Bought at a price #SYTYCW15 #PRESENTS - completed

Part three - Chapter two

Sara entered the Basam building for nearly a month now. Every day was a joy to enter. A buzz. She was really doing it. Finally a foot into the doorway in the business world as an intern. Learning from the bottom up. Dressed smartly in beige pants, white shirt under a darker knitted sweater and tanned low heel boots hidden under the pants. Keeping it plain and simple. Dark golden honey hair tied back in a ponytail wearing basic make up.

Every morning was the same. To see to the coffee makers with new filters and coffee to perk away for the coming day, then checked all the fridges to see what needed replacing. Seen to before heading to her small, tucked away cubicle to remove the cover from her computer and switched on the printer, then sat down behind her desk and checked out her inbox.

Most of her work was putting data into the company computer to make sure all data was up to date and able to be seen by who needed to get to the information. Sometimes, she was called to different offices to run errands. The gofer girl, but she didn't mind, because she was learning new skills everyday. The more she learned, the better she'd be. Her skills had grown.

A folder dropped was in front of her to look up at her supervisor a no-nonsense smartly dressed older woman. "Please take these to Mr. Basam. He's waiting for them." Her eyes widened. The owner. "Don't dilly dally girl. Just take it up, say nothing, do nothing, just hand over to Ms Marshall."

"Of course, Mrs Fields." Pushing back her chair she grabbed the folder to hold tightly to her chest. Heading out from her floor, the basement, to the top floor in the middle of the CBD of Melbourne.

Taking the elevator, she stayed at the back as it filled and emptied to have the elevator to herself when the doors opened on the last floor to exit, heart pounding. This was such a privilege. She left the elevator to enter another world of luxury. Soft wooden panels, clean and very, very modern. The super soft carpet of blue-grey under her feet cushioned her steps to stop in front of a immaculate blond working hard behind a computer. No-one got passed Ms Karen Marshall, who was very protective of her boss and his privacy.

"Good morning, Ms Marshall I was asked to bring this up for Mr. Basam."

Sharp blue eyes looked over the rim of her glasses. Sara went to place down the file on the desk. Marshall shook her blond head, hair pulled back in a tight chignon, pointed to the door. Sara clutched the file back hard again against her chest she went to the door. Knocked, waiting to be told to 'enter'. Taking a deep breath, she entered, closing the door behind her. She crossed the vast space between the door and the desk where a dark headed man sat reading over documents.

"Yes?" he asked without looking up.

Her breath caught. She would know that British lilt anywhere. It was him. Surely he wouldn't recognise her. She looked nothing like the one he had met at that dinner event. "The file you requested Mr. Basam." She didn't have a distinctive voice like him. After all, she was an Aussie, and all Aussie's sounded alike, right? She waited with baited breath. He still didn't look up just pointed to the side of the desk to her relief to deposit the folder where he pointed. "Would that be all, sir?" she asked, voice husky. His dark head lifted to reveal shrewd piercing green eyes. He had been striking with the mask that outlined his strong bone structure, yet in the flesh, he was drop-dead gorgeous and he had been kissing her. Her knees began to shake ready to pass out. He smiled to have her heart do a little flip flop. Still so deadly.

"Perhaps Miss?"

"Williams, sir," she added.

He reached across to remove a dry-cleaning receipt. "I need my suit to be picked up for a dinner event." Surely not? There's no way he could know it was her. Breathe, damn it. Just breathe! She reached across for the voucher with her right hand shoving her left hand in her pocket. Remembering in time she was still wearing his ring. Clearly, he had no idea who she was. So she was safe for now to take with a smile.