Mr. Love Dream Date: Not an Idiot

Not an Idiot

It was an exhausting day at work. Everything has been hectic with deadlines, and several arguments with the collaborating company on the latest series they were shooting. She was almost drained of willpower, and after the tongue lashing she received from them, she was, at that moment of weakness, starting to doubt herself. Their words cut deep, deeper than they should with the fatigue she had accumulated with it. There was only one more task to do, and that was to give her scheduled report to Victor. MC was so ready to go home and rest. After finishing the paperwork she still had left that is.

Knocking at Victor's office, she heard his low voice call her inside.

"Here's our weekly report." She put on his desk as she sat down in front of his desk.

There was a moment of silence as Victor read the report. Her mind drifted to the terrible day she had. Was she really not fit to lead her company? A sigh took her out of her trance.

"Is this it?" His blank stare was enough to make the cracks in her composure break further open. "Are you truly an idiot who can't even make a better report?" He broke eye contact, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was unaware of MC struggling to keep her tears from overflowing.

It was no use. Her eyes were beginning to sting, her vision clouding until the first tear slid down her cheek. She looked at her hands on her lap, tightly clasped together trying to stop her tears from coming out. She felt so ashamed, crying in front of her boss. Maybe she really isn't cut out to lead her father's company. This only made her tears fall faster.

Victor sat with his eyes wide with shock. He never expected this reaction. She usually defended herself or explained herself with all the confidence she could muster. Had he taken it too far?

"I...I'm sorry." She managed to choke out. "I...it's been..." She was about to tell him how horrible the company working with her now are, but thought he would probably take it as an excuse.

"Been what?" Victor prompted. She shook her head.

He thought of all the possibilities as to why this confident woman broke down in tears.

"Is something wrong at work?"

She then breathed in deeply and exhaled a steadying breath. She slowly explained how the company they were collaborating with now has been unreasonably demanding. Explaining how they voiced out their opinion, rather colorfully, that she was unfit to be a leader.

"I'm sorry, I'm probably just really tired." She then promised him that she would do her best on her next report, saying with all the determination she possessed at the moment, which clearly wasn't much, that she will not disappoint him more than she already has.

He now understood. With everything she's been enduring, his words must have made her break. He felt guilt, but also felt anger at the company now collaborating with her. He'll deal with them later.

He tidied up the files on his desk and stood. He took her hand, pulling her gently up to stand. He wiped the stray tears still slowly falling from her eyes. They held each other's gaze for a few seconds before Victor wrapped an arm around her waist while the other guided her head to his shoulder.

"Don't let anyone tell you that you can't, because I know for a fact that you can." As he pulled her closer, she felt warmth spread through her body, calming her.

"You're not an idiot...No, not really. I'm sorry. I've seen what you could do. Always remember that I...I believe in you. Always."

"Come." He beckoned her. She asked where they were going, but didn't answer her as they walked out of his office. Calling Goldman, he told him to move the meeting he had scheduled to tomorrow.

"Get in." He said as he opened the door to the front passenger seat.

With a bit of hesitation, she slid in. They were enveloped by silence as Victor drove. It took them less than half an hour to arrive, but glancing towards the woman beside him, he saw that she had already fallen asleep. He could feel a tightening sensation in his heart as he realized what a horrible day she must have had to be so exhausted. Arriving, he slowly opened the door and carried her into the villa type house.

Entering, he set her down on a comfortably sized sofa. She moved ever so slightly in her sleep, getting comfortable on the soft cushions. He softly gazed upon the woman before him. How peaceful she looked in her sleep. He would make them dinner and let her have her rest. He shook his head a bit and went to the kitchen to start making dinner. Before he started though, he made a call.

"Goldman."

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After the call, he thought of what he could make to cheer her up. Thinking for a minute, he finally decided what to make. About an hour later, he heard a soft hello as he put the dishes on the dining table. He approached her, holding her hands.

"I'm at your house." She stated, smiling softly while still bleary-eyed from sleep.

He bit back a sarcastic retort and smiled. "Yes," He said. "You're just in time. I was about to see if you were awake."

"I woke up from the smell of food." She said in a teasing manner. He gave a deep chuckle and motioned for her to sit down as he pulled a chair. Your favorite dishes were laid beautifully upon the table, all smelling as mouthwatering as the other. He was amused with the awe-struck face she had as she looked at the food.

"You made all this for me?" Her eyes spoke volumes of how much she was touched by his effort. The tips of his ears reddened as he nodded.

They ate and spoke of trivial matters, enjoying the food and each other's company. Sometimes she would stop to appreciate the taste of the meal. Every time she complimented him, he would subtly blush at her words.

Finishing their meals, Victor stood.

"Dessert?"

"Could it be..." She gasped. Indeed it was. two small cups of the prized pudding were in Victor's hands. She couldn't help but moan at how delicious it was.

After dessert, Victor insisted on leaving the clean up to him. She frowned, it felt unfair and she wanted to at least help with the dishes. Avoiding an argument, Victor made a compromise of doing it together.

"Thank you, Victor. For everything." She smiled, as she placed the dried plate in the cupboard. She leaned towards him, kissing his cheek. He slightly gaped, but soon smiled.

"You're welcome."

Glancing at the time, she saw that it was already late.

"I should probably head home. I still have some work to finish. Revisions for the shoot tomorrow..." She trailed off and stood as she gave a resigned look.

"There's no need." He stood as well. "I called Goldman, he's sorted everything with the collaborating company. They won't be giving you any more trouble."

"But I..." The look on Victor's face made her stop. She sighed, a soft smile now on her face. "Thank you."

"Anyway, it's late. You can just stay for the night." She opened her mouth to protest but was once again silenced by the unrelenting look on Victor's face. All she could do was gently shake her head, the smile returning on her face. 

"Okay." She leaned towards him once more, and tenderly, their lips met.