Just In Time h.s

Chapter 12

I neared the translucent door. My eyes desperately searching for Thomas. Where is that ascot wearing man? I pushed the glass door, quite heavy I might add, and I searched for the paisley printed, burnt sienna ascot. It was unlike Thomas to not be sitting at his secretary desk, taking calls and making annoyed faces at me while he redirected clients. While I was deep in search for Thomas, I didn't realize there was someone right in front of me.

"Thomas. Thomas. Where are yo--" With a hard smack, a pile of papers fell from the stranger's hands and fluttered in the air.

"I AM SO SORRY!" I bent down and started picking up the stranger's papers.

"It's fine really. No need to." It was a male voice. It was deep and unknown. I have never heard this man's voice before. I scoured endlessly for the papers still left roaming until the marble floor was clear again.

"Here you go. They're not in order at all. I'm so sorry." I handed him the papers, while studying his features. He was in his mid twenties, dark brown hair borderline black, sharp jaw line, golden hazel eyes, and a wide, toothy smile aimed my way. Something seemed so familiar about this man.

"It's really no problem. Thank you for picking up the papers." I stood there pondering and shuffling through my memories, hoping to remember this man. He looked so familiar. I feel as though I know him from somewhere. I've seen him before.

"Well, I better go. I'll see you around." He directed his attention towards the elevator and proceeded towards the metal box, but I stopped him in his tracks.

"I never got a chance to catch your name. What is it?"

"Devin."

"Are you new around here Devin?"

"Yes, just got hired three days ago. My office is right across from yours." Three days? Right across my office? How could I have not noticed his presence before?

"Well, Welcome to Smith Corporations. If you need anything, my door is wide open."

"I'll keep that in mind, thank you...."

"Mila."

"Pretty name, Mila. My parents always wanted to name my baby sister Mila."

"They have a good taste in names." My lame attempts at easing the mood was apparently funny to this man who burst out in laughter.

"They sure do. Goodbye Mila. Boss wants me to deliver these papers quick."

"Bye Devin." This man. This man is a man I have seen before. Those eyes, that jawlines, that hair, just something seemed so familiar.

Pushing those thoughts away, I continued my search for Thomas. I peeked my head in every office to catch a glimpse of that signature paisley print, but all I saw was Cora from editing and Dalton from the break room, no one really knew what his job was, tangled in one another and a board meeting I so stupidly interrupted. I'll definitely receive a lecture from Mr.Smith.

As I was frantically searching, I came across a double door, propped open with a wooden door stop. Since when was this here?

Don't go in there Mila. It's dangerous. You don't know what's down there. Mila, no. Mila stay right where you're standing. No matter what my brain said, I involuntarily felt my feet start walking down the long corridor. The flooring was still the familiar marbling, but it was dimmer in this hallway. Not mental asylum dim, not romantic candlelit dinner dim, just a bright sunny day with curtains blocking the sun kind of dim. As you neared the isolated room, the lighting dimmed, almost pitch black.

Male voices. It seemed like three. Thomas? That was definitely Thomas. I could hear the feminine undertones within his voice and that saucy tone couldn't be mistaken. What's he doing back here? Who are those two other men?

THOMAS'S POV:

"This isn't right."

"I know it's not, but listen. She's our baby sister."

"She's both your baby sister! That's the point! You're suppose to look out for her! The poor thing! She probably is all shooken up from seeing him!"

"Relax Thomas. Is your ascot choking the oxygen going to your brain? You're acting crazy. She needed to see him and he needed to see her. Knowing our sister, she has such a fierce attitude that she probably blew up on him and told him everything."

"What if she didn't?" I stood there, staring at the two dashing devils in front of me. They both gave each other unsure glances and just shrugged their shoulders.

"Well I'm waiting."

"She's our sister. We know her better then you. She would have told Harry and he would step up take responsibility for the child. It's not fair she's bombarded with all the expenses. Plus it benefits us."

"And what if she didn't? You can't just assume because you "know" your sister! Harry could just leave. I thought you didn't want Harry with her anyways. What do you mean benefit you?"

"We don't. By having Harry in her life, that will make her well known. By default, that will make us well known. Free sex, babes, money, everything."

"That's not how fame works. Wait! This is just a ploy! You only need her for your own benefit! I thought you were trying to help her! What if she doesn't want to get back together with him?"

"Thomas. Thomas. Thomas," He shook his head left and right, smirking at me,"she hasn't stopped talking about him since they broke up. Besides, the letter said Darcy would suffer the consequences. Of course it's to benefit us. Why else would we care about her anyways? She's just a burden." He grinned evilly. The lighting further accentuated his grim features making him look like a monster.

"Well, what if I tell her?" I crossed my arms and his six foot one frame strode slowly over to me. He towered above me and I swallowed a big gulp. He placed his long finger under my chin and pushed my chin upwards, so I was looking directly at him.

"Thomas, you are in on the plan. Don't forget. She wouldn't be so happy to know her BEST FRIEND is backstabbing her for fame and money."

"This isn't right! I want to back out. I thought we were trying to help her, but now I know your real intentions, I want out!"

"It's too late." With an evil grin splattered on his face, he let go of my chin. It was throbbing intensely from the pressure of his finger. He sat back down on the cold metal chair and stared me down with that intense gaze as if he was staring into my soul.

I nervously swallowed another large gulp. I tugged at my ascot, noticing the heat in the room rising.

"Are you nervous Thomas?"

"N-n-no." His chocolate brown eyes grazed up and down my body. He licked his plump lips and I knew what he wanted.

"Come along Thomas. We have much to do in such little time." He grabbed my hand, intertwining it with his. Smirking at me, he gently placed a kiss on my lips. A pang of guilt echoed through my conscious. He was married with a baby on the way.

"Niko, no. We have guests in the room."

"Almost forgot." He whispered something sexual in my ear before striding towards the gentleman in the shadows. I never knew much about him, just that Niko knew him.

The dim patch of light lit up Niko's angled face. His face was contorted in an angry expression and the gentleman stood there unfazed. He pointed his finger straight at the gentleman's chest and aggressively poked him, accentuating all his points. He was still unfazed.

About three minutes passed before Niko made his way back over to me. He grumbled incoherent words I could barely make out. I glanced back at the gentleman as he was stepping out of the shadows.

"Niko." His voice cut the already tense atmosphere between them.

"What?" With gritted teeth, Niko spun around and angrily glared at the gentleman.

"Be safe." With a wink, he made large strides towards the door. I didn't get much of a chance to analyze the gentleman's face, plus the dim, nearly pitch black lighting didn't help. I could however get a glimpse of his eyes.

A golden hazel.