Thirty Dates

Chapter 4. Adam

Adam walked into his office in the morning ready to shatter everything which was in his sight, he grabbed the chair and pushed it with such force it flew right by his door nearly into his PA desk outside of his office. Leaving huge ugly crack on his glass door.

He took a deep breath and controlled his rage, not wanting to leave his whole office in deep mess, he marched out, walking to Tim's office.

"I need a scotch, plain" Adam sat down on Tim's extra soft white sofa and let it absorb him a little in that white fluff cloud.

"It's ten in the morning, it's too early even for you" Tim snorted working from his desk.

"Oh, that's nice. Since when you become a town crier"Adam snided.

"Since, now. Must say it's amazing telling people right time at the right moment" Tim replied lightly looking over Adam and his laptop.

Adam crossed his legs and rested his one hand on sofa and casually looking at his other hand, eyes on his watch, it was really ten in the morning and he was already loosing his shit.

Yesterday when Tim was going blastic over their tiny issue which was not tiny by any way he knew it now. He thought he could over come this matter over few calls.

So he made it, he didn't got pass through few calls even, every other agencies were killing his calls like flies dying left right on one summer day with hit sprays. He threw his phone which needs to be replaced in his office.

Then he took a night out and went through many of his so called friends who very kindly asked him to go fuck himself over his issue.

The last straw was the morning phone call he was anticipating so badly since last night, he had trillion hopes the answer would be a yes and he would get out of this situation, like he always does.

A new Rom-Com book has been floating around for an proper publishing house, all he can hear were good remarks, he asked his friend to return one of his favour by hooking this book for him.

And he got a answer for his favour, a no. A simple but big NO. The writer had issue with HM publishing, since she has been rejected twice for the same line of work in past experiences.

"I feel like I'm stuck in a loop, I can't talk anyone to write me a god damn cliche, chick, Rom-Com, romantic novel." Adam said in an acidic tone.

Tim stoped working and gave Adam his attention.

"When I made few calls last night, they didn't let me pass, later I went on three parties and I signed five new projects but no luck with lady luck romance" Adam said flatly.

As much as a disaster it was for them Tim was having his own moments, he was enjoying Adam's frustration to new level, not because he was being evil, only because Adam was finally acting normal, he was no longer running from his problems, in fact he was running directly towards it.

Romance, love, the idea of one single rose would choke Adam and that rose thrones would stab him.

"I will figure this out" Adam said pointedly, fire ablaze his in eyes.

"You better do it" Tim laughed at his dead serious expression, Adam's eyes twitched when he finally noticed how much fun Tim was having with his sad little worthless problem.

"Tim Hasting you will regret this laughter of yours, when I will publish New York's best seller for the years to come. You will regret this and I will forever rub it on you" Adam said roughly and slowly let all his anger and frustration dissolve because one thing that makes him more crazy than anything is mock challenge, he will fight tooth and nail and claw and whatever you through at him.

The only thing that motivates him in situation like this is to make impossible into possible. He had done it before he will do it now.

Getting back in his office he layed out a plan, but something was ticking him off, he researched and had a look with all his available options when his secretary send him a notification of today's appointments.

Adam roughly went through his day drill when Eva Martin name popped up, his mind sharpened at her name and he digged out her file.

Yes, he liked the way her pen stroked, she had an mind to write a mystery novel with beautiful plot, her writing was fresh, she could build one cheesy love story for him, it was not a big deal for a writer who can pull out a great story like this one.

Adam turned his chair back gazing the beautiful city an idea planted in his head, the more the idea was building in his stormy head the more he could feel stress taking its exit a slow smirk made his way after a day and nightmare.

Hours went by when his secretary Bella informed him about his waited appointment, Miss Martin was here.

He relaxed himself and started making a win win conversation for both, it went like this

"Hello Miss Martin, please to meet you"

"Mister Miller, honour is mine"

"I've got some wonderful news for you Miss Martin, I would really like to work with you on this upcoming project"

"Oh, really? This is my sheer luck, when can I begin working with you"

"The sooner the better, but all you had to do is drop your project for now and start working on a new one, I need you to write me a perfect romance"

"A romance? Of course, that wouldn't be a Hassel"

"So did I thought,a talented emerging writer like you can easily write a great love story"

"It's my pleasure, you had chosen me to work on something new, I would love to write a love story"

And then they would smile with a firm handshake, making easy arrangements for both the parties like wise. Until she walked right through his office.

Tall 5'9 with no high heels, slim in her white shirt he presumed with white collar with lose peach cardigan, her chestnut brown Wavey shinny hair open in their glory.

He liked what he saw, she was pretty, proper, but she wasn't dress to impress, not leaving a grand impression, Adam returned to his work, finishing his last line agreements.

He closed the document and his eyes met this strange lady's who goes with the name Eva Martin. She had clear green forest eyes, he couldn't remember seeing such dramatic and at the same time so clear shade before. He was lost for a moment or two.

He stood to level up with her and introduced himself, her unruly hair were framing her face beautifully, a straight small nose, with small pair of lips and proud chin. And no makeup, he did a double check just to sure of that.

Eva Martin could easily pass on her writing career and be a runway model in nano seconds, she was a beauty even in her simplicity.

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