Mary Oceans Hurts

Apple Pie

I get to the office at 7am in the morning and find no one but Jane and a few occupied cubicles. Rush behind his desk and open a small fridge to store the slice of apple pie.

"What are you doing?" He startled me. He stepped out of his washroom wiping his hands dry.

"Oh- good morning, Sir. I was just putting this piece of pie away so it doesn't go bad."

"Pie. For my mother?" He asked with a confused sigh. "Yes."

"What bakery did you find open at this hour?" He walked to the door and stood waiting for my response.

"Oh- I uhm baked it last night?" I said quickly, putting it away then standing."Hum." And left me standing there. His hair looked wet and a curl laid over his forehead like Elvis and his face looked slightly pink. I would be lying if I said he wasn't gorgeous.

I went down to the conference room and placed name cards for all the guests to be organized when sitting down. He sat at the end of the table observing me, he could have been helping but he preferred to observe.

"Place my mother on my right and let my father sit at the other end." He ordered suddenly. I did as he said. When I was beside him placing his mothers name card his hand slipped and coressed mine while trying to obtain a look at some forms I had laid my hand on. We both avoided each other's faces and pretended like it didn't happen.

"You'll stay here and take notes on everything that is said. We won't record this meeting because it is a major holders meeting, in other words the owners." I nodded as a response."Use words, yes sir no sir." He reiterated. My mind was on my bakery so all I heard was 'no sir' and that's what i repeated. "Excuse me!" agitation and confusion was written all over his face.
"Oh I'm sorry sir. I didn't really hear what you said." I tried to explain but he clearly wasn't having it. "Well you should practice being less absent minded, miss Mary." He chose the wrong profession; he has the spirits of a middle aged divorced history teacher. "Yes sir."

He gave me silence during all of the meeting, not even a glance. It was like I wasn't standing right behind him a whole of the 3 hours. Surely I wasn't 'absent minded' during the meeting and took note of every major thing that was said.

The meeting had ended and after helping Jane and some others clean up the leftovers I made my way to the office. Closing the door behind me I saw Mr Macallister enter his restroom so I made my way to his escritoire, took some files he had left out and put them onto the archive room and locked it.

"This pie is nothing less than delicious." I was visibly startled. "Oh sorry sweetheart. I guess you didn't notice me here." I was relieved to see Mrs Macallister sitting on the couch.
Laughing with relief, I approached her.
"No need to apologize."

"Come and sit with me. I can imagine you're tired after that conference." She patted the spot beside her. Knowing Mr Macallister, I declined her offer of relaxation.

"Oh come on, darling." she insisted. Mr Macallister exited the bathroom and stated walking towards us.
"No, I have work I must get done." I reiterated.

"Get to it then." He ordered now standing beside me.

"Oh, Charles, I would love to share this pie with her." His mother pleaded.

"Enjoy ma'am." I said and made my way out not before hearing her rebuke him for being "impolite" towards me. After an hour or so Mr Macallister's father George Macallister came up to get his wife.

"Thank you for the pie, darling. Charles explained you baked it for me." She said with a smile and her hand over mine, I responded with a simple smile and a nod.

The day flew by and I stopped shortly at the hospital to be with grandma, unfortunately there was no hot male nurse today. Stopped to get some groceries and got home at 10 pm and took a bath.