CEO's Cat Lady [Complete]

Chapter 4

To Amy's disappointment, part of the preparations for the upcoming presentation was to work with Chris. Chris was their junior financial analyst, and as such, would be needed to show the potential investor of the future gains of his company once he decided to invest in theirs. However, the matter of the new sister company was still kept secret to him (they planned to reveal it during the presentation itself), and all he knew was that this investment would be for the main brand of their publishing house.

Because Chris was very much cooperative with the reorientation training that he and his group were subjected to, he was released from suspension in just two days. The director immediately assigned him to work with her. Amy must admit that she felt uncomfortable about it, but she had no time to spare thinking about the awkwardness when there was this presentation needed to be completed.

As for Chris, he seemed to have gotten the memo from last time and he made no mention about the subject matter again. Amy could sense some awkwardness coming from him, but like her, he was acting professional about it. It just seemed like the guy made some special effort not to be too close with her the whole time they working together. Amy didn't know if she should feel offended or what, but she tried to think nothing of it.

"Let's take a dinner break first. I ordered Chinese takeout from the restaurant across the street. It's going to be delivered here anytime now," Amy addressed Chris as she got up from her seat and stretched her back.

Chris stopped typing and stared at her for a while she stretched, and hastily answered. "Ah… Uhmm… Okay. I'm starved anyway."

"Right." Amy then took off her blazer as she felt that it was weighing a bit down on her, leaving her in her long-sleeved polo that was tucked under her high-waist A-line mini skirt.

That was when her secretary spoke on the intercom that their delivery was already there. She walked towards the door quite so quickly that she hit the table and toppled the pens to the floor and she had no choice but to pick them back up.

"Chris, can you please open the door? I will just pick up these pens," Amy said as she bent down to the floor.

Chris stood up right away to the direction of the floor. "Yes, Ma'am," he said as he passed by her.

She was picking up the last pens when Chris came in with the delivery by who was holding their food. She stood up and placed the pens back on the table to face them so that she could pay the delivery boy. After eating, they could probably work for an hour more before they go home at 8 PM. They were working overtime for the past two days and Amy was actually thankful that it had gone smoothly.

Amy walked towards Chris who was carrying the food when the delivery boy finally left. Chris had a look of discomfort in his face as he glanced down at her (which she merely ignored).

"Here is yours," Amy told him as she handed his share, his hand brushing on her own.

"U-uhmm… Thanks." Chris said as he looked down while he held the plastic bag containing his food.

Amy then turned around to go back to her seat. "Let's eat so that we could go home early."

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"He's making his move now, and I'm afraid your Aunt also has her own agenda. What's your next plan?" A darkened shadow spoke through the small slit of the door.

"I'll wait for now. If I make a hasty move, he might get wind of it." Arthur said in his usual emotionless voice. If one didn't know him personally, they wouldn't notice the slightest bit of worry in the quiet man's countenance.

"No matter what happens, that man should never ever get to your sister." There was an edge of warning coming from the direction of the darkened shadow.

"I'd make sure of it," the younger man said with finality.

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"So see you tomorrow," Amy told Chris as they stood outside the building where they just exited. It was already nine in the evening and they were finally going home after the overtime.

"Yeah, tomorrow." Chris responded as he glanced down at her.

Amy then turned around after giving a short wave as a goodbye when she was suddenly stopped by Chris calling her.

"Wait, Ms. Amy! Where do you live?" At the look of confusion at Amy's face, he amended, "I-I mean… I could take you home. It's already late and it's not good for a lone woman to go home at this hour."

Amy creased her forehead as she answered seriously. "No worries. I can take care of myself." Her face relaxed. "You take care when you're going home."

"Ah… Is that so? It won't be a problem for me to take you home first, but… I suppose you're right." Chris smiled briefly at his lady boss. "Take care on your way home too, Ms. Amy."

The HR Head did not reply and just nodded at the tall man. She then turned around and disappeared into the night as Chris was left watching the woman's back until it was completely banished from his sight.

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Chris was cursing himself when he finally got home. What the hell was happening to him? Like for real? It seemed that he developed some kind of hypersensitivity towards his boss after the gone s****l, gone wrong company outing last week. And to make matters worse, he even had to work closely with the woman.

Like for example, earlier, when Ms. Amy took off her blazer and stretched in front of him… his eyes had treacherously traced the lines of her petite body, from her long, creamy neck down to the flat stomach and gentle contour of her torso. She had small breasts, but they looked so soft when they were plastered for a little while against her thin polo. And then she had to bend down to pick up the fallen pens from the floor, which had Chris needing to force away his sight from that peachy bottom that was inadvertently displayed to him.

He never really noticed Ms. Amy before. She was the silent type, and even her beauty was quiet, always upstaged by her overwhelming serious demeanor. However, if one actually paid more attention, they could see that the HR Head could actually qualify as cute or pretty, if not arrestingly beautiful right away. Chris himself had always been attracted to girls who have more womanly attributes: big busts, big butts, and shapely hips. Girls like these were attracted to his rugged looks too (he used to play soccer in college) that belied a thoughtful and sensible personality.

But still… he being suddenly hyperaware of his boss posed a problem. He had to get rid of this! His weakened knees prompted him to sit on the chair in front of his work table, where he promptly slammed his head on his desk. He honestly felt like drinking bleach right now. As he did though, the top drawer opened, revealing something in his half-shut eyes.

He remembered it now; this was where he hid Ms. Amy's bra, a left-over from the time he accidentally ended up beside his boss in bed. His hand shaking, he gingerly picked up the black lace and held it up to his face. It was so soft… reminding him of his boss' curves earlier… and when she got close to him as she handed him his dinner, he remembered the scent that wafted into his nostrils. It was of floral notes, but he couldn't quite place it.

Chris was not aware of his next move, but he suddenly found himself burying his nose into the tiny garment and trying to inhale Ms. Amy left-over scent, and he was pleasantly surprised because the same scent he smelled earlier was still undeniably present in it even though it had been days since he placed inside his damp drawer.

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Amy opened the door to her apartment, expecting her sphynx cat to be waiting by the door by that time. When she did, she was right: the only catch was that the cat's back was turned away from her because he was busy watching some interesting spider on the wall.

"Hey, Beerus! Mommy's here!" She desperately called its attention, to which her cat merely responded by throwing a disinterested glance in her direction before it returned to watching the wall. Amy did not take offense though, because even if her cat ignored her at first, later at bedtime, he would surely come up to her for cuddles.

Shaking her head with so much amusement from her adorably devilish kitty (she was used to the treatment), she went straight to the phone so that she could replay whatever message left there during the whole time she was gone. True enough, one very important one came up.

"Amy, I need you to come to the mansion next Saturday. We have something very important to discuss," the dry voice succinctly intoned.

She waited for more to follow, but none came. Typical of him, she thought. She sighed tiredly to herself. It seemed that she had no choice after all.