Not Even His Assistant 2

Chapter Four

Chapter 4 - She's Better Off (Connor POV)

Greyson left my office, closing the door a lot more gently than I expected. I got up from where I was sitting on my desk, and walked around to sink into my seat. That really didn't go well.

It had been nearly three months, and she was still holding a grudge.

It was for the best, however. She obviously needed someone who could be there for her constantly. I wouldn't have been any good for her.

"I could've handled it better." I said under my breath. I wasn't expecting to see her, it caught me totally off guard that she'd even want to see me.

It had been a while since I'd seen those piercing green eyes of her. Her hair had been tied back, showing more of her face.

I shook my head. I shouldn't have been thinking about the situation with her. It had happened and was now in the past. If I had anything further to say to her, I would say it on Thanksgiving. For now, I still had a lot more work I needed to do.

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After work, Adam had invited me to drink with him. I agreed, only on the condition that we'd do it at my house, and not out at a club. He agreed.

"This is a Japanese scotch. Aged, very fragrant, very good." Adam handed me a dark brown bottle. It was round with a short stout. I untwisted the cap to smell its contents. It definitely smelled similar to scotch.

I poured myself and Adam a glass. He shouted something in Japanese, raising his glass to mine.

I didn't repeat whatever he said, but tapped my glass against his before sipping the drink.

We had gotten a little tipsy. I could tell I was slightly further gone than the alcoholic himself. He probably had two glasses more than I did and he was still just starting to feel the effects.

"You know, the facial hair is growing on me. A little unlike you, but it's nice. If my hair didn't grow in all patchy, I'd have a beard too." He said.

When he had first gotten back, he laughed at my new appearance. He was so lucky that he was my friend.

"It does age me." I said, running my hand through it. I was in the office so much that I couldn't find time to visit my stylist. I nearly shaved it off myself multiple times as it started to look like I wasn't practicing good hygiene. However, I kept holding off and then eventually it got to a point where Sam told me I looked great with it. Like a CEO. I decided to keep it.

I was sure when it started to get even longer, I would concede and finally get it shaved off.

I downed another glass. The tipsier I got, the easier the alcohol went down. And there went Adam, already pouring me another glass.

"You think you'd like to come back home?" I asked him, feeling my mind spin slightly.

"Yeah, you know what, I've actually been thinking about that. I've been there for how many months now? And I haven't learned a lick of Japanese." He said and I laughed. "There is something I did want to talk to you about..." He hesitated.

"You aren't getting a raise." I told him sternly, taking another drink and handing him back the empty glass. "No more. I'll fire you tomorrow if I'm hungover."

He chuckled lightly. "So hey, actually, I've been meaning to ask. What happened to your shadow. You still keep in touch with her?" Adam asked, referring to Greyson. Of course, the one day I see her in months has to be that very day that I have to keep thinking about her.