Always In A Million Years

10

Hera McQueen

"Miss McQueen there is a call for you, they say it's urgent," Tristan said from the intercom. I furrowed my brows, all my dear ones could reach out to my private number during any kind of emergency.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Miss Megan Marshall and Miss Alexia Deighton, they say, you know them." He informed.

"Yes, patch them in."

Soon I heard their voices, they both were talking at the same time. "Ladies?" I interrupt their rant, "Speak one at a time. Tell me where is the fire?"

"On my ass." Megan said, "It's Thursday already, Lexi and I couldn't decide a dress to wear on the fundraiser."

"I had already chosen my dress, it's you who is fussing about the dress being tight." Lexi sigh from the other side. There was a knock on my door and saw Max, Zachary's assistant standing on the door. I nodded my head to come in. I put the call on mute, I know they will keep on bickering.

"Yes, Max?"

"Good morning, Miss McQueen!" He greeted and extended a blue file. "Mr. Deighton had sent this file for you and requested you to go through it. If you got any concern, give him a call."

I took the file and saw a familiar court logo. "Alright, I will go through it and get back to you soon." I said while placing the file on an urgent section.

"Good day, Miss." He said and walked out of the room. I un-mute the call and heard them still bickering, but now the topic was something else. How did they get here, you would never know.

"How could you be so sure that he will win the election? True he got the support from all other candidates who were participating in the race. Didn't you saw what happened last time? Everyone I know was rooting for her, yet he won. I would say, expect the unexpected." Alexia said.

"Exactly, expect the unexpected. What happened last time may not repeat this time." Megan argued, "These dirty politics need to be controlled, I don't want to raise my children in this environment where they hear it and find nothing wrong with it."

"I agree with you, Meg." I said, "We all want a better future for our children. We couldn't predict the result and assume that everything will get undo, dirty and politics are synonyms. But what we could do is to teach our children to do the right thing and raise voice for it. So that in the future, we could hope that what this generation could or couldn't do, there is still someone in the future who would."

"But I don't want to be the failure in front of my kids' eyes, Hera." Meg said. It breaks my heart to see how well aware we are about the situation, yet we are miles away in making it work right.

"This could be a long talk. We should talk about it when we meet." I suggested, "Why not we focus on your shopping crisis for now."

"Yes! My tummy has grown a few centimeters from last time when I send my measurement for the dress." Meg sigh. "And I love this dress."

"Meg, you should know that you are going to get back to your shape after the baby is born. Keep the dress if you like it that much. And I will send you the address of my designer, she designs some maternal dresses for such functions, you can look up there. Would that work with you?" I asked.

"Oh, Thank god! You are truly a goddess." Meg exclaimed.

"Haha! I will give her the heads up about your visit." I said. We then gave our adieu, before hanging up.

I asked Tristan to do the above task, as I resume back to my work. After drafting the case and mailing it to the client, I picked up Zachary's file. 

According to the file, Deighton Company is looking for a merger of their chain of restaurants with the Kushner Company. It is a horizontal bond as Kushner's are also from the same industry.  

I picked up the phone and rang the Zachary office, within two rings, I heard his secretary, Simone's answer. "Zachary Deighton office. How may I help you?"

"Hello Simone, This is Hera McQueen. Could I talk to Zachary right now?" I asked.

"Hello Miss McQueen, I'm sorry, but sir is in a meeting right now. I will let him know you called as soon as he gets back from the meeting. Do you want me to jot down your message?" she replied. We hang up after she wrote down the message.

I send the case to the paralegal department to collect information on both the restaurants as much as they could before getting access to the Deighton file. It took them some time to mail me the information. I opened the folder and skim through it.

"I got your message."

I look up from the computer screen and saw Zachary, in his signature three-piece suit, standing at the door.

"I didn't know the reply would be through your presence." I said. He laughed and took a seat at one of the visiting chairs in front of the desk.

"I prefer discussing the matter in person." He replied, "Did you have your lunch?"

I looked up the clock and saw it was already ten past two. I shook my head, "I lost the track of time, I will get someone to send lunch. Did you have your?" I asked.

"No." He replied, "Let's go and grab some lunch. We could discuss the case over it. What do you say?" He stood up from his seat and extended his hand. I checked on my schedule and saw there is no meeting on the list. I took his hand and walked out of the office. "Tristan, I'm going to grab some lunch, could you please hold my calls." I called out as we pass his desk.

"Will do, Miss. McQueen." He replied with a secretive smile. I raised my brow at him, but he ducked his head back to the computer screen.

Zach and I made our way outside the building, where I saw Zach's driver holding the passenger door. "I thought we are having lunch at a nearby restaurant." I voiced my thought.

"I was planning to take you to one of my restaurants outside downtown, but if you want we can have it from the opposite diner." He replied.

"Oh? You don't have to do that. I'm sure you must be having a tight schedule." I said.

"But I want to." He replied and looked into my eyes as if trying to communicate something through them, even when he looked confused. Then I felt his hand on my body, he had taken hold of my waist and brought me closer to him. We must be centimeters apart, but there was some unknown yet familiar connection that I always feel whenever around him. I wonder if he feels the same.

"Okay!" I don't know why I whispered, but it seems to affect him, as his eyes dilated and his finger tighten their hold on my waist. He nodded and slipped his hand in mine, before walking down the stairs to his car. His driver greeted us with the same secretive smile that Tristan gave us.

'What the hell is going on? Am I reading too much of nothing.' I shook my head and slide inside the car.

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I DESERVE A FUCKING AWARD! Two chapters in a row??

*Excuse my melodrama*

**IMPORTANT POINT**

In the above chapter as you must have got an idea of what the ladies were talking about. And I'm also aware the elections are in 100 days from now. I would request you all who live in the United States to please register yourself and vote. We all could vary with our viewpoints regarding this, and I respect that. 

But,

VOTE for who you support. It is your right as a citizen.  

Love

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