Mr black with a touch of grey
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You can't make black till you mix a lot of dark colours or can you make it--
"Name?!"a bark was an understatement as I came back to reality staring at a tall dull frame far away with ankle to knee and dull eyes with no glimmer or emotion or story to te--
"Don't you speak English?!" He finally looked up from his desk now eyeing my black pencil skirt.
"P-p-p-Patricia J-jo-Johnson"shivers ran down my spine and a gust of wind flew past me before I noticed the tall frame that was once faraway from me was now only inches apart.
"Welcome to the millennium towers.You will be our company's new architect--don't disappoint."He started walking past me when he made a quick 360 and my knees almost gave out.
"You start tommorow at 9 sharp,no tardiness and my P.A. Angelina will email you the rest."
I shook my head and stood there in silence.
"You may leave." It was like a minute went by before I noticed that he had disappeared through a translucent glass door on the right of his desk.I walked toward it an--
"Miss Johnson you may leave now"Angelina escorted me out of his office before giving me a faint whisper.
"Mr Black doesn't appreciate nosiness so I suggest you don't go looking for answers that you don't have questions for".
She heal stretched down the hall swaying her hips in her tight office skirt and fitted shirt with a wide opening.
What does she mean by Mr black?
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poison - j.b.b
"What's your real name?" James asked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to glance at her. "Like my full name or...?" "No like your birth name. You've been called by three different names tonight so I'm just curious" Celia nodded, understanding. "Well my birth name is Celia but i much prefer to be called Lia or Lee." James was confused to why she would disregard such a beautiful name. "Why? I like Celia. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl" she tried to ignore the last part of his statement but couldn't help the blush rise onto her face. James must have noticed because a smirk began to creep on his. "My mom did too. She said i was a gift from god, that's why she called me Celia." He hummed, satisfied with her answer. "Heavenly." He spoke softly, almost a whisper. "Hmm?" She asked, unsure of what he meant. "Heavenly. Its the meaning of your name in Latin. I think maybe that's why its so beautiful. Though it also means 'blind one' I'm sure. Also fitting." Celia scoffed unsure of whether he was complimenting her or not. "And why would that be fitting?" She asked awaiting a response. "Because your so stupidly blind towards how gorgeous you are. All night you sat uncomfortably fidgeting with your dress and covered yourself with your arms. It was painful to watch. And yet although you can't see it, you caught the attention of every man in that room when you walked in." Celia sat in silence for a while. She had never been so flattered by a guy before. "That's surely not true. Even if they were looking in my direction they were probably staring at Natasha." James chuckled and shook his head. "What's so funny?" She asked cluelessly. "I should know Celia, i was one of them. You look amazing so take a compliment." He spoke with slight sarcasm.Zakończone
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