YOU WERE ALWAYS ALL I HAD

CHAPTER 004

Liesel's POV

As soon as we entered the conference room, there was no one there. During the time that I was setting up the table, Mr. Weidemann was standing at the front of the room and adjusting the projector for his presentation.

"Go and get my charts," she said. My memory failed me. Move quickly."

"Yes, sir."

Following my decision to make a brief visit to the restroom, I exited the room and went to the restroom. I combed my hair back into place once I had finished repairing my hair, which was a full, disheveled mess. Attempting to open the door while holding the charts in my arms, I battled with the doorknob until I was finally successful in doing so.

Every single set of eyes focused their attention on me.

Embarrassment caused my face to burn as I hurriedly placed the charts in their designated locations before taking the one unoccupied seat that was available, which was next to a man whom I had not noticed previously.

The presentation was started off by Mr. Weidemann. "Good afternoon, gentlemen—"

During the time that he was answering questions, I concentrated on his remarks and took thorough notes. Suddenly, the man who was standing next to me raised his hand. I did not sneak a look at him until that very moment.

Dark brown hair color. Eyes that are hazel. a prominent jawline. Brows that are thick.

There was a sense of merriment in his look, despite the fact that he exuded an aura of self-assurance. Getting into trouble.

"Mr. Weidemann, I have a question," he stated in response.

"Go ahead, Mr. Falk."

What is the name of the stunning woman that is seated next to me? "I have never before encountered her."

There was complete silence in the room. Mr. Weidemann gave him a stern look, but before he could proceed with his sentence, I responded by saying, "Good afternoon, sir." My new role is that of Mr. Weidemann's assistant. Thank you for the opportunity to meet you.

When he smiled, it was a gradual smile that spread. Is that the case? Have you been given a name, or am I free to call you mine?

The room was filled with gentle chuckles. I gave a courteous grin. "I introduce myself as Liesel Bauer. The exact same pick-up line was used on me by my boyfriend more than two years ago.

A further round of laughter broke out as the meeting came to a close, and the men started leaving the room in a descending order.

"Oh my heart! At the late age of two years." Mr. Falk let out a loud and dramatic sigh. Kindly refrain from addressing me as sir.' This is Matthias, my name. It is up to you to call me whatever you please; if you would like, you can even call me love or darling.

It was a wink.

I was amused and did a head shake. "I think I'll just stick with Matthias."

"Fair enough." While standing, he extended his hand to me. "Let's get a coffee."

"I'm already taken."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in stealing you. What precisely is the problem with making a new friend?

I was hesitant. The expression on Mr. Weidemann's face was indecipherable as he stood beside the entrance and watched us.

"May I ask, sir? Are there any more tasks that you require me to complete?

His eyes became shadowy. "Do whatever you want."

After turning on his heel, he walked away.

Matthias laughed heartily. That was quite a tense experience. Are you sure?"

I was only a few minutes away from the café on foot. During our time together over coffee, we discussed everything and nothing. He was charming, humorous, and really easy to chat to, which came as a complete surprise to me.

Leaning back in his chair, Matthias stated, "I have to admit, I wasn't expecting to have such a great conversation today." He was taken aback by the conversation. The majority of persons working in this sector are unduly rigid. The experience of meeting someone who still possesses a sense of humor is invigorating.

"Thank you. I do my best."

On the table, he slid a business card over the surface. "If you ever get tired of Weidemann Enterprises, you’re always welcome at Falk Industries."

A grin appeared on my face as I accepted the card. "I’ll keep that in mind."

We went our separate ways, and I went back to the office, where I approached Mr. Weidemann's door with a light knock.

As soon as I walked through the door, he appeared... enraged.

His gaze was fixed on me, so black that it was impossible to read. As he cautiously moved forward, I reflexively retreated until my back was against the wall. He continued to go forward. A blow from his fist blasted into the door that was next to my head.

I stipulated one rule for you. It is one. Don't flirt with anyone at any time. Now, what exactly did you do?

My eyes grew wider. "I wasn't trying to flirt! As a friend, he was just interested in getting to know me better.

Are you aware of what everyone will be thinking at this moment? Because of your attractiveness, I decided to hire you. That I have allowed the standards of my firm to fall to such a low level that I am recruiting helpers who are inefficient.

I took a deep breath. To be honest, I didn't consider it in that manner. No, I'm sorry."

He had his jaw clenched. "Nothing is improved by your apology," she said. If this occurs once more, you will be terminated. There is no debate. There are no exceptions."

My throat became swollen with a lump. "Understood."

Immediately, he hurled a stack of documents into my arms without uttering a single word. "These need to be done by noon tomorrow."

My heart sank to it. "By noon?"

Do I have a stutter? Make your way out of here and get to work.

Back at my workstation, I glanced at the avalanche of paperwork that was piled up. It took close to an hour to finish each of the twelve files, and there were exactly twelve of them. To my surprise, I had only completed five before I started to feel exhausted.

I had no other option. It would be necessary for me to bring them back home.

I entered Mr. Weidemann's office after knocking on his door and discovered that he was still working. The frame of his glasses was propped up on the bridge of his nose, and his normally immaculate hair was a tangle, most likely as a result of him continuously raking his fingers through it. He appeared to be strange. Not as much like a business machine and more like a human being.

I presented him with the five files that were finished. I have completed these up to this point. I'll take care of the remaining tasks at home. Is it okay if I go out for the night?

He did not even look up once. "You’re excused."

As I was about to depart, my phone started to ring.

"Excuse me, I need to take this."

He briefly looked in my direction. "Take it here."

"It’s personal."

"Doesn’t matter."

I was so frustrated that I decided to pick up the phone before it went to voicemail.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Liesel, it’s me—Markus."

Instantly, a charming smile appeared on my face. What's up, Markus? What's going on?"

As soon as I uttered his name, I received a sensation.

His gaze is fixed on me, Mr. Weidemann. Extremely intense. Remaining unmoved.

My shoulders were seized by him, and I turned around to face him. After that, he made a silent warning motion by pointing to his eyes, and then he made the same gesture and directed it toward me.

What exactly was the intended meaning of that?

The question is, what caused the chill to run down my spine?