Why Are You So Cute
1171 Words
Mirabel's POV
I woke up when I heard someone barge into my room.
Oh, my annoying brother again.
"How many times will I tell you never to barge into my apartment like that, Fred?" I shouted angrily.
And to be honest, I was really mad. God gave him ears, but he never listens.
What kind of problem had I gotten myself into? Because of one person, I was already starting to get a headache this early in the morning.
"I'm sorry, big sis, but I can't help it," he said, putting on a puppy-dog face one I was always trying to get used to, but I couldn't help falling for his charms every time.
"I'll take back the spare key I gave you if you don't stop barging in like that!" I shouted as I got up from bed.
To my surprise, it was already 7 a.m.
"What the f**k?" I gasped, and Fred chuckled.
"Won't you thank me? You know if it wasn't for me, you'd still be sleeping, and I know you'd be late for work. So, professional as I am, I know when to show up. I timed it perfectly. What did you think?" he said, with so much confidence that I couldn't help but laugh at his behavior. But he was indirectly right, I had to admit I was sure I'd still be in bed, only God knows for how long.
"Just get out of my sight. I don't know when you'll ever stop flattering yourself," I said, rolling my eyes as I headed to the bedroom to get ready for work. I got dressed and checked myself in the mirror.
Today, I didn't tie up my hair I just let it fall over my shoulders.
I applied a little makeup so I could look good, though I was already beautiful, no doubt.
My outfit was quite comfortable a blue shirt, a black skirt, and my black high heels.
I grabbed my handbag and phone and dialed George's number. He picked up immediately.
"George," I said, and I heard him chuckle.
"Missing me that much? I'm at the door," he said.
I could just imagine his face at that moment. He loved to tease it was practically his hobby.
I went to open the door. Fred was already glued to his phone only God knew what he was doing on it.
I opened the door to find a handsome guy standing there, smiling.
He really was handsome, I had to admit. He had jet-black hair that lay softly across his forehead, long thick eyelashes, and warm brown eyes. Everything about him looked good. His body was well-built he was tall, not extremely tall, but just the right height. His frame was solid, with a muscular chest and no trace of fat, unlike Fred.
The only thing left was to tie his hair and maybe cover up his chest, and he could pass for a girl. I still remembered, from our old childhood memories, how Fred would always cry whenever my mom and I called him a girl. Even now, he still hates it when anyone calls him "my cute little baby" or "my baby girl." So funny.
I looked over at George, who was giving me a "Can you move out of the way?" look. That's when I realized I'd spent more than a minute checking him out. So embarrassing. I sighed and stepped aside to let him in.
"Seems I'm so handsome that someone can't take their eyes off me," he teased, and I rolled my eyes. I guess teasing runs in his blood.
Fred's eyes lit up the moment he saw George.
"Big buddy!" he said, standing up to hug him. George smiled and ruffled his hair. "How are you, my cute little ba"
Fred immediately broke the hug, shooting George an annoyed glare as George chuckled.
"Yeah, you look so cute, Fred," I teased too, and we both laughed at his reaction.
His face was already flustered. He always looked like that whenever he got angry, or whenever someone called him cute or a pretty baby.
He stormed out of the apartment, annoyed.
"You really need to stop calling him that, George," I said, and we both left my apartment.
By the time we reached the company, it was already ten minutes to eight. I quickly headed to my department and started the day's work.
After a while, I felt my stomach grumble. That's when I realized I'd rushed through the morning without eating anything. I glanced over at Queen and Becky they were still busy, so I went over to their desks to remind them it was time for lunch, since they didn't seem to notice.
"Aren't you guys going out for lunch?" I asked.
"I was actually too busy to check the time," Queen said, smiling.
As we headed to the cafeteria, we saw Ken and his friends already seated at a table, so we got our food and joined them.
"Hi, Mira," Ken said with a bright smile. I smiled back and said, "Hi."
"You look pretty today," he whispered to me. I laughed awkwardly. "Is it just today?" I teased.
"No, always," he said with a grin.
"Well, you don't look bad either," I whispered back as I dug into my food. Oh my gosh, I was so hungry.
After we finished eating, we chatted for a while before heading back to our departments.
When I got back, I started working on a design for a new project we were taking on.
Once I finished the new design, I copied it onto a device and headed to my department head so he could review it and make any corrections.
As I showed him, he seemed quite impressed. His expression softened into a smile as he copied the design onto his laptop so he could print a hard copy.
"I think this is exactly what we need. By the way, we'll have to make a few changes, but I think it's quite different from anything I've seen before. Well done, Mrs. Steve. If you keep this up, you might just find a soft spot in the CEO's heart he values talent. And maybe you'll even get promoted," he said, handing the device back to me.
"I'm really proud of you. I know the boss will like it. Keep it up, Mrs. Steve," he added, smiling at me before turning back to his work.
I guessed he was in his early forties, judging by his looks. I smiled, feeling satisfied at least my hard work hadn't been in vain. I went back to my office.
Just then, I remembered he'd mentioned the CEO. If that man wasn't our boss, I'd have been genuinely happy about doing something good for the company. But I was sure he wouldn't even acknowledge the hard work we were putting into this project.
"Ha! So arrogant," I muttered under my breath, remembering his comment. Homeless? Huh. I sighed, feeling annoyed, and went back to continue my work.
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