A cold Fashion Designer Love Miss Secretary.

chapter: 1

Hannah POV;

I feel proud too...

It's not like I won the award, but to know that someone in my company did makes me feel very proud too...

"Have you meet him before?"
President look at me with a smiling

"Well, I only know him by name there's no once doesn't at L'Eclat du soleil"

WHO doesn't know who Omi kitazawa is!.

Actually, I only saw him once from a distance at the company,

But his design are amazing,

It's be my first time seeing him up close wander what he's like?

Really cool, I bet...

As I stand there daydreaming..

I feel the president smiling at me...

"He he.. What's with the funny smile sir?"  I ask.

"Oh, just thinking how interesting fate can be"

"Fate',sir? Sorry to ask, but what do you--"

Just when I was about to ask what the president meant..

The noise from the crowd of people intensifies...

"What is it? A fire?" What's going on?"

I look around to try and figure out what happened..

As the sea of people around us overwhelme me, it's hard to figure things out at this state..

"Let's go and take a look," president say and stand up.

"Yeah" I hurry after him.

"Aah"

"Oh...I'm sorry"

I feel somebody bump into me..

"What do you think you're--?"I look up, about to lash out and complain  when...

I see a man standing there, who Sharp and clean-cut face, looks into me, expression

I've seen it from  somewhere... The ad minable..

No way! Mr. Kitazawa!

Here? Of all place?

" A-are you Mr.kitazawa? "

I was too surprise, I blurted out his name like  I'm a creeper..

"Shh!" He presses his finger against my lips

"Hmm!"

"Can you just, stay like this a bit more?" he says this

W-what is he doing?!

It's  all too unfamiliar.. The scent of his Cologne,

And the warmth of his finger.

"C-can you let go now" I try pushing him.

"You gotta help me." He lifs my chin up with his fingertips,

And our eyes meet..

We're so close that I can feel his breath on my check,

And his eyes so dreamy, that I get lost in them..I then feel my checks gradually getting warmer...

I worry that I might be blushing, which makes me blush even more,

He's so indecipherable, I have no idea what he's even thinking

"What do you means, 'help?!"

"You work for L'Eclat du soleil, right?"

"How do you know?"

"You we're with the president a while ago"

"Well,yes but--"

"And--" as he tries to go on...

We hear noise coming closer, he looks in that direction and cliks his tongue.

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