Bloom [Completed]

Chapter Two

At least Mr Benson only scolds me for being late a few times throughout the beginning of the day as I load up my cart.

Mr Benson is a greying older gentleman who sits on a swivel stool all day, stacking piles of letters and papers, telling me where to take items next and smoking into an overflowing ashtray. I swear he never leaves that seat of his until it hits 5:30 on the dot!

He's not the worst boss I've ever had. No, Paul Borgess who I babysat for in Year 10, he gets that award.

I only have to put up with his bitter ramblings about the weather, the Jetts and the bosses for as long as it takes me to fill up my cart with mail to be delivered.

Then I get to leave him, usually still grumbling away as I exit, and I tootle up and down the building at my own pace handing out envelopes and packages as I go.

I especially enjoy visiting my favourites. I tend to linger longer at their desks for quick catch-ups or gossip sessions.

Mags is one such favourite. She has a slick blonde hair that's just as slick as her tongue. She works in the financing department on level 23 with a lot of hard ironed suits. The only noise in that block is the tapping of keyboards and the silent whirring of computers.

But Mags doesn't care as I lean against her cubical wall listening to her tell me about what her boyfriend Jeff did last night that had her rolling on the floor laughing.

Across from us, David clears his throat and we both turn our heads to gawk at him.

"What?" Mags spits out clearly annoyed.

"Shut up about Jeff already, we get it you're in love. The rest of us don't need to hear it." He rolls his eyes in exasperation.

"Well I wasn't talking to you, puff boy," she glares and I stifle a giggle. "Those numbers ain't gonna crunch themselves!" She rolls her eyes as he picks up his coffee mug and walks past us angrily.

"Oh, what a baby,"  she says.

"He may be as dull as a doorknob but I feel bad for him now," I chuckle slightly. Mags is so short-tempered and has such a bite when it comes to the male species it's a wonder she ever landed Jeff.

"Hey Barb, nice shoes!" She says casually to the woman passing us. As she disappears around the corner Mags turns back to me and makes a motion of fake vomiting into her trash can.

Okay maybe Mags just has a bite in general, I laugh to myself.

"You'll never guess what embarrassing thing happened to me in the lift this morning..." I say baiting her.

"Oh tell me please, I've got to hear this one!" She grabs the tea sitting on her desk ready to listen.

"Well, I was running late this morning because the stupid phone I dropped in the toilet a week ago has decided to stop my alarm from going off...
Anyway, I got in the lift this morning and noticed the guy in there with me totally looking at my ass!"

Mags splutters a little in her drink but I continue.

"But he looked like he was trying not to laugh or something so I looked back there and noticed I had a freaking sock, stuck to my butt! And this guy was so good looking and I went all red in the face. Oh, I must have had it stuck to me the whole way here!"

Mags is really laughing with me now at the whole situation.

"Wait back the truck up a minute. He was good looking?" She asks.

"Calvin Klein good looking!" I tell her grasping my face in horror.

"Oh god! Did he work here? I wanna see him!" Mags stands a little to glance around us. "Can't be any of these basic brown nosers," She mutters.

"No, I don't know. He was going to level 40 though," I say nonchalantly.

Apparently this is anything but nonchalant to Mags, she grips the handles of her chair, her mouth opens in shock.

"No!" She gasps.

"What?" I ask her worriedly.

"Did this good looking man happen to have on a ridiculously expensive suit and a magnificent beard?" She asks turning to her computer, opening up google and beginning to type something in.

"Yeah, why?" I murmur leaning over her shoulder.

"Is this him?" She asks pointing at an image on the screen of two men shaking hands.

One is older by a good 20 years and the other younger one is sporting the same well-groomed beard and has the same grey eyes as the man from the elevator. However his face is stern, his lips pressed into a firm line making it hard to tell.

The guy in the lift had a smile on his face practically the whole time trying to stifle his amusement.

"I mean, I guess it does," I say cocking my head to the side. "He's not smiling though."

"Oh my god! I can't believe you!" Mags swats me playfully on the arm. "That's the owner of the company you idiot!" She grinning from ear to ear.

What! I gasp and hang my head in my hands as I realise she's right and what I've just done sinks in.
That's Mr Daley! Of Daley Enterprises! Oh, I am an idiot...

I'd never met the CEO of the company before, Mr Benson was the only person who interviewed me for the job. And we never got any mail for the top floor so I'd never been up there to be able to see him.

"Oh god!" I sigh still hiding my face in my hands.

"Relax. It's not that bad," Mags says reassuringly. "I've never met the guy either so how would I know. In fact, I don't think many people down here in the cheap seats have seen him stalking about the halls either."

I finally look up at her, wondering why that is.

"You make him sound like Dracula, 'stalking' around the office." I let out a small laugh to lighten the mood.

"Apparently he is," She states. "Apparently, he never smiles and is always in a bad mood."

"Huh," I say slightly confused. Then why was he smirking at me the whole time?