His Unrequited Lover

Chapter Twenty Two: Handle It

A N G E L A

Despite the whirlwind I'd been facing this morning, I continued to push through the day and complete the paperwork and workload I had in front of me. It was only lunch time but I spent my morning attending the back to back meetings Lucy rescheduled for me last week and signing off on franchise extending requests to expand Olson Enterprises.

It was scary at first to think about, especially since stretching the company would bring more attention and publicity, but it was necessary. My father stationed the company in Manhattan when he initally inherited it, so it was time to finally branch out and establish new franchises in different parts of New York.

The first being in Brooklyn.

The thought brought a smile to my face and from my seat, I glanced up and blew out a breath as I studied the tall buildings and busy streets of New York City through the large glass window. The view was beautiful to me around lunch time since the city was more productive during the day, but I preferred being in my office at night since the night sky shadowed the blinding lights of the buildings and bridges.

Suddenly, the memory of Carter standing in front of the glass the other day pierced my mind and my fingers tightened its hold on the pen I held in my hand.

Should I tell him about Carlos escaping prison? Would he even know him? Would he do something about it if he did?

The questions that started to swarm my mind were endless and downright unsettling and I'm sure that it related back to the fact that I didn't know what he did for work. I hope it wasn't the same thing that I did.

What if-

The sudden vibrations against the table interrupted my thoughts and I looked down to see it was my phone ringing. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned my phone over to see Carter's name and number on the screen.

Speak of the devil.

I hesitated slightly before swiping the answer button to the right and bringing the phone up to my ear, "Hey Carter,"

"Hey Angel. How's work going?"

I paused before chewing on my bottom lip, "It's been good. I've been running around attending meetings and signing paperwork, but it feels nice to be back in the office,"

"Oh okay, that's good. Have you ate lunch yet?"

"No, but I ordered some herb crusted chicken and mashed potatoes from Texas Roadhouse around 11, so it should be on the way,"

"Okay," He answered simply

"How's work going for you?" I asked hesitantly as I clicked the top of my pen

I didn't know if he was going to answer since he didn't want me knowing what he did for work, but I hoped that he'd at least tell me how things were going at the club. I heard that they were making good business and ratings the other day, so I already knew things were going well for him.

"It's been good, a little chaotic since people wanted free drinks at the club last night," He answered with a slight chuckle

I shook my head in response and smiled softly, "You should put a sign on the door that says no free drinks allowed. Not unless they want to work as a bartender,"