following days were not good days for me. Everything I needed to get done would be almost impossible with only twenty-four hours in a day.

Dash was the last person I wanted to see, but I had to remember he was a client. Never had I ever had a client try to date me. I would need to pass him off to someone even if he argued with me; it was the right thing to do.

The twins both stopped typing on their phones and looked at me. "For our meeting?" They looked at me and then back to Dash.

Renee blushed. Renee never blushed; she barely showed any emotions. And now it made sense why she had left her desk and brought people to my office. She liked someone in the group or all of them; I didn't know and didn't have the time to figure it out.

"You have that urgent meeting I emailed you about," Renee said, finding her voice finally.

"Urgent meeting?" I stopped looking at the collages on my desk, pink taking over every inch of my desk. "I didn't get an email from you." I paused, turning my computer back onto life and clicking onto the screen.

My desk phone starts ringing. It was my boss, Marcus.

I look at the group in front of me and hold my finger up. "One-second guys, I'm sorry."

"Marcus," I answer; I was always nervous when he called. My brother Benny said you wanted as little communication with your boss as possible; less was always more. Do your job, do it well, and I will be fine. I had lived by that philosophy since joining FlyLeaf.