Attracting Akira {first}

✩ A-class Akira move ✩

Chapter 11 ~ "A-Class Akira Move"

EDITED.

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Akira's POV

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Attempt 1: Rolls over to the other side of the bed, away from noise.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Attempt 2: Covers ears—violently—with pillow. 

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Attempt 3: Throws pillow in general direction of phone.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I frowned into my pillow. I always managed to get the last one right.

Finally, I lazily sat up on the bed with my alarm's aggravating sound still repeating in the background. Rubbing my eyes and I look towards the night stand where my phone was.

The absence of the night stand confused me for a second before I realized where I was. It was late when I reached Heathrow, and shuddering away from the cold I found my way to my new apartment. With the haze of sleep looming over my head, I had simply crashed into my new sofa, with the lack of actual sleeping arrangements. 

Breathing a happy sigh, I looked at my new home, gaze bouncing around the wide room. 

Yawning, I got off the sofa—that just so happened to be one of the few things crowding in the spacious condo—and made my way towards my phone that was charging, carelessly on the floor. Yawning, I spared a glance at the time.

8:45 am

Groaning in annoyance, I stomped into the clean bathroom. I should've woken up earlier so I could scope out my new space, but as usual, I had followed my daily routine. Just like everyday, I was rushing to get ready and quickly throwing necessary files into my purse. 

Slipping into a pair of black heels, I stumbled out the door and into the elevator. Gratefully, the elevator had a mirror, so I took the opportunity to fix my hair. Sliding my fingers over my hair to make sure no fly aways were sticking out, I took a deep breath. 

Today was my unofficial day as the manager of Greyar Corp. Chase as well as many associates and partners of our Corporation were going to be there. Today was also the first meeting with the CEO of Vidyat Enterprise. 

Hailing a taxi, I fed the directions before leaning back in my seat. After comprehending that Ayan Merchant was the man that I was going to have to convince for partnership, I had spent the entire flight running through the documents and preparing my speech. As much as it hurt my pride—appeasing the man I almost hated—I was confident I could remain composed.

Reaching the destination, I handed the taxi driver his fare, and stepped out. For a few seconds, I just stared at the magnificent building, slightly stunned. The building was at least 60 stories high. The architecture was simple, yet uniquely beautiful. Still in awe, I managed to make my way into the lobby. 

After being helpfully directed to the conference room, I took my time taking notice of the details around the place. A contented sigh left my lips, understanding that I would be working here.

Stepping into the conference room, I realized I was early; excluding the man arced over flipping through papers.

His back was faced towards me so I couldn't see his face, but I knew that familiar structure and the raven hair styled in his signature way. I fixed the creases on my skirt and took a big breath of air before walking towards the table, ready face the inevitable.