Here For You

Chapter 2

Kristina's POV

I woke up at the sound of loud chatters and yells. Oh my bad! It's six forty-five in the morning already. Great. Now I'm late for school. I quickly got up of my seat and ran to Jerry.

"Jerry, I'm so sorry I passed out last night. It'll never happen again. I know--" I was still doing my explanation when Jerry cut me off. 

"It's fine. I came back last night and took care of a few customers. Don't worry, we didn't lose them. I think you should run for your life and go to school!" 

"Thanks! That's so nice of you Jerry! Thank so much!" I hugged him tight and headed towards the door. The café was busy and I really felt guilty for not helping out. And because I was in a rush, I bumped into someone at the door again. And because I was late, I didn't bother to look who's who again.

I arrived at school seven minutes late. Thank goodness Dr. Love is late, too!  

"Sorry I am late, class. Now bring out your essays."

Essay.

Essay.

Essay.

Oh my freaking essay! Where's my essay?! I searched my bag but it was nowhere. It isn't finished yet, and I don't have it with me, and I have nothing to present to my professor! Talk about misfortune! Oh, great. I deserve a face palm. I hate this day.

Nathan's POV

Krrrrnnnngg. Krrrrnnngg. The alarm clock kept shrieking. I reached to my bedside table to shut it off. It's probably half past the hour of six. The light blurred my vision. Ahh, sunshine.

I got up and took a quick shower. When I was done, I dressed up in my usual business clothes. I chose to wear a striped dark blue button-down and paired it with a white tie. I finished off with a suit and coat and nothing more. I thought that to gain people's attention and respect, you have to make yourself look good in front of them.

I grabbed my car keys and drove my way to the office. While I was on the red light, I checked my phone and saw twelve unread messages. Ten of them were from my secretary, and two were from mom. She greets me a good morning almost every day, sometimes she forgets if it's already midday or evening.

I stopped by my favorite café in town. I'm not yet having breakfast and I think today's good enough to have one from J's Café. I pushed the door open when this girl bumped into me. She was in a rush. And I think she's familiar. Yes, indeed. She is. This isn't the first time she's bumped into me. I wonder who she is.

The café was pretty busy this morning. People from the business world are also here. Lucky for me, I spotted an unoccupied table beside the window. Good enough. I like the view from here. I waited for the people to calm down and finish their orders. I didn't want to blend in with their noise.

The person who used this table must be a fine woman, I thought. She only left a saucer which probably contained a slice of cheesecake and a glass of water with a smudge of lip gloss on the edge. Huh, I smiled to myself. Beside the glass were some handwritten papers. I reached for it when the waiter came.

"Excuse me sir, let me clean this up."  

I just nodded. I didn't think the paper was trash. It's written in script and the paper was clean. Neither folds nor crumples were anywhere. I was interested to what it reads so I kept it safe in my hands. 

"Would you like me to take your order, sir?" The waiter asked.  

I didn't want to get up and lose my table so I took his offer. "Yes, please. I'll have one plate of blueberry pancakes and a regular coffee, with sugar and milk. Thank you."

When he left, I started reading the paper. I was so eager that I didn't care whose work it is. It has no title yet so I thought it must be a draft or something. Or the author would think of it sometime later.

You know what kind of problem I hate to think about? Love problem.  

I just hate it when a person comes to you and says what the heck is going on with their relationships. What do I care?! I didn't want to care in the first place but then, I'll just find myself talking to them, saying things that would make them realize how this thing really goes.  

I started hating this thing when I was fourteen. My friends kept ranting about their boyfriends. They kept on saying how sweet he is, or how handsome or how he makes her blush. What the heck is going on with their minds?! They're fourteen and fifteen and they think like that? They speak about how much they love their guys like there's no tomorrow. Like he's the one she's going to marry.  

Ridiculous, right?! They get blinded with the freaking "love" they're talking about when it fact it's only infatuation. How could they say it's love when they became together through a text message? The guy didn't even have to suit her!  

And then a few months after, they're all coming back; tears running down their faces. What's happened? She's jealous, he cheated, they broke up, and the list doesn't end. I don't understand why they think about relationships that much when I think about my scholarship.

I was in the middle of the essay when my phone rang. It's Stella, my secretary. I was about to pick it up when she hung up. Her message proceeded to voice mail.  

"Sir Nathan, you have a meeting with the Malaysian investors in ten minutes. Please be here soon."  

Oh, yeah right. I have to go. As much as I wanted to continue on with the essay, I had to go. I took one last sip of my coffee before standing up. I brought the essay with me. Fortunately, I have one folder in my car. I kept the essay there. I felt something special with it so I took care that much.

"Our market has expanded to Florida and Norway this month. High-profile companies are coming to us. They want our service. So, Mr. Lee, we assure you a good relationship with us. Thank you for investing in Wilson Industries."  

"Thanks. It's wonderful to do business with you, Mr. Wilson."

"Nathan! Nathan!" Rick called after me. 

"Hey bro, what's up?" We got in my office. "Have a seat buddy." 

"Congratulations, you caught another fish with no bait." He handed me a glass of wine he personally took from my refrigerator. Rick is always a good friend. He didn't have to ask me.  

"You don't have to," I said, taking the glass. "Know what? I think you should handle them." 

"What? Handle who?" 

"Them. The Malaysian investors. Half of the world is with me, it's time you start to count your men." I smirked at him. Rick is my best friend. We grew together. He is the brother I never had. He was with me through thick and thin. He didn't keep his interests of the company with himself. If he wants a part of the money, he'll tell me. He has no bad intentions towards Wilson Foundation and Industries. Just yet.

I did a lot of work that I lost track f time. It was already midnight and I was still stuck doing the reports. I personally handle the company if I can. I don't trust my work to my people. After doing one last report, I shut down my laptop and went to my car.

A yawn came out from me while I was waiting for the engine to heat up. I closed my eyes for a minute or two and finally hit the road. The streets of New York were nearly deserted. They weren't sleeping in their home though. The people are probably inside clubs downtown, making out with a stranger or so.

I patiently waited til the red changed to green. I thought maybe I could just cross the street since there weren't any other cars around. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw J's Café. I turned to my passenger seat where I left the folder. Where I placed the essay.

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