Won't You Please Remember Me? (ON HOLD)

Chapter 10 - Impressions

Well, it came later than expected, but here it is. Please vote or comment if you guys like it.

On to the story:

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Santa Claus’s Son is My Master?! WTF!!!

Recap:

                I know I should ask what the heck’s he doing here or what did he came for, but I think I have pretty good excuse for asking the question I’m about to utter now.

                “How the heck did you get there?!”

                Why? It’s because my boss is standing on the window pane outside the window.

                Oh boy, it seems that this is going to be a long night.

                Sammy wasn’t surprised to hear Forwon’s question. Actually, he quite expected it. He means, what else will you say when you see a man outside your window on the twentieth floor? And judging by the question she asked earlier, someone who interests you a lot apparently.

                Sammy’s grin just grew wider as her mouth hung open and she stood frozen for a few seconds, before running in full speed towards the window and opening it, wide open. It would have been impossible to open the full length, but actually, only a small portion was opened due to its design.

                He jumped lithely into the room as soon it was opened and prepared himself to answer her questions.

                “Good evening, Ms. Williams.” He greeted with a charming smile, like he didn’t just came from outside a window, approximately some hundred feet off the ground.

                She didn’t answer for a few seconds as she gaped at him. That earned a smirk.

                Then she snapped back to her senses.

                “I know I should probably say something like ‘Good evening to you too, sir.’, but I think it’s better to ask for an explanation to what happened just now.”

                “Well, you wouldn’t have answered if I just knocked on the door, would you?”

                She didn’t answer as her gaze dropped to the floor.

                Sammy held his gaze.

                “You’ve been avoiding me all day, so I couldn’t find a good time to talk to you.”

                She bowed her head as she said, “I’m truly sorry for doing so, sir.”

                She really should get rid of the formalities. It’s starting to piss him off. Where was the girl whose strong personality knocked him off his feet? Where was the girl whose retorts send him rendering speechless? If she thinks she can get away for acting all nice and quiet, she’s dead wrong.

                A smile teased his lips.

Oh well, he planned to get her back soon, anyways.

“Well, judging by how things went this morning, I don’t blame you.”

Her eyes perked up at that.

“But of course, you need to make some reparations.”

Her head jerked back at me and her jaw hit the floor. He fought to laugh at her expression and settled for a smirk. Her reactions never failed to catch him off guard.