I Need to Forget The CEO!!

Chapter 7 - Caught Off Guard

What in the world just happened? I must've not gotten proper sleep or something, but I'm pretty sure Mr.Maddox may have been... coming onto me? Or am I totally reading into it too much? Why would he act like he was stuck in there when he wasn't? I'm so confused... but honestly, I didn't mind the closeness...

"Here, Miss. " I handed the redhead her ink pad and she greeted me with the same bubbly smile.

"It's Carol, Carol Plum! Um..." she looked around at my face. "Are you feeling okay? You're all red? Oh, I'm sorry to task you when-"

I cut her off before she gets any more attention on me, "O-Oh no! I'm fine! Long walk!" I made eye contact with Enzo as he smiled and walked back into his office, closing the door. My cheeks got redder, so I scurried back over to my desk and focused immediately in on my computer.

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"How in the world am I supposed to figure out what those files were for? I just started working here and know nothing beyond demands and introductions... He acted like it was so easy!" I took a big chunk out of my sandwich and complained to Margaret, who was listening eagerly.

"Honestly Lyric, I have no idea... I do know that Bryan had... um.. an accident a few years back. He sold an elderly lady a car she couldn't afford. It wasn't just that, though..." Margaret looked around and leaned in to whisper. "I heard the car malfunctioned on it's first use outside the dealership... The lady ended up dying in a car accident!"

I gasped, "No way!"

Margaret shushed me and smiled, "those are just silly rumors though. It's possible, though. It is Br-"

"Heyyy Ladies!" Bryan shoved himself into our booth, accompanied by two trays and Nathan.

Great. End of my good lunch.

"What do you want Bryan?" Margaret rolled her eyes and scooted further away from where Nathan sat. The both of us were now trapped in the booth.

Nathan looked more disgusting than usual today. He's one of those people that look like a CEO. Of a discord chat room. His neck is so wide it looks like his head is just long, and then, oh, the beard, the neck beard... unbearable. For 40, you'd think he'd at least know how to groom himself.

I started silently packing up my lunch and put my utensils into my bag, trying my best to not alert the two. It seems like they genuinely plan on eating lunch with us. I understand I'm supposed to get information on Bryan, but I don't think I'm ready to pretend to be his friend yet. 

I tried my hardest to not be suspected, but as I was about to put my water bottle in my bag, Bryan snatched it right out of my hands, saying, "Uh-uh, not yet lady! I heard you were mean to Nathan when he called you pretty the other day!" 

Um, he did not call me pretty. He asked to sleep with me the same way a 13-year-old-boy asks to shower with someone.

I rolled my eyes, "Leave me alone, Mr.Thatcher." I took my water bottle back, agitating Bryan. He was also pretty gnarly looking. Usually he's at least a little more groomed, but, Monday, I guess?

"Woah, woah, woah, why so formal, rookie? Just came for a meal." Bryan scooted closer into me, almost touching my shoulder. I felt claustrophobic. Nathan let out a little snort when Bryan called me rookie. I'm totally uncomfortable right now.

"Leave her alone Bryan, don't you have something better to do than harass us?" Margaret crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, showing visible anger towards the both of them. She's been working here much longer than me, so I'm sure she's plenty used to their antics by now.