My Ex-Husband is the CEO?

Chapter 2

Fiona's POV:

     The next day was stuffy, well, technically speaking, busy. I had to get Cody coffee, Fit in files, write letters, arrange meetings, etc. I knew what he wanted; I'd done this a million times before, years ago. 

     Recently, Cody has been looking at me funny. Pretty sure he's onto me. He would never find out anyways. 

     "Vivienne," Cody calls. It takes me a second to remember that was my 'name'. 

     "Yes, sir?" I ask. Cody slips me a piece of paper.

     "Get some information on Fiona Harman -- I mean Johnson. Fiona Johnson." I nod, and take the paper, walking to my desk. Why the frick does he want info on me? Hadn't he hurt me enough? I scream to myself. But I don't say anything, and type in my name, hiding my feelings. There was an old picture of me; light orange hair, and the green eyes. 

     There wasn't much about me, only that I was the divorced wife of Cody Harman, and that I hadn't been seen or heard of for 5 years. Go figure. I frowned, wrote down all the info on the back of the paper Cody gave me, as if I didn't know about myself, and gave the paper back to Cody.

     "Here. I searched up on Fiona Johnson, and this is what I got. It's not a lot, but that was all I could find." I say. He frowns, sighs, and nods. 

     "I figured so," he smiles at me. "Well, you did your best. You can have the rest of the afternoon off." I look at him weirdly, but just accepts it.

     "Thank you, sir." I say. I grab my bags, and walk out of the building. I cross the street, towards my favorite bubble tea shop. I ordered my usual, a green tea mocha with boba in it, and made my way towards a table, when I suddenly bump into someone.

     "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" A male voice cries out. I look up. He has chocolate brown hair, and hazel eyes that are staring at me, worried. A blush starts to form on my cheeks, and I hurry to pick up my now spilled drink.

     "No, it's fine," I reply. "I should be the one who's apologizing. Here, I'll buy you a new one." I start to head to the desk, but he stops me.

     "No, I'll buy you a drink." He smiles, and orders my favorite drink. I smile as he hands it to me, the blush getting deeper if possible. We sit down, and start to chat. I've never felt this way in a long time. Of course. Love. I notice his cheeks beginning to redden as well. 

      "Here's my contact if you want to call or text me," he says, handing me a number written on a card. Ethan Morrington. Pretty sure I've heard that name somewhere, but I can't pinpoint exactly where. "Meet here tomorrow?" I smile.

     "I wouldn't mind for sure." I answer.