CH 3- Lunch
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Criingggg!!
She barely put it down and now it's screaming again. She gave it a murderous glare before grumbling, "Gauss International."
"A Miss Stacey Mason to see Miss Gail?" The familiar tone of the receptionist quipped.
What did she need? A frown creased her forehead. "Tell her to come up."
Her sister coming here is a spectacle, a needle in a haystack. It's not that it happened rarely but this was the first time.Unless... A worried thought crossed her mind.
A series of squeaks interrupted her thoughts. Turning to the entrance, she saw how the beaming blonde with grey beanie, a white envelope on hand, and squeaky rubber shoes charm her way through the crowd to her. She rolled her eyes. Exactly her opposite, Stacey always had the more friendly countenance.
"Gail!" the younger girl squealed, fully capturing everybody's attention.
Gail shushed her, standing to guide her to her table. Stacey gave her a side hug before linking her arms with hers.
"So, to whom do I owe your charismatic presence here?"
Stacey frowned. "Did you know your eyeliners ran? Looks like you've been crying."
She didn't even have time to look at herself. She has been very distracted. "It doesn't matter. Why are you here?"
Stacey shrugged. "Just passing by. Thought you'd want to have lunch with me?" She appeared absent-minded as she lay the envelope on the table.
Gail sneaked a peek of the wall clock. It was quarter to 12. Either she wasn't hungry or wasn't hungry for food at all. She turned to the CEO's door. Maybe it was just her imagination, but the heavy wooden door was creaking open. Grey eyes lifted, meeting her blue ones for a brief second, before a frown marred on his forehead. Whatever unpleasant sight he saw, he shrugged it off as he reached for the door and closing it behind him.
Okay! So he was real. And he was walking straight to her, them.
"Miss Mason, did I tell you my meeting with Elton was moved to lunch?"
What?
"Never mind! I expect to see the communication letter with Islengton when I return." Without waiting for her response, he turned to the exit.
Gail felt as mushed as her oatmeal breakfast. There are just days "Hitler" behaved as hormonal as a woman on period. And it felt like he wanted her to make a mistake so he'd have a reason to scold her or fire her. The hole she was burning at his back was well-deserved.
A small pinch grazed her sides, then a small chuckle filled her ear, followed by, "I actually think you like him a lot."
Gail turned to her sister to witness the wicked strand reflect on her blue eyes. She rolled her eyes, bending down to whisper, "I think he has a meaty hind." Making sure nobody else was listening, she continued, "And has a looonggg... patience."
Stacey burst out laughing. "But you're right. He's domineering. I got the chills he was sending with those criticizing eyes. Brrrr!"
Gail went to her table to print the letter he spoke of.
"You know what! Just go fix yourself. I am honest about your eyeliners."
Gail gave her a strange look, turning to the printer as it started printing, then back.
"Oh come on! I know how to print, you know!" Stacey defended herself with a small laugh.
It's not that she doubted her printing skills. It's just that there was something different with her sister's aura today. She was more cheerful, and just different. She couldn't put the exact words to describe.
"Come on! We are having lunch and we just want to leave this place earlier so we could have more time." Stacey reminded.
Gail wasn't sure at all. She took the printed documents before reaching for the folder with "Letters" labeled on it.
"Gail!!!"
"Fine!" she fixed the folder before handing it to Stacey. "Make sure it's on top of his desk, okay?"
Stacey frowned before giggling. "I know what top means, Gail!"
Gail nodded. "Okay! Make sure you lock the door when you go out."
Stacey rolled her eyes. "Go retouch now."
She does as instructed, not sure why she was running to the washroom like she was racing for a hot date. What is happening?
***:)***
ELTON wasn't a fan of lunch meetings. Food is sacred. A meal deserves as much respect and attention as a woman does.
Adolf can almost read his blonde friend's every thought as he gracefully forked and sliced his pork cutlets and slowly chewed. He could almost hear his sigh with every juicy bite. Elton always took delight in every small thing he did. He savored everything. Adolf just couldn't. Besides, he only needed his agreement before the documents for the partnership will be drafted. In his mind, he could see it already being signed.
He sighed. "I just need to hear you say yes and I am out."
Elton gave him a small nod. "Well, I am here to eat. And yes, you too! You're gonna eat that because we don't want to waste any food."
Adolf rolled his eyes. That sounded familiar, something his nanny said when he was a kid. Ten years with him and he knew he meant every word. Left with no choice, he reached for his fork and started poking on his dish.
Giggles disrupted the symphony of dishes clanking. Both men turned to the door where two blondes, hand in hand, walked in. The girl with the grey beanie led them two tables away from them.
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