The Chance

Chapter 4

It has been a week since the embarrassing breakfast incident and I haven't said my thanks yet. its not that I don't want to. Its just that we had a crazy week and we haven't got a chance to bump with each other. Haha! see what I did there? 'Bump with each other'. No? Fine.

I do see him walk around the office, but I haven't mustered the courage to come up and say thanks. Its just an easy task I know, but every time I see him its either he is walking going to who-knows-where or he is talking to somebody. I don't want to go inside his office just to say 'Thank you', I believe that my reason is not good enough to disturb him or to see him.

I guess I'll just say it when I get the chance to talk to him.

I returned my focus on the computer in front of me.Its not just him who had been busy, I am currently working on tons of paper work. It's a good thing I guess, it means we are doing good in the business, but the down side is I haven't spent some quality time with my friends nor with my self.

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most of my officemates already left and only a few were left. René was the last of them to leave, that's when I realized that it is almost 8:30 p.m. "are you done?" she asks whilst pulling her bag up her shoulder.

I stretched my arms up, "Not yet..." I felt my tight muscles losen, "but I am almost done. I'll just finish this before I go home.".

"Okay. Don't over work yourself, I'll go ahead." She smiled. Before he is out of the door she called out, "Don't forget your dinner Leah!"

"Yes mom!" I replied playfully.

"you have to take care of your self, you know that don't you?" She said seriously,

"I know" I replied and gave my hand a wave shooing her out.. It's not that I don't eat..its just that I forget about it when I get too focused at work...which happens most of the time.

Stress, lack of proper sleep and skipping meals, and lets not forget about driking too much coffee helped me develop acid reflux, it's a common sickness for workaholic people that can be easily managed. It just got little out of hand when I was rushed in the hospital because I cannot breath and I keep on vomiting bitter liquid when I had nothing inside my stomach.

This got René really worried. Since I live alone she doesn't want me to have those kind of episodes without someone to help me. So she often reminds me to eat on time and take care of my self.

"See you when I see you!" I hear her say before she closed the door.

I was so immersed in what I am doing that I didn't notice someone walk near me.

"what are you still doing here?" I jumped-off from my seat and made a prefect landing on my butt..."OW!"

Ethans' face popped above my table to check on me, he looks like he's trying hard not to laugh and is failing hard to look concerned when he asked if I am okay. I pushed my self up, partly annoyed. "Yes..you..you just startled me." my ears feel hot.

"Good. What are you still doing here?" he asked again.

Working..duh?! I want to reply to him. But being snarky at your boss just because he scared the crap out of you might not be appreciated. "Just finishing a business proposal Sir, the client is a bit meticulous with the details." I replied instead.

"Are you done with it then?" He asked.

"Yes, I was about to save it...when I...." I trailed off.. I can still feel my ears hot out of embarrassment.

"Okay, let me see it." He said.

I gulped. Its not that I am not confident with what I have done. I know that he reads our proposals since he is usually copy furnished in our e-mails in requesting for the approval of the Sales and Product Manager before sending it to the client. I just feel a bit conscious to actually see him read my works while I am there. We usually deal with his corrections thru e-mail not unless we messed up retty bad we got to talk to him personally.

"Okay." I sat again on my chair and save the file and waited for him to walk around to be on my side of the table. He bent down, his left hand was behind my chair and his right on my table using the keyboard to navigate as he read my work on the screen.

He doesn't have his coat on, only his white shirt , no tie the top 2 buttons are currently open. As he leaned forward I cant help but notice a light stubble on his chin. His strong jaw was really nice and his smell...is....

"If you really like my smell I can give you my spared bottle perfume." He said as turned his face towards me. I can feel his breath fan my face as he breaths.

"What?" I was stunned at his comment and the sudden closeness of our faces, Am I that obvious?

"Nothing." then as if the world turned upside down. He smiles. Not a smirk not a half smile it's a full smile. Ethan-Freaking-James smiled! And I tell you its swoon worthy. He cleared his throat and his face turned serious again as he stood. "Its good. I like how you made a special scheme for them regarding the stocking of their request. "

"Um, yes the client said that the current supplier of their pipette tips were always out of stock. Since ours fits perfectly their brand, I asked them to give us the price of our competitor and their consumption. From there I just draw the proposal that we will give them a better price and promised that we will stock their requirement for whole year, in return they will sign a blanket PO contract ,which states that they will buy this supply solely from us with a given a minimum qty. order per year."

"Good. I don't doubt that you will get this project." He said. There's something in his eyes but I cant place what it is. But I am glad that he has seen that my strategy will be effective.

"Thank you sir."

"lets have dinner." he said after a few seconds of silence.

Well if it isn't the end of the world, I don't know what it is... Ethan Freaking James just invited me to dinner!

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A/N: Forgive me for the typo errors