Sapphire Blue [The Grim Reaper Chronicles, #1] (Editing)

chapter thirty six

This rendezvous, Samantha thought with a wry smile, could be considered a didactic one. She was the lead writing the proposal, and he was the one lecturing her on how to create her own special effects, and if she was asked how she felt at the moment, she was sure she wouldn't have a straight answer. It was fun writing beside him, and it was _not._ But she loved the idea of writing the proposal, anyway, because she was gaining more experience.

It was her first time operating a laptop, but it unbelievably felt good to her. The typing sounds the keyboard made and the clicking sound of the little arrow displayed on the screen, controlled by her mouse made her feel like a company worker. There were low humming and whistling sound waves advancing from the laptop's air vent located at the bottom of the device, and she knew it was the fan trying to pull in air to cool down the temperature. She was already halfway into writing, and it was getting more interesting. She couldn't believe she was making such a progress on her first day.

The proposal was to a very reputable company in town, and the aim of the recommendation was to secure a collaboration between the two parties, with a genuine mouthwatering net income underlined. In most cases, Avatex received the ultimate proposal letters from varying companies and necessarily didn't have to forward any to all companies of their choice if at all they wanted a collaboration, but this time, Lestat had decided to write one to this company, himself. Samantha wondered what great importance the company held to him that made him requested for the proposal.

"You could have put a call through to the owner of this company and share your thoughts with them straight up. I don't think you need to come up with a letter."

Lestat smirked. "You know who the CEO is?"

Samantha shook her head plainly. She only knew the functions of the company and where it was located. "No. Am I supposed to know?'

"Not really," He replied with a soft snicker on his face and rested his gaze on her. "But I want you to know, because it's kind of funny."

"Spill it." She ushered, pausing from her work momentarily.

"Eric Huxley."

For a moment, Samantha tried to raid her brain for any available names that matched with the one she had just heard, but nothing came forth. "It doesn't ring a bell."

"It doesn't have to." Lestat countered with a smile. "Eric is my good friend, and the CEO of that company. He's just not popular with the name."

Now, it rang a bell. "You're writing a proposal to your friend, aren't you?" Samantha scoffed in disbelief and took a sharp look at the letter she was writing. "And we already wasted an hour out of our remaining years. Do you realize how heartbroken I am right now? Eric should be the one writing to you, not you."

His laugh came out on a soft pattern, encapsulating the charms of his sturdy physique as his body shook with sophistication, and it was enchanting. He loved the horror written on her face and the feeling of disappointment that engulfed her body. What was more funny to him was that she didn't know how prude his friend was in business. Who would believe Eric was a crazy jerk who would rather write a letter when he needed help than call? Absolutely none.

"I'm doing this for his sake, right, but he wouldn't want us to talk about it informally. He prefers us signing deals through written words."

"Not cool." She tucked her hair behind her ears and resumed typing. "The day I meet him, I'm gonna kick his ass for making me exert myself for his benefit."

"I consent." He lowered his gaze on the laptop and stared at the screen for a while. "You're pretty amazing. I'm glad you beat my expectations quite well."