Denial & Desire [ #Wattys2017 ]

Chapter 9: Catching Up

I stood there in the office like a mountain, tall and still. The hair that I'd tried to tame earlier on was now wild and frizzy as the morning past. My chest felt tight and the beat of my heart echoed in my ears, I was very anxious. I couldn't look Mr. Cater in his eyes as I was now self-conscious. Despite what many might think though I act rough sometimes I am soft like a teddy bear on the inside, that's why I need my tough exterior to protect myself.

"Ms. Moreau" Mr. Cater began "I was amazed by my son's actions this week, he did something I thought he may have never done, solely because I wished for him to do so."

He sighed tapping his hands on the desk while getting out of his chair and walking to the huge wall to wall window spectating the city view. His brow was frowned and his jaw was straight. He was very serious and something about his serious personality scared the shit out of me.

"I've never heard my son spoke about a woman so fondly ever since his mother died. But when he spoke about you last night I saw something in him I hadn't seen in a long time." He said while taking slow strides along the looking glass of a widow.

"Ms. Moreau, you see I want my son too take over this business of mine, and because of this I wanted to take him under my wing here at Cater and Co and groom him into a fine business man. But he whole heartily refused and rebelled against it no matter how hard I tried." Mr. cater said drifting into a story.

I knew I was not to stop him from speaking once he had started so I waited patiently for him to finish.  "He even threatened to run away from home when he was younger.' He laughed, "So you can imagine my surprise when I saw my son, the one who refuses to deal with anything having to do with me and my company as an intern here. The irony."

He waved his hand and pointed to the empty seat by his desk and urged me to have a seat. I didn't mind but the extra-terrestrial feeling I got listening to Mr. Cater speak about his son was over taking me. Ché told me that he was an illegitimate child so it was obvious that Carlene Carter was not his mother but I wasn't expecting to here that his biological mother had died.

How?

"Ms. Moreau, how old are you?" Mr carter said turning with a stern stride towards me

My chest pulsated to the rhythm of his steps.

Bump Dump, Bump Dump!

"I'm twenty-one Sir."  I managed to speak but in a light diffident voice. This was not the impression of myself that I wanted to give off to him.

"Ah." he uttered and allowed his stormy eyes to spectate my face and all my other features. A family trait I presumed. His eyes weren't like those mesmerizing hazel orbs that his son had, no. They looked like an over cast sky on a sunny day, blue- grey.  For an old man, no doubt he was handsome but his handsome looks were different from that of Ché's.

"I won't deny your beauty Ms. Moreau, but still you're not the type of girl that my son usually goes for." He stated perplexed.

Was I supposed to be happy that he said I had beauty or upset that he said I wasn't Ché's type. My emotions began to bubble. I was baffled and my facial expression gave my emotion justice. Something about the men in this family, they are too blunt with their words.

"And what is his type sir." I uttered with hurt and disgust in my voice. How dare he compared me to Ché's type!

He laughed and decided to indulge me.

"Well firstly, my son has a very stupid peculiar taste. He tends to go for tall girls with rather long legs. I believe you are no taller than 5'4 Ms.  Moreau." He stated.