Stay With Her |COMPLETE

3•|Josie’s Pov

Meet her

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Looking up the storied building I began to admire my grandfather a lot more. The man had worked so hard for this dream, his legacy would never die.

Tucking away my hands in my pant pockets I went through the glass doors. My eyes admiring each inch of the building as my feet carried me to elevator, grandfather had out done the tiny building that first stood here.

Stepping onto the last floor of the building I began greeting back each face that did, most of which where familiar. My eyes scanned the doors for his it wasn’t so long that I came across the jackpot.

Walking up to the door my thoughts kept playing in a loop, why did he want to meet here in stead of at his home. Brought my knuckles to the grey door knocking as soft as I could, I heard his cheerily voice from the other side giving me permission to enter.

Not even three steps into the room he embraced me in a big soft bear hug, hugged him back of course. Breaking up our hug my grandfather walked back to his seat. “That right there is the girl.” he spoke pointing towards my direction, looking back to who he was talking a lady was seat on the chair in front of him.

I took my seat right beside he when my grandfather gestured for me come over. He smiled at me, he did like smiling but he did it a lot when he had a mischievous plan up his sleeves.

Narrowing my eyes at him, he took his attention else where, looking my outfit up and down the man spoke. “You look great.” I always did sir.

Imaginary raising my head up high I leaned back against the chair. “Oh you know the usual, just started showering.” I joked.

Both of the people in the room began laughing, what intrigued me was her laugh, so melodious smoothly and soft. A beautiful laugh for a beautiful lady, that she was.

Caught at the act my grandfather cleared his throat gaining my attention. “This old age is making me forget my manners. Abigail meet my granddaughter Josie Wesley.” he introduced us.

I took her hand in mine her hand soft and just right in mine, I shook it firm. “It’s grey though.” my grandfather always made that mistake on purpose.

She shook her head clearly understanding what I said. “Abigail Klein. You can call me Abi or whatever you prefer.” her beautiful voice filled my ears, and slowly I began daydreaming staring at her.

I was bought back from being astray, “Of course it is.” grandfather remarked on the earlier topic of my surname.

Still filling her warm had in mine I looked from our hands to her face. Locking eyes I smiled, a smile which she willingly returned.

Withdrawing her hand from mine Abigail looked at my grandfather with a friendly smile. “So I’ll be leaving now Sir, sorry I mean Peter.” she corrected.

Turning her head she faced me once more still smiling. “It was a pleasure, sadly I can’t stay I’ve got a bunch of work waiting for me.” my throat went dry just at the sight of her smile. Off the chair she began walking towards the door.

“Tell me when you think about it.” my grandfather commented before she was out the door, nodding with a smile she closed the door. He snapped his fingers right in front of me, pulling me out of the daydream. “You like what you see?”

“Is it her?” is all I managed to ask, that was enough for now. Giving me a pleased smile he nodded, “She’s the best we’ve got, very smart and beautiful. She hasn’t got an answer for us right now but I hope by tomorrow she will.” He explained.

Understanding him I murmured, “I hope she does.” my eyes not meeting his.

“Anyway, how was your drive here, any troubles or any new stories to share. And I missed you, why did you take so long to come back.”

This man was keen on keeping me here all the time I wouldn’t blame him more less, his other two children where cold or annoying, his other grandchild was a pain.

“We’ve been over this but I’ve missed you too Paps. Well it was a good trip back and the stories I have are countless.” leaning towards the desk leaving little space between us, I started pouring out the stories I collected.

Grandfather gasped shaking his head, “No way, that must have been a sh—”

“Yes, a shitty day.” I completed his sentence, that day was more than just shitty though. He looked at me still shaking his head, all I did was laugh.

In a long run of more chattering and laughing I asked abruptly. “How is my mother?” a child would always miss it’s mother even if they were as grown as me, I always did and two months was a lot.

He gave me a bit of a frown, “She missed you a lot, we’d have thought she would be used by now. Since you are back, she’ll be thrilled.” I nodded I knew what I was up against. Telling me a bit more about Mother and Mary as I was gone, brought a smile on my face.

But each time I found myself, my mind drifting off to thinking of Abigail. Cutting my chatter box short I asked, “I know it’s weird of me to ask but Abigail, where is her office. Can I talk to her before I leave?”

Throwing fits in the air like he had won something, smiling with joy and pride he spoke. “Of course dear. Maybe by the end of all this, you can find love.”

Disappointed crossed my face in this game of love I was never successful. “It doesn’t work with straight girls.” I pointed out, it never did for me.

He smirked, “Why do you think I chose her. A single lady right now and definitely not into men, granddaughter.”

Looking my grandfather with full surprise on my face I smiled, that by far had to be the best news of the day. With directions to her office I left his office to find hers.

The day had immediately been ruined, tuning into my uncle a frown came on my face. While he was smile tremendously, “Long time no see niece, how has it been.”

Sighing I ran my fingers through my curly hair, “Been good, just good.”

He placed his arm over his chest acting to be hurt, “Won’t you ask about me, Don’t you give a little care towards me and your family?”

Bitch had his voice leaking with Sarcasm, glaring at him I placed one of my arms on my neck this was getting old, too old for me. “Family you say meaning my mother and my grandfather as well as Mary. You all don’t mean s**t to me and from where am standing, I can see you’ve been great. Look at your stomach, it’s practically like you’re five months pregnant.”

Cussing his way away from me I smiled glorious, he always played a losing game. Back on track, I had a mission to achieve.