mr ambrose and lilly linton

A very drunk Mr Ambrose!!!!

Mr Ambrose POV:
They are all pathetic I say to myself, after interviewing the last man to be my personal secretary, and this time I was sure they were all of the male gender. Even so, a certain female you know is far better than any of these simpering fools. For once I did not disagree with myself. Not one of them could hold my piercing glare, even for a second; none of them understood the filing system, and... And none of them makes you feel the way you do when Lilly is around the voice inside my head teased.

Stop this nonsense! I only keep lilly around because she happens to actually be efficient at her job. I felt like smiling smugly at the clever and appropriate reason of why Lilly is still in my employ. Just another reason why you like her though is it not the snickering voice within my head remarks. Agh! My subconscious is just as bad as lilly. Always making witty remarks. It is very irritating when something does not behave according to your wishes!

Deciding to ignore my own subconscious I tried to focus on my work instead. However, I found myself having read the same paragraph three times. What is happening to me? I suddenly had a very inefficient thought: I was bored. I have never been bored in my life- work comes first above all emotions, as knowledge is power is time is money after all. I must get rid this preposterous emotion at once.

Perhaps you are bored because you have become accustomed to a certain someone's antics, and you may even enjoy your daily encounters with her, so life without her becomes very boring does it not the voice states of-matter-of-factly. I could almost see my inner voice wiggling their eyebrows suggestively. No don't be ridiculous I just... I just enjoy telling people off, and Miss Linton is exceptional for giving you reasons to do just that. I certainly do not miss her, or miss the way my heart beats rapidly around her if that is what people may think!

Yes you do you liar. Just go and see her. Then maybe you could concentrate on staying the most powerful, not to mention richest businessman in the world. All while making sure that Lilly is doing ok. There is no telling what her vulture like aunt is doing to her at this moment in time. I immediately wanted to go and check on her. Make sure that she is fine... I mean I do have her address after all. No I couldn't possibly go see her. She would hate that, and would tell me where I could stick my chauvinistic ideas and that she was perfectly capable of looking after herself. She wouldn't want to see me now would she? Would she? Only one way to find out right the voice inside my head taunted.

Tired of this internal debate, I decided that after three days of no sleep I should get some- 8 hours precisely on the dot so that I may then work again at optimal function without the hindrance of what is known as being tired. I'll need it I thought to myself... It's been a while since I have had to get my own files. However, I have no alternative. Those so called replacements weren't fit to lick Lilly's shoes, let alone be worthy to even temporarily have her job.

******* 5 days later:

Once again I worked late into the night, and everyone but me have left to go to their homes. Much like you want to go to Lilly's home... No! There are only four more days to go before lilly is no longer grounded and then everything shall be back to normal. I can survive that. The aching feeling in my heart tells me otherwise. You could just go to her and tell her how you feel and voila you will live happily ever after! But no. Instead you act cold and unfeeling towards her! And she still thinks that your kiss was imaginary! The voice in my head scolded.

I started to remember the soft sweet taste of her lips... The way she felt in my arms... The way she made me feel... I just want to hold her in my safe embrace, and I never want to let her go again... No I need to stop feeling like this! I vowed I would never need anyone, and now this woman who is like no other is now like the air I breathe. I cannot be without her without feeling like I will never see the light of day again.

'There is only one way to rid myself of these thoughts' I thought to myself, albeit temporary. My father... A man I have not thought of in a long time... Used to drink because it made him forget... It made him happy. I have never drunk a lot of alcohol as the good ones are expensive, and I did not become the richest man alive through buying expensive items. I also found alcohol to prove very unproductive when you try to do your work. However, it was late, and I can't do any work any ways because I keep thinking of Lilly! There I go again... Thinking of her! Was she even thinking about me? Enough of this I tell myself. I stride over to one of the cabinet at the far right hand corner of my room, and pulled out one of many bottles of Scotch that I have gotten from rich men trying to get on my 'good' side. They soon figured out that that was never going to happen though I thought while smirking internally. I strode back over to my chair and opened the bottle with one swift movement. Then, I took a sip before chugging it all down. I started to feel a burning sensation in my throat, but I quite liked it, so I had another one, and another one, and another one until I had drank 4 bottles of Scotch. I suddenly felt very light headed... But I felt...I felt...I felt good. Hey, when will we see the yellow piggies I thought giddily. Suddenly I felt very sad. Why did I feel sad? I thought to myself. I heard a voice whisper to me Lilly... Lilly....Lilly. Thinking of her made me feel whole... Yes I will find Lilly...

I stumbled out onto the darkened street. The clock had just struck midnight. I looked around with blurry eyes until I saw the street down to Wilding park. I knew Lilly was near there and I had to get to her. I heard a faint nagging in my head telling me to go back inside but I ignored it. I stumbled here and there but I finally made it. Five minutes later I stood outside what I was almost certain was Lilly's house... But how to get her attention? A very strong feeling told me not to knock on the front door. However, I once heard that throwing rocks at windows was a very common romantic practice, so that is what I shall do I thought to myself. I climbed over the gate and entered Lilly's garden. With my mind in the state it was in I did not think over if this window was really Lilly's window, or if she was alone in that room. Without thinking, I picked up the first stone, and I chucked it at precisely the right speed and angle... It soared through the air... And then it hit the wall next to the window. I...I...I missed. I never make mistakes I think frowning slightly. Shaking my head vigorously I tried again, this time aiming a bit more to the right. It hit it! Yes it hit it! I realised then that I had just said that out loud. Trying to compose myself I whisper shouted "Lilly! Psstttt Lilly" and with that I chucked two more stones, both hitting the window with a clacking noise. I heard a scuffling noise within the room, and then the sound of feet coming closer to the window. Yes Lilly's coming! I thought excitedly. Suddenly, the window swung open, and a petite head stuck out of the window. Wait a minute... That doesn't look like Lilly I thought worriedly before I heard a young woman call out "is that you, Edmund my love?"

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Oo Mr Ambrose has got himself into a bit of a pickle hasn't he 😂😂 hope you all liked this chapter! I wonder what's going to go down in the next one.... All I know is it is going to be hilarious! Though, it may also be very emotional between Mr Ambrose and Lilly if somehow Mr Ambrose gets to talk to her!!
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