RETURN

"Complicated."

Mr. Daxton had come out of his office and was leaning against the door frame, looking unimpressed. 

"Is flirting with my colleagues is a part of your job description, Ms. Washingtons?" Wh-what?!

I quickly shook my head  "No sir! We were just--"

"Introducing ourselves Ralph, calm down." finished Antonio for me while walking to Mr. Daxton.

It was kind of too much for my eyes to take, you know, handsome men standing side by side, looking for all the world like they're in a photo shoot or something.

I have to admit Mr. Daxton doesn't look half bad compared to Antonio, he's even taller than him by  a few inches.

They look like a twin towers.

But anyway, I didn't know who is this Ralph he keeps talking about.

"Ralph, aren't we supposed to be having lunch together now?" Antonio says with his hand on Mr. Daxton's shoulder. I never seen this side of Mr. Daxton, there's a fond look on his emerald eyes as he gaze to Antonio.

"Yeah, we can go now if you want? I've already finished all my work."

"Bye El, nice to meet you!" Antonio said witha wink and go without a second glance.

I continued my work until someone disturbed me by calling my phone. That familiar ringtone is for Evan.

I took my phone from my bag.

"Hey baby!" the person on the other line said.

"Heiiiii! OHMYGOD! I miss you so much!"

"I miss you too baby."

"Why are you calling anyway? Do you need something?"

"I need you to open your door now." he ordered me.

I looked at my door curiously and walked there to open the door.

When I open the door, there he stand in front of me looking really handsome. He stares at me with his hazel eyes that mirrored mine.

"OH MY GOD!" I throw my arms to hold him.

"Hey baby girl!" he said kissing the top of my head.

"I can't believe you're in New York!" I said as I pulled away from his tight embrace.

"We  have a lot to catch up sister!" He smiling genuinely, his cute dimples showing.

"Sure brother. Let's go get some lunch! You need to tell me about Canada! Maybe I can visit sometime." I said as I linked my arms with his.

"Sure. Where to?"

"I think I'm in the mood for Italian food today." I smiled widely

"Mademoiselle." he opened his Porsche door for me.

"Thank you kind sir." he closed the door and he jog to the driver seat.

"You ready for th--"

"Don't say that you want to--"

"Oh yeah!" He interupted me and drove his car fast.

"Geez I wouldn't ride with you again Evan! You're crazy!" I said as we arrived at the finest Italian restaurant in New York.

I saw a familiar car parked in front of the restaurant. A pitch black Lamborghini Veneno with an almost black window shade making the insides invisible.

What is that car doing here? Or rather what is the owner doing here?

I entered the restaurant with Evan besides me, a man wearing a waiter's uniform came onto us.