Chapter 4
813 Words
Chloe
Forward half an hour later and I was standing in front of an enormous lobby whilst running my hand over the red dress Britney had picked out for me.
Taking a deep breath in and adjusting my little dress one more time, I made my way through the entrance.
The receptionist smiled pleasantly at me. "How can I help you?"
"Hi, yes, please. I'm here to see Aryan Calloway”
"Is he expecting you?".
"I called to schedule a meeting yesterday."
"What is your name?"
"Chloe Callahan".
She smiled. "Excuse me one moment, Ms. Callahan". She consulted something behind her desk for a moment. "Great, you are expected. Please take the last elevator on the right to the sixteenth floor."
After handing me a security tag stamped with the company's logo, I nodded a quick thank you and navigated my way to the elevator. It whisked me with lethal velocity to the sixteenth floor and when I stepped out, I exhaled a deep breath I hadn't realized I held.
According to the sign in the lobby, the acting CEO occupied the entire floor which came as a shock to me because, well, I knew Aryan was loaded but not this loaded. I guess it was somewhat relieving to know that the father of my child had stable finance.
Smoothening the nonexistent wrinkles on my dress, I stalked through the wide, heavy lightened hallway and soon found myself facing a dark blonde adorned impeccably in black and white.
"Good morning.
She sent a rueful smile my way. "Good Morning. Mr. Calloway is unavailable at the moment.”
"I'm happy to wait,"
"If you wish." She motioned to the plush couch situated near the floor-to-ceiling windows that illuminated the New York skyline at its brightest.
Taking the cue, I headed toward it and sat, trying to calm my nerves by doing the breathing exercise I picked up from watching Jane the Virgin.
Inhale...
Exhale...
As minutes dragged by, I repeated the routine and it did seem to be working for me because I didn't feel as tensed as I was when I walked in, but the minute the elevator dinged, everything went from a hundred to one.
My heart pounded hard and fast and sweat pricked my palms. Holy molly.
That suit. I'd never seen anyone rock a red suite that hard before.
Hot was the only word that came to mind and maybe if he didn't have that scowl on his face he would've been hotter.
I blinked and blinked again, watching as he barked into his phone.
"Just do your job, Ambrose! Do your job. Is that too much to ask? What's the point of paying you if you can't get him to sign those f*****g consent papers?-What? He's an old man how hard can it be?- If you ask me one more question I swear I'll-Listen figure this out then come back to me when you have a solution that's worth my time and it better be soon because if anything happens to him I'll send you and everyone on that team to hell".
Woah. A real what the f**k moment.
I didn't know why but hearing him curse out like that made me more anxious.
He was off the phone call now, looking like someone just pissed in his morning cereal. A vein was popping out of his neck as he leaned back to fork his hand through his lush hair in frustration.
The receptionist sprung up as he walked by her.
"Good morning, Mr. Calloway”
Now that he wasn't yelling with that raspy baritone that made my ears bleed, I couldn't quite make sense of what they discussed. So I just sat there, patiently waiting for him to notice me.
A part of me wanted him to recognize me so bad, the other wished he didn't but the way those dark f**k me eyes turned a shade darker when they met mine told me he recognized me vividly.
Holy. My lips parted to accommodate faster breaths. I knotted my fingers together, my heart racing so fast that I was sure It was going to burst out of my chest.
He held my gaze for solid five seconds before snapping his focus back to his secretary. "We clear?"
When she nodded, he picked up the cup of whatnot she handed him and waltzed right into his office without sparing me another glance.
Worried, I turned to his secretary. She smiled at me.
"You can go in now".
I bit my lip, eyeing the door. "Are you sure?"
She nodded. "He'll see you now."
Swallowing the thick lump in my throat, I picked up my purse, got up, and made my way toward the door.
When I reached it, I knocked lightly before entering.
The office space was large. He had already settled into the chair behind his glass desk.
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