BYE, APOLLO.
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I chose a pair of female slacks and a dress shirt, hoping it was good enough and not showing any signs of how much they cost, and paired them with a pair of sneakers I had for light exercis in the gym on the property. I looked in the mirror, and I looked more like some random female interning. I picked a bag to match and got on my way.
I had no choice but to drive my car. it was a flashy BMW, one of the latest models but I had no other means of getting to work and I had to leave early. I'd just park in the basement parking lot and hope I was unobserved.
I was determined to continue my internship, and if Apollo didn't like it,then he could go ahead and sign the divorce papers so I could finally leave the house and our marriage. This estate had beguiled me when I'd first seen it.
In the morning after my disastrous wedding night I'd come out to see the grounds. And I'd marveled that someone lived on such a huge beautiful property. I'd imagined how much it'd cost, maintaining just the grounds and it had been reinforced in my head, just how opulent the Delgados were.
I drove to work. Hoping I hadn't lost any little thing left of the skills I'd developed in highschool.
I swiped my identification card to open the heavy glass doors of Carver Tech. It’s still an hour before everyone will start trickling in, a diverse group of scientists, programmers, research assistants, and other support staff. Still, I’m probably an hour behind my supervisor.
I walked through the lobby, the lobby lights already on, indicating that people were already at work.There’s dawn light coming through the wall of glass on the eastern side of the building to guide me to the elevators. I swiped my card again and rode up to the fourth floor, which houses the support staff offices. The first floor comprises the lobby, cafeteria, and employee break room, which is outfitted with a variety of plush couches, TVs, arcade games, and nap rooms. Second and third floors are all research and development. Fourth floor houses administrative and support staff. The fifth floor is comprised of the executive offices, marketing, and additional conference rooms, including a huge board of directors’ hall with a custom-built table that seats thirty.
I'd seen all that on my first day at the company the day before.
Carvers is in the midst of a very busy tech center cause tech industries tend to cluster together in areas that are already known to be replete with talent, a plethora of venture capitalists, and elite research institutions that continually accept the brightest in the world, who, in turn, produce discoveries, patents, and technologies that can be commercialized.
Carver himself had had his own capital but had equally gotten funding from numerous business men who owned conglomerates interested in new technologies.
The lights were all on when I got out onto the fourth floor. I cut left off the elevator to head clockwise around the perimeter of the office space. The large office space where interns who were basically support staff would be at was on the fourth floor. I had to cut through and say hi to the lady who would walk us through all we needed to know in the period of six months. She had a whole team under her and some had said she was the companys backbone, doing almost as much as Miles Carver.
I came to Clara's office first. I'm of course not surprised to see the lights on showing she was already at work even before dawn fully came.
The door was open. When I stuck my head in to say good morning, I’m shocked not to see Clara.
Instead there's a man behind her desk, sipping on his coffee and reading something on the computer screen.
I knock on the open door before slowly stepping into the office and clearing my throat loudly just in case he still wasn't aware of my presence.
"Ummm....good morning. I was told to report to Clara first thing when I get here but it seems she's not—" I trailed off as the man raised his head, showing me a face I knew very wet. A face that was almost always on the news for one genius tech production or another.
I tried to calm my frantic heart as I turned to fully face him at the desk. Seeing him in person and in the flesh was even more of a shock than seeing him on the telly.
He was taller than I remembered from pictures I'd seen on the internet during my research. His dark hair much shorter, cropped close to his head. A plain white cotton T-shirt outlined his broad shoulders and leanly muscled arms.
He stood from the desk and approached me,his lips moving like he was saying something I couldn't comprehend.
I could see tattoos encircled one thick bicep and peeked from beneath the edge of his sleeve. He wore faded jeans and boots and an air of danger that made my pulse race.A day’s growth of stubble shadowed his jaw and outlined his sensuous mouth. Aqua-blue eyes, as deep as the Caribbean and just as intoxicating, stared back at me and my stomach hollowed out. He looked so decadently sexy.
A light flickered in his brilliant gaze and if I didn't know better, I'd think he was feeling some attraction to me too. I was stunned by my reaction to him. I don't remember feeling this way about a man ever before. I'd only briefly dated in school and then married Apollo. That marriage had been as passionless as if I'd been a house plant. No man had affected me on sight as much as him. Miles Carver. What was he doing in Clara's office?
He repeats himself again and I have to listen to his words.
"Clara is indisposed at the moment. I'll be handling the programs kickoff for the week at least, until she's able to return to work." His lips tipped up into a soft smile at me and I watched his eyes crinkle with the smile.
I shook my head. Maybe I hadn't heard right. He was going to be handled the internship program? Him? The CEO?
"Hey, don't look so shocked. I can definitely check on new talent myself despite being the founder, don't you think?"
I merely looked on. Suddenly worried about my ability to function properly I'm this man's presence.
This wasn't me. My reaction to him unnerved me greatly and I wanted to go somewhere else to gather my bearing.
I nodded my understanding and turned to leave the office, noticing the puzzled look on his face as I hurried out.
I couldn't believe I'd just met Miles Carver the man himself. And more importantly he'd be my supervisor for the foreseeable future.
It's just mindless attraction to a pretty face,I assured myself in the ladies room. No way I really felt anything for him. He was an attractive man,and that was all there was to it.
But as I left the restroom to return to my work station,I knew deep down that I'd felt something more than mindless attraction.
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