Chapter 22

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Harry

"Sir you meeting is in 10 minutes

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"Sir you meeting is in 10 minutes."

"Alright, thank you just give me a second I'm almost done." I replied before she nodded her head in agreement then shut the door as she left.

I had just a few things left to type up and then I would be ready.

I jerked the papers out of the printer as soon as they came and headed to Louis's office.

I peeped my head in and looked at my watch.

"We've got about five minutes to get to the conference room, are you ready?" I say

"Yeah" he replies grabbing some things off his desk before rushing over to me.

We began walking as fast as we could to the elevator . Surprisingly Louis was able to keep up with my long strides. I guess he's gotten use to it by now.

He was able to get a few inches in front of me as we were nearing the elevator. Giving me a daring look, I smiled

Is he really going to turn this into a competition?

"I'll beat you there!" He yells before sprinting down the corridor.

I went after him not caring if anyone would see. If he beats me I'll never hear the end of it.

I caught up to him within a few seconds. Upon seeing me his legs began to move a little quicker. We approached the the elevator and by slight distance...he beat me.

"You....loose." He said breathlessly a triumphant smile lurking on his lips. I stood up and pressed the elevator button.

"I want a rematch later." I say winking at him.

When the elevator doors opened no one occupied it. Good I probably looked a mess.

I pressed the button to take us to the twelfth floor where all the meetings that are scheduled are held.

I looked at Louis, his tie was a bit off and his hair was messy just a little. But I liked it that way so I left it.

"Here." I said stepping in front of him and fixed his tie, well as much as a I could. I'm usually not all to good with my own ties. A whiff of light cologne hit my nostrils, it was defiantly a heavenly smell.

"Thanks my love." He whispers bringing a smile upon my face.

I can't stand the anticipation and longing for the taste of his lips as we stood there.

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