Not a Reunion

Chapter 34

Mason

The past few days have been slower than usual. I didn't know why it could be. The summer had flown by so fast. The only time it went slow was after I came back from my trip. I was thinking of a life that I couldn't have, and it made my days go by so slowly as my mind was composed of these thoughts. Then I had to move on, and without being able to dwell on such thoughts, I had moved on. My mind started to clear up everything that happened on the trip, and I became engrossed in work.

But now I'm not as engrossed in work anymore.

I move my cursor to an earlier email sent by Thea about wanting to meet with my employee. She had asked me about Vincent's emial, and without creating a whole new thread, she just emailed him from here. I wasn't sure if she did it on purpose, but I think it might be. This was my employee, and she was going to be talking to him. If she was interested in being a help to Vincent, I would lose my employee, but she would gain him as a client.

I understood why I was in the thread, but I didn't reply to anything else but the email. Vincent had confirmed going out for lunch today at twelve p.m. I checked the time on the clock and found that it was already twelve, and time was only moving forward. I move over to check if Vincent is still in the building, and I find that he is. He was still in the building, even though he was supposed to be having lunch with Thea.

I get off my chair and head out of my room. Vincent's office is located a few doors down, and I walk over to it. I place my fist on the door and then knock a few times. I hear him yell to walk in, so I do. I pull the door open to pin him with a glass, but the employee is busy. He is typing rapidly on the computer and seemingly lost in work.

I clear my throat to gather his attention. He looks up at me but is still working on typing something in. I look down at his computer and then say, "What are you working on?"

Vincent looks a little squeamish at my question, a bit of pink adding to his cheeks as he moves a lock of his light hair out of his eyes. "Um, the report that I wasn't able to get in to you yesterday."

"Data report?" I ask, and he nods. I sigh and then tap my fingers on his desk, needing to know in which direction I was supposed to take this. "This report needs to be set in stone before you leave today."

"I know," he said, his face starting to flush some more. I sigh and then say, "What about your other obligations, Vincent?"

"Which ones?" he asks, his eyes suddenly widening in fear of having forgotten something else. I only move my hand into my pocket and say, "You have lunch with Ms. Merritt today."

"Lunch—oh," he says, seeming as though he had just remembered. I only nod at him, and he shakes his head. Looking at his computer screen, and then back at me, he says, "I have this to do and then a few other tasks before I can leave today."

"Okay," I say slowly, leveling my eyes with his. "You are busy. Say, did you cancel your lunch with her?"

Vincent's pale face reddens some more, and I sigh again. Moving my sleeve up, I look at the time on my watch and cringe. "It's been thirty minutes since your appointed time. Are you aware that you stood Ms. Merritt up?"

Vincent only flushes some more, and I sigh once again. I give him a stern shake of my head and say, "She probably already ordered as she waited for you. She is sitting at a table waiting for you, wondering if you were going to show up. Vince, you are not too young to realize that communication is important around here."

"I'm sorry," he says, cringing, and then looks down at his computer. He quips up as if he had a fantastic idea and says, "I'll just get her back right now."