Miss Montreal

Chapter 2: Miss Distracted

"At 9:00 AM, meeting with Mr. Pierre for further discussion. 11:00 AM, the scheduled monthly board meeting will be held at Bay Conference room. I reserved a lunch for ten people at the near by .. " Lucas elaborated beside Thorin, as they wait for the elevator.

Through her Prada sunnies, Thorin spied at Lucas. Black shoes, black slacks, black tie, and a simple white button up that hugged his upper body. A brown satchel bag lazily hanged on his right shoulder. She knew that his ensembles are not from the hard to pronounce brand. But the man, made it look that it's worth thousands.

Thorin could smell his masculine musk, she could compare his scent from other men but there's just something about his smell that intoxicates her rational senses and tingly sensation. Dione noticed Thorin's actions, she couldn't help but silently snickered at her boss's subtle gestures.

The man, had wits and skills. Dione couldn't ask for more, Lucas learns fast. He asks questions, jotted notes, manages and organized files neatly, summarizes meeting minutes, he could even do charts and trends in accounting stuff. Sometimes Dione wandered, why Lucas settled for an assisting instead of a corporate position that could catapult Lucas into higher positions.

Dione made a mental reminder, that she would ask Lucas later.

Thorin leading the two, arrive in their floor. Thorin could sense all the females gawking at their direction. Following every step as they walk through the isle. Lucas started four days ago, and every time they arrive in the floor the same situation always happen.

"Your fan population is blooming  Lucas," Thorin heard Dione joked. Lucas let out a few chuckles. "Might have a fan signing event here, any time now," Dione added.

The three arrived at the front door of Thorin's office, "Anything you need Miss Montréal?" Lucas asked before she could open the door.

Thorin faced Lucas, "Forward the soft copy of minutes from yesterday's meeting." Lucas nodded and proceeded to his desks. He placed his satchel under his table and opened his computered and got the file.

A fake coughing awaken Thorin from her reverie. "Dione come," They both entered the office and closed the door.

"Yes Thorin?" Dione asked. Dione observed her lady boss, as she placed her DG bag on her mahogany desk. Thorin started to fidget, so she quickly picked up her stress ball and squeezed it. Thorin stayed quiet, she turned her back and faced the glass window that viewed the city's skyline. "I don't know. I can't seem to calm down my nerves."

"And Lucas has to do with this?" Thorin swiveled her chair and turn abruptly to face Dione. "Perhaps? Have you seen the man Dione? Uh, I mean -- I'm just getting used to his presence. Only one more week and your outta here."

Dione tried her best to conceal her grin, "I can assure you. You don't have to worry, Lucas will take care of you," Thorin seemed to feel the unnecessary tingle in her gut.

Dione had constructed a risky idea, she had doubts but brushed it off, "Since it's Friday, why don't you take Lucas out on a dinner?"

Thorin is flustered at her soon to be resigning assistants's suggestion. Employer and employee should have a definite work barrier, anything beyond that would be against her principle. "Ice breaker? Come on, Lucas will be your slave here in the company and in your personal life."

Thorin shrugged and did not bother to reply. She entertained Dione's suggestion, but she's reluctant. She had scheduled her Friday night as her party night. It's either night out  or stay in and sleep.

Thorin received an e-mail, attached with the document she needed; with that she started to read and work.

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The nine a.m. appointment did not go well, Mr. Pierre  scheduled another meeting. He clearly wasted Thorin's time, not to mention. Mr. Pierre was not fond seeing Lucas beside Thorin being her assistant.