Remember Me?

Chapter Thirty-Four

Amelia scraped the hair that fell across her face backwards. She could really do without having to reconcile these figures today.

The finance department was struggling, it was year-end in a few months and the tax man would soon be on their backs. Noah was meant to be dealing with it all, after all, it was his job, but right now, it was everyone's responsibility to club together and help out if they were to stay afloat.

What's more she was feeling incredibly sick. She had woken up with a pounding headache and felt like she was on a ship for most of the morning.

One pound sterling to One Dollar 67 cents. That would make $1,672,600. A good conversion rate for the day. She would have to act quickly.

Consecutively, she fired off a few emails and then slumped her head against her desk. Some painkillers and a hot chocolate would be definitely welcome right now.

Suddenly, there was a tap on the door. Amelia groaned, slumping back down on the desk.

"Mia, baby?"

She peered up from under her lashes, "Blakey."

"What's wrong?" he frowned down at her.

All she could think was how delicious he looked. Crisp white shirt with two buttons open, black trousers and a pinstripe blazer. His hair had that artfully mussed style as always and his green eyes were shining.

She stood slowly, smoothing down her aqua coloured halter neck dress. She stumbled slightly.

Whoa. Head rush.

"I'm okay," she mumbled, "Just a bit queasy that's all."

A concerned look washed over his face, "Baby? Are you sure you're okay?" he held her face in his hands.

"I'm fine Blake. You can get back to work, honestly, I'm fine."

"I have a half an hour meeting in my office with Vernon Systems. You'll be alright until then, won't you?"

She nodded, "Yep. Okay."

He kissed her, "God, I love you baby, you're so damn distracting," he kissed her once more, turning on his heel, "Be good, and call if you need me."

"I will." She said as the door closed.

She rummaged inside her handbag and pulled out her painkillers, popping two out of the packet and swallowing with a mouthful of water. The pain in her stomach began to ebb and flow, but most of it was numbed.

After that, it was easier to concentrate on the figures and send off some invoices. She had studied this for years, Financial Development at the University of California, yet it was still deathly dull, watching the black numbers blend into a smudge of grey on the white background of her computer.

Easier? Yeah, right. She was still just as frustrated as she was before. Letting out a grunt of annoyance, she threw her stapler at the wall.

Within seconds, the door burst open and there stood Noah, assessing the scene.

"Amelia? Is everything okay?"

Amelia nodded, puffing out the breath of air she never knew she had been holding in.

"I'm okay. Just these figures, that's all." She sighed

"Really? The reconciliation?" he enquired

She nodded.

"Hey, I'll pull up a seat and help you sort this out, how does that sound?"

"Fantastic. Thanks Noah, I really appreciate it."