Ambrosial

Chapter Thirteen - Too Much

"What did you do to him?" Lily said, in a soft voice that I often see her use when emotions wash over her, as I exited the chambers. I was not even surprised to see her here after Karim told me that she was locked in my office –this girl never ceases to annoy me.

"Nothing that your imagination has gathered." I simply stated, before walking down the hallways to my office. I needn't to give her an explanation of sorts. She knew very well that I do not treat liars and enemies well. She knew well what she was stepping into the day where we me at the polling station. But, somehow her worried and emotional look in her face could not find itself away from my mind. I continued to walk down as my employees continued to work –at least they knew what I wanted them to do.

Once I got inside the comfort that is my office, my peace was broken when I hadn't even gotten five steps in when Lily strolled into the room as well. I was waiting for her to yell at me, to have another tantrum like she always did as I sat down. But I was more than disturbed, to see that she was quiet and that she was staring off to a distance. This was unusual for her, that's the only thing that was etched in my mind as I continued doing my work.

"Mr. Linton, you have your own office yes?" she nodded. "What, pray, tell are you doing in my office then?"

She mumbled something under her breath, and soon realized that I didn't hear it and turned to me and said it louder: "It's just too much."

"What is?"

"This day. You opened up to me, and then when I left the room, you go on a bulldozer rampage. I'm quite impressed to see it clean." Well, it was my employees work, wasn't it? "Then you kiss me three times, passionately, and you tell me I'm beautiful, and then move on like nothing happened." She chuckled bitterly. This was not Lily Linton –well, not the one I knew. "Then I get to see my friend be in the state of being beat up by Karim, and he is now a spy. Then I get locked in here, and when I escaped, I managed to hear that our friendship was based on someone's orders." She laughed again, without the humor in it. Then, I saw her eyes sparkle. But it wasn't a sparkle that would make you happy. It was that kind of sparkle because there was a tear in your eyes. I stood, but she held out a hand to stop me.

"Don't." she said, softly. "Don't... do anything that will make me think you care. It's been driving me crazy for the longest time, and I have no clue to what is actually going on in that head of yours! You say something caring and I over think it. I over think every single thing you do to make me think that somehow you care for me! I don't even know why I think of this. Just... don't. I'll see you tomorrow, sir. I will take that generous offer for a free leave I had the other day. Goodbye, sir."

Then, she turned away and left.

She left before I could say that I did care for her. That it was also driving me crazy as much as it was with her. I sat back down, and when an idea finally hit me, I bolted from my seat and ran after her.

xi.

Short, I know. And warning, this doesn't really sound like Sir Ambrose. But, then again, I'm writing as my own and this is his version when he breaks down.  I've been saying this a lot, and I'll gladly say it again. HE IS IN HIS BREAKING POINT AND THAT MUST BE THE REASON WHY HE IS SAPPY. Besides, Sir Rob is the one who knows what's going on that pretty little head Ambrose has.