Seeing In Colour (On hold)

Chapter Two

Clifford's Point of View

I've taken Mr. Valentino to a public restroom to hide.

"They won't find us here." I panted out, trying to catch my breath.

"Did you get hurt sir? Please, let me check if you have any scratches on your face."

I lean my head closer to the uneasy looking expression of his, examining his face.

Why did he suddenly turn red? Is it a fever perhaps?

I reach my hand out towards his forehead in attempt to check his temperature.

When my hand was about inches away from touching his forehead, he pushed it away as if I appeared to be a threat to him.

"Don't touch me." He said coldly, both of us were silent for a brief second.

"Sorry, I was just checking whether you had a fever or not, you were looking awfully red. Just following the Director's orders." I sincerely apologised and bowed to him. I must've startled him.

He brushed the imaginary dust off of his suit as he cleared his throat, "It's fine, you don't have to do that."

I subconsciously stared at him while he was adjusting his tie, only then did I really notice how much more attractive he was in person. I didn't try to acknowledge his appearance, maybe because he rubbed off as spoiled brat during the interview.

How weird...

Hah, so I guess he's smart enough to make use of his face.

With a blink of an eye, I realized that he was no longer in front of me.

I quickly turned to see him approaching the exit. He stopped while holding the door knob, his grip lingering on it but not turning.

"Guess Uncle wasn't wrong about you. You've impressed me so don't try and disappoint me now shorty." He mocked.
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Did he just..? Sigh, children these days I swear...
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Why do I have to work for him?