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"Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appe...
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The daily rush from the insistent morning brushed upon me, as my heels tapped promptly, nodding to some coworkers as I passed by. I'd seen their usual, dulling faces every morning, contrasting with my upbeat, perking expression. There was this silent strive to bring somewhat of a smile to their monotoned, indifferent faces, yet the only response gifted would be a nod, or a twitch of a smile. Thus, ruling my action obsolete.
Nevertheless, the previous night with Mr. Bradford had been quite unappealing, leaving room for nervous butterflies to trickle in my stomach. I didn't know our relationship at this point, or even how to behave around the man anymore. He had appeared so fed up with our previous encounters and I felt the awkwardness roll into our boss-employee relationship. It something I greatly dreaded, but knew would inevitably take its course.
So with a deep sigh, I trudged towards my small office, jiggling my keys against one another as I discerned the right one before moving it towards the door. But before I could unlock it, there were bright yellow sticky notes that caught my attention, placed in a cluster on my door with distinctable handwriting.
I hummed, glancing towards Mr. Bradford's office, knowing I couldn't see him but rolling my eyes anyways. He had strengthened the awkwardness, not even bothering to tell me everything he needed done. It was evident he would rather just trash the verbal communication that was once so strong.
With slight annoyance, I plucked all the notes off, unlocking my door and throwing all of them on my desk, running my hand through my curled hair. It was saddening, knowing the charming friendship we had before now vanished, though it wasn't merely my intentions at all.
I started on his notes: fixing his calendar, taking his calls, and writing some summaries for him. It was the generic day with the workload, and I knew I was going to finish in a matter of four hours. Therefore, when the time came, I printed out some of the sources he wanted along with the summaries.
Compiling them altogether, I held them in my arms, gazing down at the authors to make sure they were reliable. My attention turned to the summaries, as I knew I was nearing his office door, but I was completely divulged in the grammar making sure everything was correct.
So when I entered his office, I absent minded noted, "Mr. Bradford, I did the sources and summaries you wanted," My head picked up to immediately cause my eyes to widen. There seated with him was piercing blue eyes, having this stern gaze to his face. My breath hitched and I stood like a deer in headlights, traumatized. How is it with my luck I walk into my bosses office with the man my boss got MAD at me over?
"I-um-here they are," I hastily set them on his desk, seeing Westin's dark, vexing eyes glaring towards James then fluttering up to me with the same expression. But, with the best sweet voice I could muster, I inquired, "Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" My eyes never shifted over to James again, knowing it would probably cause some animosity anyways.
