HER TYPE OF GUY (Complete) Rated 13

part 5

She climbed into the elevator while she pressed her phone; just as it was about to close.
"Wait, sorry." A hand stopped it from closing and the owner of that hand entered.
She just nodded and unconsciously removed the hair from her face by tucking it at the back of her ear.
"Christian, you can do this. There is a first time for everything." He said breathlessly before the elevator closed. He inhaled just as the rush of the elevator started and slowly it went down.
Cassie only smiled at the situation.
When it stopped; he clenched his fist and exhaled; the elevator opened.
"See you didn't die." Cassie said as she got off, smiling.
There was a first time for everyone; the first time, she got on an elevator; she felt like she was on a vibrating surface and her heart pumped faster; when it finally stopped; she was the happiest. Her cousin laughed at her; even in the middle of the ride; she was smiling, happy at least, she got to get in to an elevator.
She smiled at some persons she saw.
"Cassie!" Someone called her name.
She stopped and turned back. Susan; her brother's colleague was walking towards her; long legs; dark eyes and awesome personality.
"Susan, hi."
Susan hugged her briefly.
"Is my brother in his office?"
She looked at her but only sadly; Cassie didn't understand the purpose of her face.
"He is in his office, but not that way."
"Was he promoted?"
Susan just turned her to the direction she just came from; and they both walked there.
Her brother had been demoted; for reasons; Susan suggests Dylan tell her himself. He worked as a clerk now; close to Susan's desk, sorting out papers and receiving phone calls. Actually about twenty percent of employees were laid off; the other thirty were demoted and the remaining fifty were shared at the upper floor.
Susan pats her back and returned to her desk; a room of tapping computers; hoarse voices, pile of papers and tired looking men and women. Susan was taking a cup of water when she saw her at the parking lot.
Cassandra watched her elder brother; go through letters and papers, she watched as he typed vigorously on the keyboard; making the sounds of tap-tap on the keyboard. This was what he was going to do to support his family; her dad own a school; he had retired from teaching; he just managed it while he left the principal do the running around; her mom taught in that school; while she supervises the work of the teachers.
She had just finished masters; no job yet. They didn't need money but when they wanted to get something; should Dylan caught off his hand and sell it for money. She needed to help.
The telephone on Dylan's table rang.
"Hello; Winton and Cistern. How can I help you?
At the same time, he pressed the keys hard on the delicate keyboard; it was probably because they were not operating normally.
"Yes.....no.........I'm sorry.......this is.......madam........please, listen to me...........call the front desk.........should I give you a number? Hello."
He sighed.
He hardly gets angry at anything; he was always frustrated. She sometimes wondered how he could come back home and not be so exhausted. He didn't even have a love life; she understood why; there was no time for that either.
He sighed, stopped typing and bowed his head. He put his hand on his head.
The room suddenly grew quiet and there was murmuring.
"Who is she?"
"She is pretty."
Dylan raised his head slowly to tame that headache that was beginning to suffice.
Cassie smiled boldly at the one she came to see; it wasn't every where she walked in; she was give all the attention like this and she could make quite an entrance and it was worth it if it put a smile on their faces especially Dylan's.
She stopped one meter from him.
"Mr. Angelo?"
Dylan looked at his sister; is she kidding? "Yes?"
The first thing he loved doing with Cassie was role playing.
He sometimes; wondered why she didn't become an actress; she would have been great.
He looked at his colleagues; their eyes were glue looking at him like a television.
"Do you have time?"
For Cassie, he had time. He smiled. "Yes."
"What do you need?" He continued.
"Do you want to talk.....here?" She asked as she looked round.
He looked round. "Is it that important?" He asked as he lean back on his chair. "I am pretty busy right now."
"It is about Us."
He almost laughed. "Us?"
"Yes, Us........should I begin, do you really want to talk here?" Cassie raised her voice.
He stood up and walked out from his desk, looked at her. "Come with me."
She walked out with him but before she excused herself; she heard someone say: "Dylan is dating that babe; I don't believe it."
When they went outside and began walking down the stairs.
"Us?" He asked and looked at her.
She smiled. "Not like that but Us."
"Cassie, what is it?" He had a tired expression on and he scratched his head.
"I miss you." She said as she rested on the railing.
He looked at her.
"Really, I miss you." She said again as it sounded genuine and for real this time.
He then smiled. "I have been busy." He said as he stood beside her.
