Internet Love 3 || Bradley Will Simpson [edited]

Chapter 19 [edited]

Stitches - Shawn Mendes

Rose

It was early in the morning when Nathan left and I never thought that if you were a lawyer that you would have to go to work at 7 o'clock.

Since I was usually a very lazy girl, I got up at  9 o'clock and made myself ready for the day by getting dressed and having breakfast.

Before leaving the flat , I grabbed my stuff including my keys and went then to my car.

All the time I had this article about Brad in my mind and somehow I was thinking that it was a bad idea to drive to Brad's office.

To be honest, it wouldn't take me long to get there, because his office is right on my way to my office so I would only have to jump out of my car and show him my article and then continue my way to my office.

Even though I had a plan, I got nervous, so I turned louder the music.

After ten minutes of driving I arrived a big building in which must be Brad's office.

Nervously I made my way to the concierge of the building, because everyone who works here could only enter with an ID card.

" Hello, good morning! I . . . erm . . . would like to meet Bradley Simpson of Johnson & Johnson's architects. Is this possible ? " I asked him shyly whereupon he nodded asking me some questions and handed me then a visitor ID card.

" It's in the forth floor, Miss ! " the concierge informed me and I thanked him before making my way to the lifts.

As soon as I arrived the forth floor I was greeted by a posh entrance hall.

Automatically I held my bag tighter and followed the signs to the reception.

I never knew that Brad worked in such an amazing office !

" Erm. . . Hello I'm Rose Wood from Vanity Fair and I would like to speak to Mr Simpson please. " I told the secretary, who looked by the way mega stunning and I really didn't get it why she wasn't a model.

" Why ? " she asked annoyed chewing on her chewing gum.

Okay, now I do understand, why she wasn't a model.

" Maybe I have a meeting with him ? " I tried to sound friendly.

" He's talking on the phone now. " she said monotonously.

" Erm. . . can I wait or shall I come an other day ? "

" Dunno. Wait if you want. " she said pointing to the other side of the room where the waiting room was.

" Thank you. " I smiled politely and went to the chairs.

I grabbed the next best magazine and looked mostly the photos when suddenly a door opened and a man went out.

" Miss Kristie, are there any news for me ? " it was Brad's voice.

" Mr Simpson! " the secretary suddenly started to play with her hair in a flirty way.

" Erm . . . you had some calls and a journalist came. " she said rolling her eyes whereupon Brad took his glasses off to read some papers which Miss Kristie had handed him.

" A journalist? Duh! I told that stupid In touch to stop following me ! Can you please call Joe and tell him about this issue? " Brad told her without looking at her and handed her some documents back.

" Yes! Would you like anything to drink? Maybe a coffee or tea? Shall I bring you anything to eat ? " she asked further questions. How annoying.

" Nope. I'm in my office okay. " Brad said and left.