Miss Montreal

Chapter 6: Miss Get the memo

"What?"

"What?"

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I wasn't staring at you," Thorin said cheekily. "Why are you looking at me like that?" again Lucas whisper. "Ugh! I have eyes, I used them rather well."

"I have them too but I'm not staring at people. It's rude," Lucas continued to listen and transcribe what he heard in the meeting they were in. Thorin openly ogles at her assistant as he continued what he was doing, not minding the people around the room.

"Four-eyed Lucas," Thorin continued to tease, but Lucas paid no attention to her. It was supposedly her initiative to take down notes as her finance team report and present the monthly status of the company, but she decided to be lazy and dragged Lucas inside the conference room.

She noticed that she's been dragging Lucas everywhere she went since Monday started. She can't help it, his presence made her relax and elated. She still can't get over last Sunday afternoon up until Sunday night, they were just talking about random things and it was the best Sunday known to her.

However, it was cut short by none other than Lucas. She was about to ask him to dinner, he must have sensed that she will do such so she cut off their ice cream date. That's a date for Thorin, the first date on an ice cream bar. It was only her, who thought of that as a date, Lucas seemed to think of it as a meet up for work. What's up with him? Does he think of Thorin as work, whenever she sees her? Mayhap, she was paying him after all.

God, that man is difficult to crack open!

She needs to work on her A-game and plan if she wanted to date Lucas. Yes, she said it. She wanted to date Lucas! She can't help but squirm in giddiness as she thought of multiple scenarios in her pretty head. Lucas Sullivan has proven himself to be a challenge. And Thorin Montréal loves a challenge and will never back down.

As if the teen in her had awakened, she took off Lucas's eyeglasses. "Real mature Ms. Montréal," said Lucas as he stopped writing. Poor guy! Thorin couldn't care less as she chortles softly, trying her best to be discreet but reach to no avail.

A loud clearing of the throat interrupted her little happy place, she could mentally see her face form a frown. "Any comments Miss Montréal?" The finance executive assistant asked sternly, she could feel her eyebrows rose as she stared down her employee. "None."

"You won't be saying that if you listened intently." Mr. Finance executive fired. She could feel immense bad vibes radiating from the guy.

"Are we playing that card against me now?" Thorin rose from her swivel chair, hands on her hips. She breathes in and smolders on the people in the podium, "The first slide, wrongly labeled. Proofreading will do. Slide thirty-five, lacking categorization. Very disorganized. Fiftieth, missing graph. Sixty-six wrongly labeled again and there was a minute typo. Forgotten the spreadsheet! Keep it up to people and surely you will find new employment with your incapability. Understand?" The finance department didn't answer, bending their heads and refuse to meet her gaze, "Understand?!" she growled, loud enough to reach every corner of the room.

"Yes, ma'am!"

It wasn't her fault that she got distracted, it was Lucas's! Technically, it was her fault. He dragged Lucas in. She was still irked about what happened hours ago in the conference room. She felt attacked by the finance department, conspiring against her! Her happiness! Can she just work and play at the same time? Well, as a businesswoman herself that's a risk. She can't possibly juggle the two at the same time, she needs to set aside her personal and professional life.