Kaelynn's POV
"What catering company did you find best rated?"
"Carl's Treat. They have a five star rating and almost perfect reviews." I take in the words of my second, looking at the city from the fairly new building that is our Filipino branch of Garcia Global.
"Schedule a meeting with the owner. I want to discuss the arrangements myself." He arcs a brow but agrees nonetheless.
"You know you could just get someone to handle the arrangements." I smirk in response.
"But then it wouldn't be perfect according to my standards."
"Perfectionist ass."
"Hey, I'm your boss. I can still fire you. You know?"
"I dare you Lynn." I frown and turn away from Adrian. He always wins these arguments.
It's been eight years since that rollercoaster year. I ended up dropping the dance dream to study business and take over the company. As much as I hated my father, I couldn't just abandon the business. I tried handing the role to Adrian but he absolutely refused, so I made him right hand man instead. I let go of my passion for the company - I let go of a lot of things. Could never get back in contact with him.
Lucas and Seph are now steady. Won't be surprised if Lucas pops the question soon. Seph says he doesn't keep in contact with him that much.
"No. No. No. I refuse bitch. You are not gonna start sulking again when you just started getting better." Adrian has been there just like he always was, pulling me out of the hole I kept trying to bury myself in. He was the one that kept me sane when thoughts of him consumed my mind.
"What would I do without you Mendoza?"
"Lose your last bit of sanity that's what."
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"How could you be late for this?! And because of chocolate."
"Chocolate ice cream. Plus I'm the boss. What's he gonna do? Leave?" I will admit I'm a bit immature for someone who's supposed to be heading one of the biggest business franchises in the world. But why stress? Adrian already does enough stressing for six people.
That's how I enter the meeting room. A cup of chocolate ice cream in my hand, Adrian shooting a disapproving glare at my back and a sneeze building up.
"It's really you." The voice sounds awfully familiar. The same voice that echoes in my dreams at night.
"Yanyan?"
"In the flesh." He's matured over the span of eight years. His features are sharper, his body obviously more toned and apparently the owner of his own business.
"I told you I'd find you."
That sneeze comes out.
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A/N : And He's That Dancer has finally come to an end.
When I started this book, I swear I didn't expect it to get this much attention but it did and I'm so happy and thankful to all those who took the time to read random shit that popped into my head. I appreciate all of you, thank you.
Baiii. See y'all in the next book 👋
