Commence XII

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The radio was a great distraction. I was pretending to listen to the morning talk show hosts, but I was secretly looking at Bryson out of the corner of my eye. I felt myself getting excited everywhere on my body so I crossed my legs to stop fidgeting. This morning he fulfilled his promise and picked me up at exactly 7:30 am. I felt more confident today since I had two extra hours to get ready. I was also impressed at how pristine he looked.

Today he wore one of his gray suits with a pair of black dress shoes. Although his face currently displayed no emotion, he naturally looked like a male model. I also noticed that he got a haircut and his beard was neatly trimmed. I began to shift around in my seat and I took a long deep breath to calm myself. I was avoiding sex but my mind was having endless possibilities about him. Bryson flashed me a curious glance then he averted his eyes back to the road.

I felt my cheeks heat up so I turned away and faced towards the window. The drive only took a few more minutes before we pulled up to the office. To my surprise, two valet drivers ran over to us so they could park his car. One of the drivers opened my door and took my hand to escort me out. I grabbed my purse then smoothed out my dress so I looked presentable.

"You ready for the best day ever?" Bryson asked with a hint of amusement lacing his voice.

I gulped and nodded my head in agreement feeling nervous. Bryson grabbed onto my lower back as he guided me into the office building. I wasn't sure why he was so close to me, but I was loving every second of it. The lobby of the building looked exactly the same, except now Halloween decorations were added.

My eyes widened in shock when I saw Trina and her two other friends sitting on one of the sofas while gossiping about someone in the office. They immediately stopped talking when they saw me walk in with Bryson. I inwardly smiled when I saw them gape in shock and whisper amongst themselves. I decided to ignore them so I looked forward and continued to walk toward the elevators.

Bryson pressed the number six and I felt my heart rate begin to pick up. I couldn't believe that I was back in the old office building that started it all. I also couldn't help but feel anxious since I would be working for the man that I was attracted to. The elevator doors opened to his floor and I honestly forgot how unique and beautiful it was. Bryson guided me towards the left and I was shocked at how large this floor actually was.

There were four different departments altogether, excluding Bryson's personal office in the back. The front of the office had the Finance and HR departments. And towards the back of the office was Bryson's office. Lastly, there was the Marketing/Media department, along with the Real Estate and IT department.

Bryson explained to me that he decided to make his own real estate department since he no longer wanted any partnerships with the Huggins family. After pointing out the different offices, he showed me to my designated office and told me that one of the ladies would show me around. He made a sudden departure when the receptionist paged for him over the intercom announcing that he had a meeting in ten minutes.

After he left, I began to examine both offices. I wasn't surprised to see that the offices were nicely decorated and also very spacious. The IT employees had their own separate office that was filled with high-tech computers and desks. The Real Estate office had the same setup, except the computers weren't as high tech and the computer room was slightly smaller. There were a total of five desks in the office, but only one other desk was being occupied. I decided to take the desk in the back that had nothing on it. I unpacked my things and got situated before I booted up the computer and waited for instructions.

"Hello, you must be Courtney! My name is Kelsea. It's a pleasure to officially welcome you to Greshino industries or finances if we're being technical." A tall and slender woman with blonde hair greeted me.

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