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Why you never call 🤙

Penn,caught in the wake of this unexpected dance, quickly gathered herself. Herquestions tumbled out, eager to unravel the mystery of Chris. Yet, he remainedelusive. As he made his way back to his seat, Chris's eyes locked onto Penn's,brimming with a captivating intensity. It was as if they beckoned her to delveinto the unspoken, enticing her to explore deeper.

Penn persisted with her questions, each one a piece of a puzzle she was determined to solve. But Chris remained mysterious, a stoic presence amidst her inquiries. His gaze locked onto hers, drawing her in with a magnetic force. The tension in the room was palpable, with Chris's enigmatic aura filling the space. As moments passed in silence, anticipation hung heavy in the air. Finally, Chris broke the quietude, his words carrying a hint of vulnerability. He claimed he didn't need treatment, yet a lingering question hung between them-why hadn't she called?

Penn was surprised but kept her cool. She assured Chris casually, but deep down, she knew the real reason. Life had been so hectic that calling Chris had slipped down her list of priorities. Chris, ever the master of emotional concealment, absorbed her revelation without a flicker of expression. "I see, I am not your type," he responded calmly. His words hung in the air, a blend of acceptance and disappointment, casting a subtle veil over the room.

In heroffice, the air was charged with an unspoken tension as Chris, with a measuredcalmness, declared, "I don't need any treatment, but I want to find outwhy you never called." The weight of those words hung in the air; a silentchallenge laid bare. Penn paused, a bit surprised, but quickly regained her composure. "There wasn't any reason," she replied calmly. Yet, behind her words, memories flashed like an old movie reel. She remembered the busy days of job applications and overwhelming responsibilities that had made her forget about Chris. With assurance, she added, "Calling some random person I met was the last thing on my mind."

As Penn shared her thoughts, the room seemed to fill with a mix of feelings. Chris, sitting opposite her, listened with a poker face that gave nothing away. But beneath that calm exterior, he was reeling. His ability to hide his emotions kept his true reaction hidden.

"I see, I am not your type," Chris calmly stated, his words carrying a note of acceptance. Yet, in the echo chamber of Penn's thoughts, a different truth reverberated. In her mind, Chris was indeed her type, with memories of his scent and captivating presence lingering in her thoughts. "No," she replied aloud, attempting to mask the truth that echoed within. Chris, nodding with a subtle smile, accepted her words gracefully. This was uncharted territory for him, being rejected twice, but rather than being deterred, it fuelled his curiosity.

As the tension lingered in the air, Chris remained unfazed by Penn's rejection. He nodded, offering a reassuring smile. Intrigued by the layers of Penn's complexity, he was determined to delve deeper. In the midst of emotions, there was also rejection.

Seatedwith an air of authority, Chris's legs crossed, one lapping over the other, heturned to her and uttered, "Cancel your rest appointment for theday." A directive delivered with a tone that hinted at a command not to bequestioned. She,however, calmly replied, "No," her response tinged with the knowledgethat her schedule held no more appointments. Undeterred, Chris's next move wasswift. His hands delved into the depths of his jacket, pulling out a sleekmobile phone. The room seemed to quiet in response to the impendingconversation.

"Tell Brad to step in for me," Chris said firmly, already thinking ahead. "You need to be there for the meeting. Take detailed notes on everything." His words carried weight, revealing his leadership style. In the tense atmosphere, their interaction played out like a dance of power and efficiency. Chris's confidence clashed with Jeff's promptness, showcasing their professional dynamic. When Chris hung up, the room fell silent, leaving Penn bewildered. She couldn't help but wonder, "Who is this guy?" The mystery surrounding Chris only deepened.

Recalling their first encounter, Penn's mind painted a vivid picture of Chris clad in fitted clothes and a black leather jacket. The memory stood in stark contrast to the current situation, leaving her puzzled. The mystery of this man seemed to deepen with each passing moment, shrouded in layers she couldn't quite unravel.

Penn's mind raced as she focused on Chris, trying to unravel the mystery that surrounded him. The sudden shift from a casual encounter to a room filled with important decisions intrigued her. She stood at a crossroads, torn between confusion and fascination, wondering about the real identity of the man who seemed to change the course of her day.

Withthe directive to clear both of their schedules lingering in the air, Penn foundherself enveloped in a renewed sense of shock. The realisation that both oftheir calendars were now unexpectedly empty hung over the room like a suddengust of wind, unsettling the carefully arranged plans for the day. Confusion clouded her thoughts as she tried to make sense of the unexpected twist.

"How does he know about my schedule for the day?" Penn questioned, the mystery deepening. The revelation that Chris possessed insights into her daily agenda left her with a sense of vulnerability, a feeling that she was an open book in the hands of this enigmatic figure. Unfazed by the surprising news, Penn responded confidently, "No, I've got plans. I'm meeting someone." Her tone conveyed resolve, asserting her independence in the midst of uncertainty.

AsChris grappled with the unexpected twists of their encounter, Penn's repeatedrefusals reinforced his belief that she didn't recognize him. A silent sense oftriumph shimmered in his eyes, a small win in the mystery between them. Maintaininghis seated position with legs still gracefully folded, Chris decided tointroduce a new element to the unfolding drama. With a calm demeanour, heremarked, "You haven't offered me a drink." Penn, caught off guard,replied nervously, "Oh gosh! Sorry," and promptly jumped out of herchair. Theroom felt different suddenly as Penn rushed over to the tea stand, her anxietyobvious to everyone there.