Taming The Lockwood

Twenty Five

um. 😳👀

ok long story short, i logged out of wattpad and forgot this book existed then came back and um, people are still reading it?????
i had to re-read the book all over again (which needs editing HEAVILY) but here goes. you can also thank my friend (j) for reminding me and motivating/guilt-tripping me into writing some moree.
for anyone who has forgotten: Nora has moved out of her shared office space with Gabriel, much to his annoyance, as their 'relationship' may be deemed unprofessional. She is now working in a new department under different management (Becca).
if you can't remember anything at all, i don't blame you cause i forgot it all myself 😭
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"Wow, he really has been hiding your talents away, hasn't he?" Becca remarks, surveying the pile of completed reports I had managed to churn out within the hours leading up to our lunch break.

Hiding my bashful smile behind the curtain of hair framing my face, I begin to protest, "They may need editing..."

"Oh! Don't be so modest! I'm sure you're more than competent, especially since he's been keeping you to himself for so long. You know. I've heard lots about you." She teases back, lifting the reports and cradling them to her chest.

Heard about me????? Did they already know??

"Me?!" I squeak out, a tint of redness colouring my cheeks.

Becca cocks an eyebrow questioningly and nods, "Yeah, heard about you and that meeting about the Eden project. Normally I hate people who step out of line, but the way you slayed," Her index finger moves across her throat in a movement that copies one of slicing a neck, "Vanessa, I'd be sinning if I scolded you." At last, she's interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by a man in a black suit, holding a large bouquet of red roses in his right, gloved hand.

"A Miss Evans?"

Becca looks over at me inquisitively and I furrow my brows, "That would be me."

With a quick nod of his head, he places the bouquet on my desk then retreats, "A delivery for you, ma'am."

"I think you're mistaken! I didn't order those." I frown. My eyes dart over to the roses, to Becca, my phone and back to the man at the door.

Shrugging, he offers me a smile, "Probably your lover. Now I must be off." He's gone before I can request further details and the only thing lingering is the lovely scent of roses warming the air.

Becca smirks from besides me, grants me a suggestive wink, declaring, "Roses, hm? Romantic." She turns on the balls of her feet, bouncing away just as speedily.

After a moment or so of regaining my composure, I look over at the roses then my phone, perplexed. When I'd made up the fake flowers this morning to Gabriel, I was merely jesting, but somehow I'd conjured it into existence.

Well then.

Attached to the bouquet is a cream coloured card, written in a neat sprawl:

Nora, I hope you've recovered well and truly from the other night. I came to visit, but you were away and your phone's disconnected. How about another date? Yours truly,
Noah x

Noah? Since all these recent revelations, my mind was too preoccupied with everything else to remember how I'd ditched him at the charity event. To my defence, I was ill enough to be deemed senseless, but I hadn't remembered receiving his messages.

I glance over at my phone again and frown, dismayed. My lock screen was bare, signalling my lack of notifications and with it, my lack of a social life.