CHAPTER THREE
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MIRA’S POV:
Pulling my hands away from his grip, I repeated
“ What are you doing here, Mr Richards? "
“ Mira, it's important I tell you something pertaining to your father's demise. " Mr Richards, my father's good friend insisted.
My head spun for a second.
“ Are you stalking me now? I don't want to know. My father is dead now, everyone should live with it. " Snapping, I walked back into my workplace.
Getting back to work, a certain smell hit me and I got nauseous.
Ignoring it, I continued working. After some time, it hit me harder this time and I dashed off to the bathroom to empty my stomach.
……
Finding my courage, I walked towards the glass doors, and it opened, giving me a lovely view of the company.
I had always heard a lot about the Interior, but none of the stories described it enough. It was beautiful.
“ Hey good morning, I'm Miryana Marcello, and I'm the new interior designer. " Showing her the appointment letter, she nodded.
“ Hey good morning ma’am, right now you'll have a meeting with the boss and then, the contract will be signed. " She stated, typing something on the computer.
" This is a two-time master card, swipe up when going and coming. When you swipe the card, it will take you to the boss's office. The same thing applies when coming down. "
“ Alright thank you, Mrs Reginald. " Smiling politely as I headed to the elevator.
“ Sure. And you're welcome to D Reynolds incorporated. "
I threw her another friendly smile and left.
Hitting the elevator button, I stepped in and in no time it dinged, signifying my arrival.
The floor was quiet, neat and beautiful. I really wondered what he needed an interior designer for at this point.
“ Good morning ma’am, I'm Mira Marcello, the new interior designer. " I said, speaking to a lady that looked to be in her fifties.
“ Yes, welcome. Mr Reynolds is waiting in his office. " Saying a quick thank you, I walked towards the office that read ‘CEO’.
After knocking twice, I finally heard a voice from behind telling me to come in.
My first observation was how the office was darkened. Everything was either black, dark brown or gray aside from the big window glass right behind his chair. It screamed wealth and power.
Finally, my gaze sluggishly went to the man behind the table. I watched him scribble on documents running a hand through his hair that looked so familiar.
“ No greeting Miss Marcello? " He dragged me out of my thoughts.
“ Good morning Mr Reynolds, Sorry about that. I was lost in admiration of your office. “
“ Yes, my interior designers always set the record. You know what that means''. Finally, his eyes met mine.
I gasped audibly, staring into his unfazed gray orbs. He was handsome.
I noticed his quick glance at my outfit just before his eyes met mine again with zero emotion.
“ I change the interior of my company every 2 years. I saw your works, which were quite impressive. " Mr Reynolds stated with his gray orbs staring deep into mine
I tried to focus on his words and not his lips, but it was so hard. Nervously, I played with my fingers and licked my lips.
“ Start drawing up your plans and designs from today. " Stopping, he raised a brow.
“ Sign the contract on the table to make it official. Take your time to read it, Miss Marcello. "
“ I went through it when I got the job, but I’ll just scan through and sign. " I assured him.
“ I'll email you the number of other teams. You could tour around the building if you want. " He dismissed, scribbling again.
The telecommunication buzzed
" Yes Linda, let him in. "
Just then, a loud familiar voice boomed in the office.
" The sexiest CEO has arrived. " Another man entered the room.
Just then, every piece fell into place.
It was HIM
" Hey man! “ The blonde guy from the café greeted his friend, then his gaze shifted to me and his eyes widened in surprise before clouding it with a smirk.
“ Mira, I knew you would come looking for me, but this is the wrong place darling. ” His words reeked of cockiness, making me inwardly roll my eyes.
“Damien, she's the new interior designer”, Mr Reynolds finally stood up, revealing his height. Walking towards a table, he poured himself a coffee, putting one hand in his pocket while using the other to drink. His gaze never met mine.
“ I see... "
He checked me out.
“ Anthony, here are the documents that have information about the smiths' new scheme. " Damien smirked
“ Thanks man. " He briefly called out.
“Bye gorgeous. See you next time. " He winked, leaving us alone.
Silence engulfed the atmosphere watching him slowly walk towards me.
His unbuttoned shirt and tattoos peeking from it didn't help either. His gray orbs had gold specks around them which became more visible as his long thick lashes blinked.
He came so close that I could feel him breathing on my face. I was too challenged to look away.
Slowly leaning in, I closed my eyes in anticipation.
“What are you doing”, his minty breath mixed with coffee fanned my face, invading my senses. I sucked in a deep breath, letting my breath mingle with his.
Suddenly his warmth disappeared. The cold air hit me hard, making me snap my eyes open only to see him scanning through some documents.
My back hit the shelf as I held onto my bag tighter. Only then did I realize he wasn't trying to kiss me. He only wanted to get some documents from the shelf.
A lot had already happened in a few minutes. Shaking off my thoughts, I had to remind myself of why I'm here.
“Thank you for this opportunity, Mr Reynolds”.
I took that as my queue to leave.
While touring around the building, I got a call.
“Hello Mr Brown”
“ Her condition is getting worse. You need to come now. ”
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