Sealed with a Kiss

Alignments (Vianna's P.O.V.)

Vianna's P.O.V

The receptionist introduced themselves to me as Sam. He showed me around the floor where I'd be working. What each floor of the building was designed for and who were the CEOs/owners of the firm and magazine. He also told me that every morning, I'd have an email with all the tasks that must get done that same day unless excused by Mr.Henson. Then he led me to the office I'd be occupying. Right next to Mr.Henson's office. When I entered the office, I noticed it was the same theme as the whole floor and Mr.Henson's office theme. Which made things look intimidating. The office was much smaller than Mr.Henson's office. I fell in love with it all. Sam told me the guidelines and showed me where the employee's resting room was. It looked so much more comfortable and welcoming than the other parts of the floor.

A WEEK LATER..

My nerves were killing me, I felt my chest beating quickly. Feeling extremely overwhelmed, which was always the start of a panic attack, I did not need that right now. I took deep breaths and tried not to overthink. These past few days at work was my chance to prove my compassion and how capable I am of getting this job done. My outfit today was a white collar shirt with well-fitted black dress pants.

I received a text from Mr.Henson.

Mr.Henson: Good morning Ms. Grant. Before coming to the office, would you be able to grab me an espresso with one spoon of sugar.

Me: Morning sir, yes sir I can

Every time Mr.Henson texts me it never helps my nerves. I made a stop at the small café near the firm. Ordering myself a green tea with honey, hoping it would relax me before heading towards the building. I took a deep breath, hopefully it could help with the stress I was feeling lately. As I walked towards Mr.Henson's office, his door swung open, making me bump into someone, causing some of the coffee to spill on me. Gasping, surprised, I shrieked, "shoot". Feeling the hot liquid burn like hell. Shaking it off my shirt to cool off the burning. I looked down and saw Helena looking up at me. Eyes full of tears. Ignoring the burning pain from the coffee.

Helena shuddered, " I... I'm so... so...sorry". I kneeled down. Her tears started to roll down her face. Sobbing, she continued to stutter, " I... I ru.. ruined yo.yo..your sh... shirt an... and sp..spilled the co..coffee o..o..on yo..u. I... I'm so..sorry". It looked like she was about to have a panic attack and I know those too well. Whipping her tears off her face, putting my hand under her chin, to move her face to my direction.

I gave her a small smile and calmly told her, "Hey, don't worry about it. Look I'm okay. We can get a new coffee and someone can come and clean the floor. Please don't cry". Trying to reassure her. "Take a deep breath. Then exhale, repeat it again. Think about something that makes you happy and feel safe", with that she calmed down. I gently gave her a soft kiss on her forehead, which made her giggle and stop crying. Looking up, I saw Mr.Henson smiling, leaning on his door frame. He gestured for us to go into the office. Helena grabbed my hand and gave me a similar smile to Mr.Henson. I looked around and there were a few people around trying to figure out what happened and whispering. Which made me feel uncomfortable and nervous. Mr.Henson sat down on one of the couches in his office. He kept smiling, we all took our seats. He looked at Helena sternly; she was still holding my hand and gave it a little squeeze.

"Ms.Grant, I am terribly sorry that your shirt is ruined. Let me get you another one." He generously asked

"It's okay, don't worry about it. I can cover it up with my sweater and it's just a shirt that I can just clean or throw away." Kindly refusing the offer. I look at Helena and she is still in an emotionally fragile

"Please, Ms.Grant. How can I make it up to you, for your outfit being ruined and burning yourself?" He offered again.

"Papa. How about taking Vianna to dinner?" Helena suggested happily. I was shocked and started to see the resemblance. Helena looked exactly like Mr.Henson. Except her dimples and her cute button nose.

"Helena, we have to make sure that it's something that Ms.Grant feels comfortable doing".

"Okay Papa". Helena said sadly. I felt terrible and I didn't want to see her so sad.

"I think that's a great idea, Helena. Only if you're there with me". Responding to her question. Helena squealed and did a small happy dance, which was adorable.

Ethan looked at Helena and me, "Sounds like a plan, how about tonight? A dinner reservation. I'll pick you up at six thirty. Since Helena has school tomorrow and needs to wake up early". Helena rolled her eyes, causing me to chuckle.

"I'll let you go home early today. So, you can change and prepare yourself."

"I will be back" Helena says as she sprints out the door.

"It's alright Mr.Henson, I'll just finish up the documents and finish up some errands and I'll be on my way. Also, I had no idea that Helena was your daughter." I said to Mr.Henson.

"You really did not know, huh". Ethan chuckled

"I'm serious. Any who I should be heading to get the things done so at least most of the things are completed"

"Sounds good" Mr.Henson said as I headed to my office. He makes me feel so nervous and cautious about everything I do and speak. Hoping I do not mess up this opportunity.