WELCOME PARTY
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TIFFANY'S POV
At work, everyone was talking and fawning over the welcome party of the arrogant rich brat.
As usual they were all excited.
You would think only the ladies would be looking forward to it but it turned out the men were even more excited.
I just sat at my desk finishing up my leftover work.
“Miss Tiffany, see me in my office,” Director Abboth poked his head into the office and said.
“What has she done this time?” I heard Miss Medline say to the others as I left to find out what Director Abboth wanted to see me about.
I was sure I hadn't made a mistake in my work recently but I could never be too sure of my own innocency.
Last time he called me in, I was almost laid off for no reason. What was going to be his excuse this time?
“Director Abboth, you called me.”
“Oh, yes yes, Miss Tiffany, come in and have a seat. Would you like some tea?”
I couldn't help the frown that creased my face that moment with director Abboth’s unusual offer.
“Oh, you don't have anything to worry about. You can relax.”
I lowered myself onto the seat across from his desk.
“Uhm, Miss Tiffany, you know the company released a new shoe model? Are you aware of that?”
“Yes, Director Abboth. I am very much aware of that.”
“Good. And of course you know how it is. We have numbers to meet up. We have to make sales but to make sales we need a good marketing plan. And who else do we go to if not the marketing manager?”
All his talk I knew where it was headed. It was that time again when I had deadlines to meet and my head oozing fire from trying to come up with a marketing plan.
“Miss Tiffany, you understand where I am headed right? Do it tonight and submit it to me tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? I mean… I still have some work to take care of and…the welcome party…”
“The welcome party isn't of particular significance to you, Miss Tiffany. Remember your words, you promised to work hard with or without your child.”
Bastard… he didn't have to bring up my child. My jaw clenched. If only my eyes shot lasers, he would have been dead at my hands that instant.
“I understand. I will do it.”
“Good! That's the spirit!”
I got up to leave. Director Abboth stood up as well.
“Don't think too much about the party. It's just a welcome party for the new director but you got your job to keep, right,” he said as he walked with me out.
“Director Abboth! You are needed in the showroom.” Mr Jackson called out to him. He sounded urgent.
“Uh… Miss Tiffany, drop this in my drawer,” he pushed into my fingers a file and hurried away with Mr Jackson.
I looked at the file.
“VIP customers information,” I read aloud.
Like he ordered, I took the file and placed it in the drawer in his office and went back to work.
But whatever that had happened…Director Abboth
suddenly demanded for my presence in the party.
When I arrived, he asked me to follow him outside for a little discussion.
He had a half filled glass of drink in his hand and looked a bit drunk.
“I don't know what you did … but Director Roland won't attend his own party in your absence.” he grunted and gulped his drink.
“I am lost on what you are trying to say, sir.”
He chuckled. “Of course. You may go back inside. Don't forget to submit to me the marketing proposal tomorrow. Unfailingly.”
I dipped my head and headed back inside.
Director Abboth’s words echoed in my head. My head was hurting. The loud music wasn't helping matters. And the owner of the welcome party was nowhere to be found.
The others busied themselves with drinks and food and wiggled their body to the blasting music.
Whoever chose the spot for the party was terrible at it. He should never make such plans again.
Desperately in need of fresh air, I stepped out onto the balcony.
So many things were jumbled inside of my head.
Had me sighing non-stop.
“Who do we have here?” I heard an annoying voice. Looked behind my shoulder to see the arrogant brat.
I kept a straight face.
“Director Ryker.”
“Miss Tiffany. What are you doing out here? Tell me, are you not enjoying the party? Well, it looked a little tacky in there.“
“It’s your party. You are the only one needed to enjoy it.”
I felt his gaze on me.
“I can't enjoy the party if you are not.”
I tilted my head and stared at him. Longer and harder. Again Director Abboth’s words echoed in my head. This man before me. What were his intentions? What was he hoping to gain by making director Abboth make me come to the party?
“Why? Why did you do it?”
“Do what?”
What was the use asking him? He was always going to do what he wanted. Damn arrogant clueless i***t.
“No, forget it. I should head back inside”
He caught my arm.
“Is there something you wish to say to me? Is everything alright with you?”
“Yes, everything is alright with me. No, Everything will be alright with me if you stop intruding into my life! Are you trying to mess with me? Do you see me as a pushover?”
“What about you? Do you see me as one that is that terrible of a person?”
“Why did you make me come here? Why? To satisfy your ego? To boost your authority?”
His eyelid lowered as his gaze focused on me.
“Yes, I had Director Abboth make you come to the party because I wanted you to be here.”
“Why? What do you want from me, huh?”
He didn't speak immediately. But his gaze didn't leave me either.
“Because I am curious about you. Or maybe more than curious.”
Curious about me?
Even though I had heard those words before and from him, it didn't stop my heart from racing.
He drew closer to me, his intense gaze never leaving me.
I gulped, taking a step backwards.
“You keep pulling me in… making me more curious and interested in you…” he rasped.
“I don't know what you are talking about…and there is nothing about me that you should know.”
He stopped.
“Really?” He mumbled with his face leaning in towards me.
I blinked and swallowed hard. I hadn't seen a more perfect face. Sculptured like that of a Demigod.
Tiffany… get a grip!
“Aren't you curious about me? Even for a bit?” He whispered.
Was I? No, I could never be. We were too different for me to care about him. Besides, I had no interest in men.
“Why would I be? To me, you are my director, my employer and I am your ...”
Hushed by the extreme closeness of his face, I tried to pull back but realized I had reached a dead end
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