Beca is the wealthy CEO of her company and business, B.M. Records, but she cares little about the feelings of other people. Chloe is a cheerful, easy going, and lovely veterinarian who runs her own animal hospital. After both meet due to unlikely an...
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Beca's POV
Is this plan even going to work? Did she fall asleep again?
Okay Beca. You are never nervous. She is just another one of your clients. Just breathe.
There are three minutes left until she will be officially late. This would be the second time she's late, but the fourth time in which she's tested my patience. Yet I still wait for her and am very intrigued by her. This is so stupid. And I'm such a creep.
Maybe Miss White could give me advice? I'll just try to text her.
Me: need help
M. White: yes miss mitchell?
Me: how do i interact with another human without being too businessy or invade their privacy?
M. White: just be yourself miss mitchell and good luck. hopefully she won't be late this time. ;))
Me: that wink is not professional miss white
M. White: sorry that was autocorrect
After rolling my eyes at the texts. I looked up again in search for Chloe. She had exactly thirty seconds left until she was officially late for our date. By date I mean business date because this is a professional relationship. By relationship I mean. You know what I don't have to explain.
Maybe ordering a drink for now will help calm me down.
Chloe's POV
New small change?
What did that even mean?
Oh gosh. What if the change is that she's not giving me a place anymore? I'm such a mess. Ugh.
I should probably try my best to go back to sleep, so I can wake up early for our meeting tomorrow. - - - - - - - - As I walked into Miss Mitchell's office, her domineering appearance and aura radiated off of her. At first, I was too scared to even say hello, until she stood up and held her hand out to shake mine.
I smiled at her and shook her hand back.
She was discussing our contract and the proposal, but we held eye contact the whole time.
Some would even consider this as eye fucking.
Sure the information she was stating was important, but the only thing I could think of was the other night. The other night when I had to take off her shirt to help cover up her wound.
