To Love Irrevocably [18+]

Chapter Seventeen

Thursday had been no better. Amy avoided me our entire shift, even going as far as to skip our daily lunch hangouts. Instead, she headed out with some other people from the office. Because of that, I helped myself to some complimentary snacks from the break room and got ahead on some work.

Now, Friday, I expect nothing from anyone. Chandler has a full day of meetings and these are ones he's allowing me to accompany. Ten o'clock poses for a meeting with a potential investor, not that No No Technologies needs them. But I guess it's cool for the company to have a liaison with another big company.

Eleven is when there will be a videoconference with a smaller company. One who Chandler invests in. It'll be short and quick before we head out to a lunch meeting. The last several hours of the day will just be me working through codes and programs, testing those out. It's one productive day and I don't have time to worry about what Amy has going on. Even if I want to dwell on it, even if my dwelling is inevitable.

The only thing I have to look forward to is my date with Seren. After I hung up on her on Wednesday, she kind of ripped me a new one yesterday.

"Don't ever hang up in my face again, Sutton."

Those words still make me feel so guilty. She didn't speak them with anger, but with a calmness like she was scolding me. It's not like I heard disappointment or annoyance, but I could feel it. I'm almost sure I'm imagining it, but still. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did.

"What we aren't going to do is ignore our feelings and let it fester into something more. Talking, communication, is key, no matter how cliche the damn term is. You have something wrong, you talk about it. Do you understand?"

I squeaked out a yes then and there. This woman who I barely know has the power to bring me to my knees. I mean, most people do, but I want to get on my knees for her. There's nothing I want more than to worship her.

Someone clears their throat, and it doesn't take a genius to know it's Chandler Novak. The man stands with his hands shoved in his pocket and his stance calm and relaxed. "Meeting starts soon. Let's head to the conference room."

Nodding, I struggle to my feet and grab my things for note taking. I didn't have to set up presentations this time, but that doesn't mean I can just sit and slack. One of the things Mister Novak likes me to do is jot down anything noteworthy, such as phrases that sound odd or plans of action. Then he goes over them. Not only that, but I now record every meeting.

Makes me feel like I'm back in college.

***

I drop on my desk chair with a small huff. My stomach is full from the lunch we just left. The place was too fancy for me, but since I didn't have to pay, I allowed myself to enjoy some expensive ravioli. Didn't taste as good as Chef Boyardee, but it passed.

A small stack of papers is all I have left for game testing. Seeing it, I grow happy because of the fact that I'm almost done and I've never been this caught up. For once, a smile grows on my face out of sheer happiness. This is what gets me going. Seeing a light at the end of the tunnel, even for something so small.