His Secret [Completed]

Chapter Six

The knock at the apartment door woke Sophia from a disturbed sleep just before 8 am and she rolled out of her bed, slipping into her tattered converse to see who it was. The rest of her clothes were packed into a box so she pulled the sweatshirt Noah had given her to wear over her head. She didn't know why that was the only item of clothing she kept out of the packed cardboard boxes - with the exception of her work clothes.

The chain that was pulled across the door as a safety precaution only allowed Sophia a four centimetre gap to see who was outside. "Good Morning Miss Jenkins." Mr McKenzie stood outside holding a cardboard tray with two cups of coffee inside. "May I come in?"

"What are you doing here?" She asked, still not allowing him access.

"The door?" He repeated. Sophia quickly shut the door and removed the chain before opening it fully, and stepped to the side to let him in. The smell of coffee filled the air as Noah stepped past her into the room, making sure to touch her arm as he did. "I sent you a text."

"Oh."

"Did you not receive it?"

"My phone plays up sometimes," she shrugged and looked down at her feet, as she did she remembered she was still in her pyjamas and the sweatshirt she had been meaning to give back. "What are you doing here?" She asked again.

"I thought I'd give you a lift into work. That way we can load your things into my car and be rid of this awful place," he glanced around the apartment with a look of disgust and a shudder. Disappointment crossed her mind as she realised she had bigger expectations of her boss than possible for reality. He judged her and she knew it: he judged her way of living, her money situation and surely her choice of clothing at that moment. He told her to change into something more suitable for work and began carrying her five boxes down to his car. While she dressed and packed the rest of her essentials into a small travel bag, Noah worked quickly, stacking her boxes into the trunk of his car.

She didn't have many belongings and those that she did have were packed into small light boxes. A wave of concern hit him as he climbed the stairs back up to her apartment after loading the last box. His expensive tailored Armani suit looked odd in such a rundown building and it didn't go unnoticed by Sophia how he kept his hands tucked up into his sleeve to hide his Rolex when he walked out onto the street. Saying he felt uncomfortable would be an understatement: Noah felt out of place and for the first time in his life, he wished he was wearing cheaper, more affordable clothes so that he would fit in and not be stared at every two seconds by a complete stranger - although he knew that it would have been no use if he climbed into a sports car that was parked outside of the building, which many passers admired and photographed.

He marched into the apartment and walked down the long hall to one of the bedrooms to check he had every box. As he did, he collided with a flushed Sophia. "I was looking for you."

"Here I am," she replied with a hint of sarcasm and brushed past him. Sophia placed her keys onto the counter next to Jasmine's set and took one last look around the place that had been her home for the past year. With a finalised nod she and Noah left the apartment and shut the door behind them securely.

During the silent ride to the office, she couldn't help but wonder why the text from her boss hadn't delivered to her phone and she wanted to ask him, yet she didn't. He'd already helped her so much by offering to help her move out of the apartment, even though she had already told him she had nowhere to go. When they arrived at the office Sophia and Noah rode the elevator together, earning confused looks from other employees. She became aware of these looks and shuffled back and forth on her feet uncomfortably, whereas Noah didn't seem to be affected. He kept his eyes trained ahead and occasionally checked his phone.