Be My Valentine || Michael Jackson (Completed)

Feb. 12 - Ghost From The Past (Part 1)

My head is throbbing and spinning. Today is a very hectic day at work. All these landscape designs and lists of ornamental plants are too much! Staring at them for too long makes it all uniform in my sight. There's no diversity at all.

I continued to sketch the design that's been in my head for hours now. Maximizing a limited space and working on the flower and design combinations are challenging me.

I need a break.

My creative juices and imagination are not working anymore.

"Lexie?" I heard someone knocked on my open door.

"Yes?" I glanced at the door and saw Kathryn. Of course. Who else?

"The boss is looking for you." She smiled.

"Oh." I said, dumbfounded. The stress is bothering me. "Why?"

"Not sure." She furrowed her eyebrows. "I think it's about the Mansion."

"Nowhere Street?"

"Yup!" She beamed.

"Okay..." I sighed and let out a faint smile.
"Thank you." I dismissed her and just like that, she's gone.

"Whatchu cooking for me..." I muttered to myself as I wonder why the boss wants to see me.

I put my final touches on my barely finished design before I fixed myself and marched my way towards our boss' office.

"You lookin' for me?" I smiled as I peeked through her open door.

"Yes! Come in. Have a seat, please." She smiled and gestured at me.

"I'm sorry this might sounded a bit rushed but I hope you understand." She started and my heart started to beat like hell.

"Oh. Am I fired?" I asked with wide eyes.

"What? No!" She chuckled and I did too.

Tricia is not your typical big boss. We're all friends here in this landscaping firm. So jokes are not prohibited.

She's a good friend.

"You got me worried for a second." I giggled.

"Ha!" She scoffed. "But..." She started in a serious tone and looked at me. "I wanted to talk to you about this project in Nowhere Street. Originally, I'll take care of it myself. I mean, I'll supervise it personally but I have an out of town meeting for a possible big client for our firm."

"You want me to take over?" I asked because I know how this conversation will lead us.

"If that's okay?" She smiled. "You're my best artist here and that project is pretty big. I mean, I met the owner, he's quite intimidating."

"He?" I arched my eyebrows. "Is he an old man?" I chuckled because based from the little information I know about the mansion so I can create a possible design, the mansion is like an old-fashioned palace.

"No. He's not." Tricia laughed as if I said something really silly. "I think he's sharing the same age with us."

"Really? And he got a mansion? Rich boy huh?" I said, amused.

"Yeah. And he's pretty handsome too." She winked at me.

"You're married." I glared at him.

"Of course, I know that." She chuckled.

"He's hot, sexy, and handsome but I'm not eyeing him for myself. I'm eyeing him for you." She pointed at me and let out an impossible laugh.

This is ridiculous.