Conflicted

Chapter 13

Ada Johnson's P. O. V

I sip on my drink, trying my hardest to think of what I should and shouldn't say. The whole context of this meeting somewhat eluding me as I try to figure out his reasoning. Does Gregory want me to tell him about myself? Or what plan I have to get Chrissy? To be honest I have none of the answers to any of those questions so this shows how screwed I am.

"So tell me about yourself." Greg says as he sinks further into the booth, his leg touching my foot under the table as I try my best to not awkwardly yank it away.

"Mr. Maxwell, is this going to be the interview I never had?" I tease, pointing to the fact how I didn't really have much an interview when I applied online to be an intern at his firm. Which of course I only now realised was his firm.

The smirk on Greg's face is instantaneous as he takes his arm off the back of the booth and instead places both elbows on the table, crossing his arms as he leans towards me, "Yeah. Something like that."

I smile back as I shrug my shoulders, sipping away further at my drink.

"What would you like to know?"

Gregory tilts his head in question as he ponders over what I'm assuming are a few questions here and there to ask me, "Well. Tell me about your childhood, education. How you know Eva. All that. That enough for you?" He jokes.

I bite my lip as I shake my head, knowing I'd have to go to something that people tread lightly over. Running away like I have the plague when they learn about what I tell them.

"Well I met Eva when we were in middle school. We become friends and stuck by one another's side since that day I guess. I became close to Eva's parents through her, obviously. Then I lived with Mr. And Mrs. Rodriguez for most of my middle school and high school years up and until I went to law school." I say lamely, taking a further sip of my drink.

I know it comes off as a nervous tick and that might be exactly what it is but I have to keep myself busy some way.

Greg has an inquisitive look on his face and before he opens his mouth, I know exactly what he's going to ask. The endless bracing I could do, not preparing myself or him for his reaction.

"What about your parents? They busy or something?" He says as he picks up his beer and takes a few gulps.

"I mean as busy as you can be being dead." I say in a humorous manner.

My words come at a poorly timed manner as Greg's blue eyes widen, the bottle of beer lowering as he starts coughing. My own eyes widen as he continues to choke on his beer. He turns his face away from me as he coughs into a fist. I stand up immediately rushing to his side as I lamely pat at his back, running a soothing hand here and there too. Motioning to a waitress for some water, I continue to pat his back as he slowly calms down. As soon as the water gets placed in front of us, I reach for it and coax drink to sip at it which he does so since he's calmed down.

"I have a really bad habit of making you choke." I let out grumpily, my hand still subconsciously rubbing his back.

"Not in the good way." He offhandedly comments. It takes a few seconds for his words to register but when it does, my face doesn't wait a second further as I blush.

I go to move, sitting back on my side of the booth but Greg grasps at my wrist, "You can sit here. I don't mind." He says it like it's an open request but by the way he doesn't let my hand go, I don't think I have much of an option. I sink into the soft cushioning of the booth as Greg slides up to give me enough space to sit comfortably without having to feel weird by sitting on one side of a booth.