Bloom [Completed]

Chapter Twentyfour

The next morning I woke up in a foggy haze. What time was it? I groped around the sheets and found my phone buried under my pillow. Great, it was dead. Luckily I still had that little red alarm clock that Oliver gifted me. Checking it now it read 8:45 am. I shot out of bed suddenly very awake. God, what a mess I am, I thought! 

But then thoughts of last night's conversation started popping into my mind as I was getting dressed.

"I wish my business degree was worth something more..." I confessed.

"You're young, Billie, you have such a smart brain. You have no idea how highly I think of your business opinion," He confessed back.

As I grabbed my keys and headed to the bus stop I smiled to myself. He had asked me to go to that meeting on his behalf. Clearly he trusted my opinion then, I just hadn't realised it. The thought made me blush a little. I needed to pay closer attention to his actions, they would give me more clues about how he's feeling. 

Finally, I got to work, only a little late but I still felt terrible. Mr. Benson gave me an annoyed gruff as I apologised and took the already over-flowing mail cart with me. At least I didn't have to sit there waiting for him to fill the first one, and I could go straight upstairs to tell Mags!

When I reached her desk she was hunched over the computer staring intently at something on the screen. I was so excited to tell her finally that I didn't care I was interrupting her work. I took a page straight out of the Mags handbook and blurted out, "Guess what?" as I rounded her desk.

"What?" She jumped a little at my sudden appearance. 

"You wanna know who I've secretly been dating?" I teased her, wiggling my eyebrows.

"OMG yes! Who is he?" She nearly screamed.

I glanced around nervously, "Not here," I almost whispered dropping my voice lower so she would get the hint that her enthusiasm was way too high. 

"Okay, come with me." She stood and grabbed my hand pulling me through the maze of office cubicles. 

She opened a door to a small room off to the side which had a small window looking out onto a brick wall. There were three chairs and a small desk haphazardly placed about the room. I assumed it was just an ill-used private meeting room. I guess you could call Mags and I's conversation a private meeting. 

"Spill your damn guts, Billie. I've been way too nice and patient lately." She hissed folding her arms across her chest.

"You have to swear not to spread it around," I warned her pointing my finger at her accusatorially.

She threw her hands up in defense, "I can't promise that!"

"You have to!" I insisted. "The only reason I couldn't tell you is that he wants to keep it private. He still does. And you'll understand why when you hear who it is..."

"Who?" Mags asked

"You swear?"

"You have my word. You're making me think you've been writing letters to a murderer in prison or something. Now, who is it?" She pressed.

"I have been seeing Oliver Daley... The CEO of the company." I finally said.

Her face lit up, "I knew it!" She squealed.

"You did not," I laughed.

"Well, I had my suspicions after all the elevator flirting, but honestly, Billie!"