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Lowen had been through hell and back to get to where she is now - one of the world's best upcoming music artists. But after releasing a few hit singles she k...
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I spent my night scribbling my thoughts onto paper, and my morning thinking about Lowen. I shouldn't, but it's been awhile since I've had a pretty girl sat on my lap, and it's been years since it was Winnie Pierce.
I've had two expressos and filled my desk with stocks of paper in order to distract myself. I've got a few meetings today, one in thirty minutes, so at least I can keep my mind distracted.
If Miss Harley asks, I'm delighted about her sequel. Her first book was a hit, and the second book's plot line sounds ten times better. It wasn't until she asked me 'Are you alright?' for the second time of our meeting, did I realise how little attention I was giving her.
"Yes, sorry. I'm slightly distracted at the moment, I apologise. Please, don't let it stop you from telling me all your thoughts."
I suffered through the next 20 minutes, keeping my eyes on hers, making physical notes of everything she's saying.
I apologised once again and politely showed her out, making a note to email her in a weeks time. She hadn't even left through the revolving door before I pulled my phone out of my pocket, sending a quick text to Lowen.
*If you're in FP this morning, come to my office and see me, please. I'd like to talk before tonight.*
I'm not sure if she's been here yet today, but I'd like to think she'd visit me too, if she was in with Samuel, and I know they have stuff to go over.
Frankly, I'd have no clue what to say to her. We've shifted over the past few days. I don't necessarily like her, but she's matured, at least. Tolerable.
There's still moments when she turns up her nose or says something snarky that makes me feel like I'm the 'loner boy' in a 2000s sit-com, and she's the admired main character.
But there's also moments that she lets down her harsh persona, and there's a calm to her personality.
I went back to my office, tapping through emails and requests, just to wait for her text back. When did my day of work turn into passing time so I could be with her?
As soon as the screen lit up I grabbed my phone with quicker reflexes than Lewis Hamilton.
*Sorry, already left, I can come back if you need me to..?*
Great. I'm not going to make her come all the way back without an actual reason, but that also means I won't see her for another 8 hours.
I probably just need to see her being a rude bitch again so this wave can wash over me. At the moment, my most recent memory is her practically naked on my lap, followed by her smiling in my passenger seat.
But she's probably busy getting a pedicure or complaining to her hairdresser right now, so I'm not going to make her come back.
