I was under over my desk, putting the finishing touches on my office and dropped my plant that was supposed to go on my desk. I cursed and tried to sweep up the dirt with my hands. Why was I doing this and not my assistant you ask? Because she squealed everytime she touched something and it was giving me a headache so I gave her the rest of the day off.
I really hoped I didn't have to fire her.
Suddenly, I heard someone clear their throat and I jerked upwards, forgetting that I was under my desk. I hit it hard, moaning loudly. Deep chuckles could be heard and I looked for shoes and saw two pairs of men's leather shoes and a black pair of Converse. I slowly eased myself from my desk, holding my throbbing head and fighting tears.
My watery gaze was met with the amused faces of Mr.Burnsteens, the guy from the elevator and another guy I didn't recognize. He didn't look amused, more like annoyed. If I thought the guy from the elevator was hot, no disrespect to him, but he had nothing on Mr. Serious here. Light hair that was cut close to his head, chisled face and I could tell he was fit even in the crisp suit he was wearing and I could not, for the life of me, tell what color his eyes were. Green? Blue? Brown? I had the sudden urge to put my hands in each side of his face and stare into them- I shook my head and turned away. What the hell was wrong with me? Must be the concussion I most likely had. It was messing with my mind.
The guy from the elevator's cheerful expression quickly turned into one of shock when he recognized me and I gave him a smirk wincing when my head throbbed.
Mr. Burnsteens, completely oblivious introduced us.
"Cassandra Dalton meet your new superiors. Adam Billings and Wyatt Hathaway. I'll leave you three to get aquainted." Mr. Burnsteens backed out of my office, chuckling. I was reaching out to shake their hands, but those names brought me up short and I stared at these people with wide eyes. Remember that list that Marcus was number seventeen on? Most elible bachelors of the upper east side? Well I was staring at number one and two.
"You're Cassanda Dalton?" The guy from the elevator stared at me with mock suspicion. "You told me you were getting fired!" His southern accent was kind of refreshing.
"Did not." I smirked. "I just asked if you always tried to pick up girls who just lost their jobs in the elevator, I didn't say I was one."
That put a smile on his face. He grinned at me. "I think we are going to be great friends. I'm Wyatt." He put out his hand and I shook it. "It's nice to finally meet the genius that stole all our clients from us."
"We're one company now, so what's ours is yours." He couldn't have been too sad about it, he was drowning in money, according to Forbes. My eyes flickered towards the silent man beside Wyatt and I sent a smile. He didn't return it, he didn't even acknowledge it. Adam just looked over at Wyatt looking irritated. I couldn't believe he was being a jerk to my face. He was such a prick!
"Are we done here?" He asked and I noticed that just like Wyatt his spoke with a southern twang also. Wyatt blew out a breath and took a step back.
"I suppose." He looked towards me and winked. "I guess we really will be seeing each other around, huh darlin'?"
"Guess so." I cast another look towards Adam and saw him staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face. My cheeks heated and I turned away from him, smiling at Wyatt until they both disappeared from my office.
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Fate Has a Cruel Sense of Humor
Storie d'amoreCassandra Dalton had all her ducks in a row. She had a good job, great family and was getting married to one of most eligible bachelors in the upper east side. She was on top of the world. So she didn't believe it when they told her her sister was...
