Eighteen
240 Words
Clay walks by the window, separating her from the free height of over a hundred floors, atop skyscrapers and busy streets, yet she now feels oddly at peace at this height. Gone are her initial fear of heights and of broken glasses, the enthralled part of her has taken over, as it tends to do.
She raises her arm, touches the pristine glass with the palmar surface of her hand, as she tries to look more below.
"Shouldn't you be at work tonight, Ms. Cassidy?" deep, raspy voice speaks next to her. By now, just by the sound of his voice, Clay already knew who it was before she even turned to the intruder.
"It's my day off," she replies nonchalantly, deeply offended being called jumpy the first time around. She doesn't want to seem unnerved with the presence of someone egocentric. Clay adds, smiling yet obviously unhappy, "why do I keep bumping into you?"
Alexander falls silent for a moment, before speaking with an eyebrow raised, "I'd like to ask the same."
"Are you following me?" he fixes his suit, "I mean, it's not the first time girls have followed me around."
Is he fu-king serious- Like hell I would!
"Get over yourself," she bites, "even if I am that kind of girl, boss..."
"Which I am not to be clear," she continues, not backing down with eyes on his, "after what I have seen? I don't think so."
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