Chapter Fifty Eight
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Once the elevator dinged and the doors separated, we both moved out of it to a door I assumed led to his office.
When he opened the door and turned on the light, I was wowed by what greeted me.
Maybe because all the offices I'd been to belonged to someone from the publishing company, this seemed so unique and different.
Much more like the offices in movies, and I wasn't even sure that was real.
The white painted walls brightened the office, giving it a cozy feeling.
That was even doubled by the beautifully designed cream colored couches that stood opposite each other by the center, separated by a black round glass table.
It was even more admiring when I noticed the desk right at the end from the door, with a closed computer on it and tons of files.
The floor-to-ceiling wall held a beautiful view of the city, giving off a calming sensation.
Selves lined the wall and many more things that made me wonder how an office could be so beautiful.
“You seem to like it,” his voice spoke from behind, so I turned to where he stood behind me, hands in his pocket.
“It's beautiful.” The awe from the place was evident in my tone.
Because yeah, this was breathtaking.
“Hmm, which is what makes working comfortable.” He fell on one of the couches, which seemed as a permission for me to take the one opposite it.
“Yeah.” My gaze still travelled around the place, wondering what it would be like to have such a workplace.
“So how's work going?” I asked, trying to lighten things (though there wasn't much tension).
He shrugged a shoulder, “working as the CEO certainly isn't like the head manager position, but we move on, am I right?”
“I guess,” was what I felt right to say.
Soon, we were left in an awkward silence, that I found my throat tightening as the air between us seemed to thicken awkwardly.
“What was your favorite thing to do as a child?” He randomly asked, earning a confused raised brow from me.
“Come again.”
The side of his lips hitched upwards, “I want to know some things about my girlfriend.”
The way he said the ‘girlfriend’ made my heart race a little faster, but I concealed that.
“There isn't much to know about me.” I leaned against the couch, feeling myself loosening and the air calming.
This might not be so bad after all.
"Then tell me the little."
"Hmm, I would say..." I searched for the right thing for a while, before recalling, "I would say pranking my neighbors with Oliver when I was just ten."
He chuckled, "a naughty girl then, huh?"
I shrugged a shoulder, "how about you?"
He smiled mischievously, "I loved flirting with teenage girls when I was just seven."
We both laughed at that, because, what the heck.
"Alright, how about your most embarrassing moment?" He asked.
"As I said, there's nothing much about my life." Mostly because I didn't want to tell him something so embarrassing.
“Well, you can't lie you haven't had an embarrassing moment. Tell me.” He nudged, obviously biting back a smirk. “Or are you scared?”
“Of?” A scoff escaped me. “What could I possibly be scared of?”
“I don't know, maybe the thought of letting a handsome dude know your secrets.”
With a huff, I found myself blurting, “it was the time in sixth grade when I was nervous at a school presentation where hundreds of people attended an event and I was told to speak about the importance of children's education.
“When I was done and about to leave, I don't know how my nervous self had an embarrassing air escape, but the mic unfortunately caught it.”
From his expression, it was obvious he was fighting not to laugh.
Why had I said that? How would I tell him something that made me not go to school for half a month.
“Don't you dare judge, I'm sure you also have something up your sleeve.”
“Well, yeah,” he chuckled lowly, then continued, “in seventh grade, my grandma of close to eighty was visiting for the holiday. And so I went to school one day, unknown to me that my mom had joked with her that I had forgotten to wear underwear.”
A smile slowly crept up my lips at the knowledge of where this story was heading.
He shook his head as though still recalling the embarrassing moment, “she had literally come to my school during my lunch break and somehow got in without being stopped by security, just for her to enter the lunchroom where tons of other students were.
“And she screamed, bringing out the underwear and asking for my name that I'd forgotten to wear them that day.”
The laughter escaped before I could control.
But he continued, “mind you, I was the most popular boy in school then, so that had done some damaging to my reputation.”
“Oh my,” I was cut by my own laughter, “I'm not even sure whose is more embarrassing.”
He waved a hand to brush it off, changing the topic. “Now tell me what was the best thing that happened to you.”
“Oh, that's easy,” I squared my shoulders, “becoming a writer, you?”
I had expected him to say something like becoming a player, or even a CEO, but certainly not what he said next.
“Coming in contact with you.”
My eyes widened in shock, and yep, my heart beat sped to the maximum.
What?
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