Fairies are Pretty: Fairy Dust Series

Chapter 16: The Little Secret

When Dalais woke up, Dirac had already rushed to the office. He was left with cold sheets and an empty bed.

Hey

I had to rush off to an early meeting and didn't wanna wake you. Have I told you that you snore? Anyway, I really would have loved to have had breakfast with you. I won't be there for dinner either so don't wait up for me.

Yours Double Dee.

That was the note he found by the night stand when he woke up.

Dalais knew Dirac loved his cooking and it was a shame he was busy today. Atleast his lunches were often clear so Dalais planned to surprise him with a home-cooked meal.

After the morning work-outs, a quick shower and breakfast, Dalais disappeared to his office to dust off work quicker in order to start making lunch for Dirac.

Work was tiring and he was glad to have been done with it. He spend all noon preparing Dirac's favourites, fried rice, stir fry and grilled chicken.

He made him a fruit smoothie Dirac had grown to love (or pretended like he had done with the toast) and mango slices as snacks.

Dalais walked through Dirac's office building and was met by his receptionist.

He had only met Miranda Cutly once when she brought Dirac paperwork home but the woman was always fearful of everything it was astonishing she worked at the front desk.

Her big brown eyes were almost always dazed into mid-nothing as she travelled through her thoughts. Almost all the time she would run her hand down her brown locks, but today she took small sips from her sipper bottle, obviously not in this world.

"Miss Cutly." Dalais called out softly causing Miranda to drop the ice tea she was drinking on her lap.

"Shit!" She exclaimed softly before her eyes shot to Dalais. "Oh, Mr Euless. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

"It's quite all right Miranda, are you okay?"

"This happens more often than you'd think. I've got an overactive imagination you see, so sometimes I just wonder off in my mind and it causes me to totally disregard my surroundimg. It always ends up with me being spooked half to death."

"I understand." Dalais said, feeling awkward to have shown any concern. "Is Mr Dewitt in?"

"Oh yes." Miranda smiled warmly. "He was wrapping up to go for lunch."

"Okay, I know I don't have an appointment but I wanted to surprise him with lunch." Dalais raised up a bag filled with Tupperware. "Can you please direct me to his office?"

Miranda stared at him, seemingly lost in her thoughts again. She tapped her cute manicured chubby short fingers on her smooth chin, trying to organise her thoughts.

"Sure. Take the elevator to the 3rd floor. The first door to your right." She said mumbling under her breath. "I feel like I'm forgetting something." She said so softly that Dalais almost missed it.

"Thank you Miss Cutly." Dalais disregarded her and made his was to Dirac's office.

Dalais knocked at the door until he heard Dirac's very enthusiastic "Come through." His guess was that the receptionist had already let him in on his visit but the guess dashed when he was met by a very shocked Dirac.

"Dal." Dirac uttered almost breathless. "What are you doing here?"

Dirac's office was really big, like huge. It had a full lounge, a small bar and what looked like a private bathroom.

Dalais looked at the man in front of him, carrying a soccer ball under his arm, almost trying to hide it. Odd.

"I thought we could have lunch together." Dirac raised the bag. "You left without breakfast and after what happened last night I thought-"

Dalais was cut short when the door behind him burst open. A little figure flashed passed him, making his was to Dirac and enveloping the other man's thighs with his little arms.

"Dad." The little boy shrilled, knocking the air out of Dalais' lungs. Dad? "Look, I'm taller now." He mused enthusiastically, jumping around Dirac happily.

"Bruno! You just left me there." A woman shouted behind Dalais. "I know you're excited but who on earth did you expect to carry your backpack?"

The woman entered the still widely open door and stopped on her tracks when she met Dalais' very confused face. Dalais' face grew even more confused when the face that emerged from the door was one he very much recognized.

"C...ss...Celia?!" Was all that came out of Dalais. Then he looked at Dirac's desk and a photo frame sat there facing him. The photo in it was of the same boy now holding the soccer ball previously in Dirac's grip and bouncing it on the carpet.

Dalais didn't spare a moment as he turned back and ran towards the elevator, his bag full of food in his hand. He dropped it on Miranda's desk with a simple "Enjoy this Miss Cutly" and made his way towards the exit, never looking back.