Hook(er) Up - A Clexa Fic

Chapter 3- Stress and Relaxation

Nervous fingers kept tapping against the desk. The ideas being shared and disputed across the table heard almost nothing from Lexa today. In fact no one heard anything from Lexa all day. Her mouth was glued shut. And her mind... was elsewhere.

Suddenly the girl obsessed with keeping everything in check was a little less focused on keeping everything and everyone in line. And it scared Anya.

"Hey Lexa."

"Huh?" The brunette was interrupted from her thoughts.

"The meeting's over."

"Oh. Right. Yeah." She looked at the empty room before grabbing her papers and getting ready to head out.

"Lexa."

"Yes?"

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

"You just seemed a bit dazed today. I thought perhaps something happened?"

It was a nice gesture coming from the heart of the CEO's sister and co-founder of the company. However, Lexa took it as an interrogation and emmidetly responded with a fierce but subtle look that could shake anyone up.

"I assure you nothings wrong. I simply have other matters in my head."

The older sister gave her a small glance of concern before deciding that prying information out of Lexa was impossible anyways.

"Alright. Just know that if you want to talk I'm here. And don't overwork yourself."

"I can handle it Anya, thanks."

"For now you've been handling it. Because you're still young. But sooner than later the burnouts going to catch up to you. Maybe it already has-"

"I have been handling it and I will continue to do so." Lexa interrupted.

Anya simply responded with a sigh. "Just take care of yourself and live a little. I know how much this means to you. I know how hard it's been for you since mom and dad passed, and how you promised them you'd finish their dreams. But don't forget they wanted you to be happy too."

Anya nearly broke Lexa's walls down with the mention of her parents, but as if on que, they were interrupted by the assistant of the manager in the advertising department.

"Ms. Woods, sorry to interrupt but there's still a dispute over the funding for the next project and-"

And with that, Lexa's confident and stern character came back as she composed herself. Fixing up any wrinkles in her suit, and adjusting her tie, she turned towards the assistant and handed her the papers from the meeting.

"I'll be right there. In the meantime, please leave these on my desk."

Before the assistant could say a peep, she strutted out the door and towards the advertisement department.

"She really does everything on her own doesn't she?"

"Yes she does."

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Inside an otherwise empty elevator stood a girl dressed up way too much for a prostitute. A hot, blonde, prostitute with an incredible hourglass figure, a devilishly fervid smile, and glistening eyes that screamed seduction.

She stared at her phone rereading the awkward texts between the two girls from when she panicked about getting STD's. Lexa was ready to bail out and cancel, and the girl had to assure her that there was nothing to worry about.