Executively Devoted | CEO h.s.

22 | Titanium

Oh, would ya look at that...I'm back! I got this chapter done as quick as I can and I couldn't be any more proud of it.

"If you like it, tell everyone. If you don't, just lie."
(hehe)

Enjoy my precious rosy tulips! 🌷

♬ ✥*

Serenity.

"It's lovely to see you again, Serenity," Keon greeted, then gave me a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't professional, but I went along with it.

I took a seat in one of the chairs I'd sat in before, fiddling my hands with each other on my lap as I waited for him to speak. His assistant called me to see if I was free to come in today or a brief meeting. To his luck, I didn't have any plans, so I made my way to his firm in the early afternoon.

However, to my luck, it was pouring.

I loved Vancouver in the summertime, but I really loathed when it rain — then again, maybe it was because my mood wasn't exactly feeling that summer vibe.

A flowy lavender dress adorned my body, nude sandals on my feet, and my hair was pulled in a side ponytail. Of course, all of that just made everything worse. My dress was half soaked through, and the fabric almost glued to my legs; and what was once fluffy and smooth hair, it was now flat as it stuck onto my damp skin. Lastly, my favourite suede shoes were filthy from the wet mud that skidded onto the sidewalks.

It was great. Really.

There was one thing that could make my day even worse, and that was for my body to be flooded by dirty street water from a bus driving through the busy roads.

But even with that disaster, nothing could compare or help heal the aching feeling in my heart because of the man I loved.

I knew what I had to do, but I just needed a little courage to do so — and maybe talking to the man that Harry loathed would help.

"You as well," I spoke, watching as he took a seat in his leather office chair.

"It's really pouring out there, isn't it? You're all wet," Keon said with a slight smirk. If we were in a bar, I would've thrown my drink at him and walked out. But no, I was here on a professional reason, and nothing else.

"It's just a little drizzly out there. I forgot my umbrella," I replied with a straight face. "So, what was it that you wanted to speak to me about today? Is the reno not going well? From what I last checked, everything seemed right on track."

"No, no. It's nothing of that sort," he explained, clearing his throat. "To be honest, it isn't anything important. I just wanted to see if you were aware of the changes that Harry did. I got an email from his assistant saying that he will no longer be apart of this project. The money will now come from Urban Corp. under a Joelle Larson instead of him."

And that was my official confirmation. Milo was right.

"Yes, I'm aware. I do plan on stopping by the company to get a few things straightened out, though. It has nothing to do with the renovations," I said with a sly smile.

"That's good. I was just glad that he didn't switch firms. That wouldn't have been all that pleasant. It would be hard switching firms mid-reno. Overseeing things, and certain people, just make a day go by so much nicer — so much smoother," he hinted, "Like silky, decadent chocolate. Do you agree?"

Wow. Well, that was not smooth at all.

It was clear to me that Harry didn't like him, and I was beginning to understand why — the signs were evident. The way he didn't look me in the eyes when I walked in as his gaze was locked on my chest and trailed down my legs.