The Man She Married

05.

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Play It Cool

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°a week later

Antrell maps out his design on the computer, covering his mouth as he yawns. It's one in the afternoon and for the past week he's been working on this one project. For the last week he's kept to himself in the office while working. He hasn't talked to Sophia nor looked her way since that night at her apartment. It was messing him up but he couldn't admit that. He has a wife at home.

"Mr. Bryant, Mr. Rockwell and Mr. Simpson would like to see you in conference room b." Greg informs over the phone intercom.

"Now?" He questions confused.

"Yes." Greg replies.

"Okay, I'll be there shortly." Antrell sighs while opening the top drawer to his desk. He grabs the medicine  bottle and takes a pill. He didn't know what his boss could want to see him for, but he thought to go and see what's going on. Leaving his office, he travels down to the conference room. Through the window he can see the two gentleman and Sophia. When he enters the room, Sophia rolls her eyes and bounces her knee. She wasn't upset about being in room with him. She just knew what this was all about.

"There he is." Mr. Simpson sighs.

"How are you doing Mr. Rockwell, Mr. Simpson." Antrell greets, shaking their hands.

"Mr. Bryant, have a seat." Mr. Rockwell tells him.

"Yea, no problem." He says while slowly having a seat and keeping his attention forward. He folds his hands in front of him while sitting up. Mr. Simpson picks up the large envelope and opens it. Taking out the photos from the photographer he ordered, he places them on the table in front of the two.

"What is this?" Sophia questions while picking up a few pictures. Antrell says nothing while studying the photos. It's of him and Sophia outside of The Red Lion restaurant.

"It's pictures of you and Antrell from last week. It seems that you two are an item. You know-" Sophia cuts Mr. Simpson off.

"We're not together and we're not an item. He took me out to eat to congratulate me on the win with Mr. Jordan." Mr. Rockwell wasn't convinced. He stayed quiet as Antrell examined the pictures without saying a word. Mr. Simpson sighs while tucking his hands in his pockets.

"This isn't good for business, for employees to be romantically involved. You lose focus doing things like this. If things go sour, you'll end up calling out of work and we'll lose money." Mr. Simpson argues. Sophia rolls her eyes while shaking her head.

"It was just dinner nothing more." She informs. Antrell sits the pictures down and catches the attention of the gentleman. He knew he had to say something or it would look somewhat suspicious.

"It was only dinner." He simply says and shrugs.

"I find it hard to believe that it was just dinner. Our private investigator followed you two to your apartment Sophia. Antrell wasn't seen leaving your apartment for about fifteen minutes." Mr. Simpson says. Sophia scoffs while shaking her head.

"Why am I not surprised." She mumbles to herself.

"Why were you up there so long?" Mr. Simpson questions Antrell while narrowing his eyebrows. He felt that it wasn't any of their business. Although, he knew he couldn't show he was upset. He wasn't a man that handled business in a short manner, and he damn sure didn't have to tell him what they were doing. At this point, he had to pull himself together and set things straight.