ROMANTIC TAKEOVER (HIJACKED BY HIS CHINESE BOSS) (YiZhan Fanfic)

FINAL CHAPTER

Zhan rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe away the ache sitting behind them. Staring at a computer screen all day was not what he was used to at all. As Yibo's personal assistant, he had spent most of his time on his feet, running around the greater Beijing area doing errands. He had complained about it a lot when it was his job, but now he actually missed all the action.
Although not as much as he missed him.

Zhan shook his head. Nope. He couldn't do that to himself. Thinking about Yibo was a bad, bad idea.

He checked his phone. He didn't know why he insisted on looking at it so often. Even if he had called again - which he hadn't for over a week now - he wouldn't answer it anyway.

So why did the ceasing of his calls seem to bring about a second breaking of his barely taped together heart?

Zhan dropped his phone in his purse, then shoved it under his desk, and tried to focus again on his computer screen. He'd been working at the ad agency as a copywriter for almost two weeks, and it already sucked. Not only did it pay barely enough to cover his bills, but it was gruely boring - and he didn't even get his own cubicle, much less office.

He had a desk that was pushed right up against the desk of a coworker's - a young, gangly temp named Yu Bin who wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't been blowing his nose so freaking often.
Yes, it was definitely a starter job. Or more like temporary job, until he (hopefully) found another personal assistant job.

Too bad he wouldn't be able to list Yibo as a reference. If nothing had ever happened between them, he could have used him as confirmation of his impeccable personal assistant skills.

Now? Well who knew what he thought of him now...
Forget about it, Zhan, he chastised himself.
He got to work, focusing on a particularly boring paragraph of footnotes - although half of his mind was on the words and the other half was on his lunch break that would be occurring in approximately twenty minutes.

He would probably take the sandwich he'd packed himself and go to the little park around the corner. It was nice and shady there and there usually weren't too many weirdoes.

Let's see, he thought. 'In the circumstances of failure to provide sufficient'... blah, blah, blah.
He froze, his hands paralyzed above the keyboard. A sound had stopped him. A voice One all too familiar.
No, he had to have imagined it.

There was no way he had just heard Yibo's voice. He was imagining things because he missed him so much.

"Yes, Xiao Zhan."

That was him again. Xiao spun his swivel chair around, practically knocking over a potted plant in the process. His heart shot straight up through his chest and his throat and took off into the depths of the universe - an action of which he couldn't say was either bad or good. He was supposed to stay away from him. He had to.

Yet here he was, striding towards him across the open spaced office. He had dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn't been sleeping much, but he still stood out against everyone else, like there was something deep in him, bright like a diamond, that shone with every movement he made.

Now that he hadn't seen him for weeks, he could recognize this better than ever.
His dark eyes latched on to his and, try as hard as he might, he couldn't look away. He stopped just a few feet from his, him standing there like a towering god and him still sitting, like a human made just to worship him.

And then he remembered why he had left his life. Anger surged through his every limb, and he crossed his arms.

"How'd you find me?"

"It wasn't that difficult." He paused, and for a moment he just looked at him. He would not let him guard down.
He would not.

"You haven't been staying at your apartment," he said.