Architecturally not love...I think

Chapter 2

Nick

God I hate these things. Give me a bullet to the head instead of this. "Hi Gerald." I shook his hand.

"Hey Nick, this is my wife." I took the hand of a blonde haired women wearing a long gold dress.

"This must be the beautiful woman that Mr. Thompson can't take his mind off."

"Ah the famous Nick Adkins." She shook my hand. "This is my daughter Lauren."

"Lauren, what a beautiful name."

"Thank you." She stuck out her hand. Lauren looked like her mother if she was younger. She was about my age. And she has a beautiful physique.

"Why don't you two converse, get to know each other."

"Hmm alright."

"You know my dad is just using me for a business deal?"

"Oh I had no idea."

"You're cute."

"I know." I am? How odd? I did always try to be fit and healthy but cute. This wasn't foreign to me though.

"So do you have any girlfriends, significant others?"

I chuckled, "uh no."

"So you're gay?"

"Um frankly no."

"Huh, so where are you going after this?"

"My home."

"You think you could take me with you?"

"I don't know do you want me to?"

"I think I might want to."

I chuckled, "I think I might want to, too." Gerald joined us.

"Well I can see the fun you two are having. I would like to discuss the contracts."

"Yes, of course. I need them and I already have the blue prints."

"Well I can't just hand them to you." Gerald said. I clenched my fists and then let go.

"Of course, I was just curious what you want for them?"

"I want to partner with you."

"Well I don't know if I can let that happen."

"I think you can, I have the contracts in the car right now." "Is working alone really what you're going to gamble."

"Mr. Shack, I really don't see why you can't just hand them to me."

"You make good money and gorgeous buildings so I don't see why I can't help with taking the load off."

"I don't need anyone to take the load off." I rushed past him and crashed the waiter. I spilled a bunch of champagne I don't want to argue with an idiot. I pushed the remote to my car and the car's engine roared. "GOD DAMN THIS COMPANY!"

I drove back home. I didn't see Ms. Smith's car. Odd. I drove the car into the garage and entered through the garage door. I saw the floors were waxed. "We're not his house maids."

"I know, but I couldn't let Ms.Smith do it, she's old."

"I wonder what his room looks like?"

"I saw it, pretty basic." I listened to them for a little longer.

"I mean come on he still is our attractive boss."

"I mean yeah he's pretty, but he's our boss that's like incest in a way." I cleared my throat and I heard a gasp. I saw Claire first. "Hello."

"Hey BOSS!" I heard shuffling and clanging.

"Hey Mr. Adkins."

"Hello Cassandra."

"When did you get here?"

"Not too long ago." "I will be in my room." They nodded and I walked to my room when I shut the door I heard giggles. I took off my jacket and hung it in my closet. I unbuttoned my dress shirt and threw it in the hamper. I grabbed a t-shirt from the dresser and a pair of sweat pants. I put on the shirt and heard clattering. And then a large thump and crash. Followed by "Shit!"

"Is everyone okay!" I yelled. I walked out and saw a shattered vase on the living room floor. Cassandra was cleaning it up. She grabbed a small piece of clay and cut herself.

"Shit!"

"You guys should be cleaning up, not making a bigger mess." She got up and ran to the kitchen and rinsed her hand under the water. Clairisse helped her in the kitchen. I walked to broken vase. "God damn, this was a present."

"I'm sorry." Cassandra said.

"That's coming out of both of your paychecks!" Her voice cracked like she was about to cry. "I am sorry."

"I know." I knew I shouldn't have yelled. I really didn't like the vase.

"Just go home, both of you, I can clean this up." They walked to the door in a hurry and put on their coats and took their bags. I grabbed the broom and shoveled the broken clay parts. I threw it in the bin and walked to my bedroom I took off my pants and collapsed on the bed. "There's no point in putting on pants now."