'When did this happen?" She asked him.
He looked at her; he didn't have to ask how she found out; he saw Susan go out earlier; she was supposed to get a cup of water for him and he saw her entered the room and not less than five minutes his sister entered; was it just pure coincidence that Cassie happen to be walking in the parking lot when Susan saw her or she might have called her here, but why? And Susan wasn't that kind of person. So, it was the former.
"Last week Monday; the company was cutting staffs and having depreciation in stocks. So, this the only job they can give me for now but if I feel like the job is downgrading my value; I should quit. That was what the managers told us; after they laid off some people.
She looked at him; the job; was not what he should be doing. Millions of interest, billions of careers but less employment for the beginners to even start; they could not sack those who have worked for more than twenty years just to hire new people.
"I agree with him; quit."
"You think the world is your world; it is not yours to own. You think because you quit, means you can come back when your first three-year project is not profitable, you think you can quit and come back because the job is waiting for you? No job sits laying around waiting for anyone; it is either you remain in or out. That what my crazy manager preached into our ears on Friday morning; when he heard rumor of K.J resigning." He said and smiled before he turned to the transparent glass facing the road.
He said exactly what she thought and there was no way he could start a business without any kind of fund; how could he source of loans from same family and friends which things were hard for, how can he source for fund from the bank with no collateral or tangible promise?
"So, what do you do?" She asked even though they both knew what he should do.
He shrugged. "Do I have a choice than stay in Winton and Cistern for few more years....."
"Working as a clerk?" She finished for him.
"Could be worse." He was smiling; at least they didn't fire him.
She sighed and then remembered she brought something for him. "I brought these for you........I didn't think it was going to be a full room."
He collected it. "That is very thoughtful of you, Cass. Thank you." He opened the bag; there was a flask; a bottle of water and some fruits and then he noticed a brown enveloped. He brought out, about to open it with his other hand but Cassandra snatched it from his hand.
"What is that?"
She looked at it. "My resumè. I thought you could help me but......no worries." She ended with a smile.
He looked at her apologetically. "I'm sorry, but I am going to ask around, though."
She gently touched his shoulder. "It is okay, Dylan."
"Cassie."
"Hmm?" She answered immediately, her hands dropped from him.
"You can't tell our parents."
She looked at him; wanted to ask why. Immediately she changed her mind; they would be worried and they'd suggest, he could teach in a more appropriate, ventilated place until he gets a job.
"I'm happy for Emily. Finally, settling down." He smiled.
"Yes, she is extremely happy."
"And you?" He asked smiling; he knew what she was going to say. Not ready.
"And you?" She said and smiled. They were both not ready.
They both laughed.
He checked his watch. "Cassie, I need to go."
She just nodded.
"I will see you later, then."
She nodded her head.
As she walked down the flight of stairs; and got to the ground floor; she opened the door and unintentionally hit someone at the back of his head.
She paused at her tracks; the guy held his head in his hand and the door kept moving, until she was okay from the shock before she opened the door wider and came out.
"Sorry." She said immediately she came out.
"Sorry? You wanted to break my f**king my head?!" He raised his voice before turning to look at her.
"I'm sorry." She repeated again.
Then he gently turned; his hand dropped from his head when he saw her.
She paused. Same guy she met in the elevator.
He scoffed and smiled. "I didn't die."
She gave a small smile. Awkward!
"Hi, I'm Christian Atlantis." He said with an outstretched arm.
She slowly took his hand. "Cassandra."
"Nice name, pretty hand and gorgeous face. You are beautiful." He said at once.
Right, thank you? "Thank you." She said instead what she was thinking.
She looked at his head. Shouldn't he worry about his head more? "Maybe we should go to the hospital."
"It's fine, Cassandra. It doesn't hurt."
"Really?"
"Let's do this, if you are so worried, why don't you come with me for lunch; your treat. I didn't eat anything this morning; I think my head is turning too much. So I need food to feel refreshed and reboot. Maybe then I will go to the hospital, have them do a scan and give me some drugs. You know it isn't health wise to take drugs on an empty stomach."
She looked at the spatter. Such a cunning and malicious way to get a girl to go on a date with him. She sighed and nodded anything to free her conscience right now.
"Okay."
He smiled and allowed her to lead the way.
She turned back to look at him. "Are you sure you are okay?"
He nodded his head and smiled like he had hit the jack pot.