Secret Love

Chapter Four

Without moving an inch and running his hand through his hair, Mr Anderson says "Hey, getting mad would spoil your dress." "Well that's none of your concern." I reply to him, feeling brave. "You want something in return? I'll send something to your office later." he says in a 'I can't be asked' tone. "I don't need anything." I say to him a bit louder than I wanted to. "Hey, what's your name?" he says sounding just the tiniest bit interested. But despite his annoying arrogance, I find myself blurting out my name. "Lydia...Lydia Taylor is my name." "Huh, that's a nice name." he says when we hear someone calling him from a few meters away. "Anyways, you were a great help..." he says as he poses for a few seconds "Well then, Miss Taylor" with those words Mr. Anderson returns to the venue as if nothing happened, expressionless once again. What the hell was that? I was totally wrong about Mr. Anderson.

So Mr. Anderson was going out with Amaya E. López. Wow, who would've thought. I guess that's the fashion industry. As I think about such pointless things, I hear someone say "Oh, so this is where you were, Miss Taylor" I turn around to find the President standing a few meters away from me. "Sir." I reply having nothing else to say. It feels like it's been a while since I've seen the President. feeling relieved, I speed walk over to him. "Huh? Miss Taylor, were you wearing perfume today? Something smells quite pleasant" "..." err.. okay bit weird. Oh shit it must be Mr. Anderson's aftershave. "You must be mistaken, Sir." I say to him, hesitantly. "I wonder... oh?" "What is it, Sir?" I ask him curiously. "What happened to that?"