Healing Melody (Very Slow Updates)

10. Emotional Carnage

After he basically ordered me to his office, for some unknown reason, my already abnormal heart rate scored a speed comparable to a bullet train's.

"Your- Your office?" I'd managed to force words out in my befuddled state.

"Yes, Gloria. My office. Lunch hour tomorrow. I'm a busy man if you've noticed." He curved a sexy brow up as a tiny smirk graced his sinful lips.

My desk stood between us but somehow, the heat emanating from his body had entwined around me like a vine, but instead of thorns that could prick, there were only wicked caresses meant to be enjoyed between lovers.

So I stood there-hot and flustered-and agreed to go to his office, to which he'd grinned widely before making his way out by himself, while I remained frozen in the same spot.

After a night of tossing and turning in bed, almost fucking up my therapy sessions this morning, and attempting to talk myself out of it a trillion times, I'm now staring up at a tall and impressive building located at Park Avenue after alighting an Uber car, since I didn't want to waste time searching for a parking space.

Dressed in a simple grey blouse and another one of my infamous black pencil skirts, I grip a paper bag in one hand.

I had to go through Malcolm's room to find a presentable paper bag because I can't very well place a thousand-dollar coat in a grocery shopping bag now can I?

Hitching my handbag higher on my shoulder, I stride to the entrance with anxiety and if I dare say, excitement, slithering up the insides of my chest.

I mean, I'm sure not everyone receives the golden chance to step into the space where Galan Craig clinches large business deals and crushes both measly and formidable competitors, right?

And to return a frickin' coat at that.

This would probably make the news but thankfully I remain unknown to entertainment world.

And I hope to keep it that way.

I push through Craig corporation's revolving doors to see an enormous lobby with high ceilings and large windows. Everything is either white or black-the colors incorporated perfectly to complement each other instead of making the place look dull.

The building has a turnstile system which only allows employees with their IDs to enter the passageway where the elevators are.

As it's lunch hour, many employees are exiting the building in groups. I walk up to the front desk and muster a cheery smile.

"Hi, is this Craig Corporation?"

What the fuck is wrong with you!?!

If the big ass sign saying 'Craig Corporation' at the entrance wasn't big enough, the one behind the desk is, right!?!

My smile wavers but the young man behind the desk doesn't ridicule me for my stupidity and only replicates my smile. "Yes, miss. What can I do for you?"

"Uhm." Shit, I never thought about what to say.

I don't even have Galan's number!

"Are you here to meet someone?" The young man proceeds to ask me and I nod a little too enthusiastically.

"Oh yes! Yes. I'm here to meet someone."

"Okay, can I get your name please? And who you're here to meet as well." He readies his fingers at his keyboard with an expectant look.

I tighten my fingers around the paper bag and try not to sound like I'm about to sit for my finals, "I'm here to see Mr. Craig and my name is-"

"Mr. Craig?" The question comes from the other person at the front desk.