Destined // zjm

nine

The lunch hour was over and I was back into my cabin. I plopped on my black leather chair comfortably even though the most uncomfortable thoughts were slithering through my mind at that moment of time.

After my conversation with Zayn he hasn't contacted me again and I had no idea when exactly was the meeting and what stuff he needed for it. Peeking into his cabin, I couldn't find a trace of him.

Nervousness pulsed through my veins like waves of rushing water in a stormy sea. The long wait made me antsy; and the worst thing was that nothing seemed to be in control, like always.

Sometimes It amazes me how easily I get confused or nervous. Its like a trait now, something that makes me who I am. Which worries me because I have always wanted to be a girl who was bold and confident, who wouldn't stutter or mess things up in a difficult situation and was always optimistic, unlike me.

The worst part about anticipating is that my pessimistic self comes out from the dark corner of my soul and scowls at me. Telling me that like always, nothing is going to be good because of my clumsiness.

My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the intercom. I answered it with lightening speed.

"Evelyn Cooper," With this little time of roughly five hours spent in this office, I have learnt how to sound professional.

"Eve, Mr. Malik is calling for you on the nineteenth floor." Brooklyn rushed with her words. "Be there immediately, walk straight and then take a left and you'll get the conference hall."

"Okay. " I took a deep intake of breath and then hung up.

He had told me that he'd need something but I haven't been informed about anything yet. Strange.

Pushing past people I made my way to the elevator which was stuck on the second floor. I waited for some time and then when it arrived got into it as quickly as possible. Fortunately, It didn't stop on any other floor other than the nineteenth floor.

I got out of the elevator and followed the directions Brooke gave me until I was standing right infront of what supposedly was the conference hall. But I had no idea of where Zayn was, though.

Few employees were pacing in and out of the conference hall, probably giving a final touch to the 'important' presentation. Because being as peculiar Zayn is he doesn't take shit from anyone.

There was only thing I was sure of, the clients still weren't here. If they were then there wouldn't be so much of a hassle about things.

"You should probably get to work, " A man with blond hair and honey brown eyes stood beside me. I don't know him, though.

"I haven't been informed of what to do yet." I say.

"It's because you never cared to know about it." He pursed his lips, as his hands slipped into his jeans pocket and vision got fixed on some rushing workers. I raised a brow at him, that's none of your business as to what I should be doing.

"You're the new one, aren't you?" He asked, his voice cold.

"Yes, and who are you?" I raised a brow at him.

I don't know who this dude is and nor do I want to, but all I know is that he's just plain rude.

"Me?" He let out a humourless laughter and his lips twitched into a wicked smile. After seconds, he opened his mouth to say something but we were interrupted by Brooke.

"Evelyn, here you are. I've been looking for you the whole time, " She gives me a look, not an angry one but a slightly vague but friendly look.

"Hello, Mr. Turner," She glanced at his face which held no signs of a smile or anything, just the same arrogant look.