Chapter 6
1385 Words
Stella’s POV
Work today was stressful; I even had to cancel my date with my baby boo, Darius.
It seems that with this new investment from Walthorne Industries, we’ve attracted even more potential investors.
“Stella, today you might need to stay a bit longer. I will need you to welcome some investors—they’re coming from China. They’ll land in the afternoon, get settled, and I have a meeting with them at 8 pm,” Mr. Markfields said as he typed on his laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen.
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“I’ll have one of the drivers take you home, Peter. It’ll be too late for you to go alone.”
“Damn it,” I mumbled under my breath.
“Did you say something?” His one eyebrow raised, and he looked up at me sharply.
“No, sir, not at all,” I replied quickly, hoping my face wasn’t too guilty.
“Good. You can leave now.”
“Excuse me,” I said as I walked out of his office.
I bumped into Jenna, who was just about to knock on Mr. Markfields’ door.
“Morning, Mrs. Markfields,” I said jokingly, trying not to laugh.
“Morning, Stella. Don’t call me that,” she said with a bright smile, quickly followed by a small, irritated pout that I couldn’t help but notice with a smile.
I walked back to the front desk, plastered on my professional smile, and greeted employees and clients as they walked.
Lunchtime came, and I saw Darius standing in front of my desk. I had just come from the restroom.
“I saw your text. Markfields has you in a fix today, huh?” he said.
“Yes,” I said, putting on a pout expression on my face.
“It’s okay, baby. We can go on the weekend. I bought you some chocolates and ice cream since you said you have a sweet tooth.”
“Thank youuu, babe. That’s so kind of you,” I said, almost crying with joy.
How considerate awwwww.
“You’re welcome,” he said with that smile, walking away toward his office.
Boy, would I do anything to kiss him
right now—but I couldn’t; I was at work.
“Good afternoon. I am here to see Mr. Markfields.”
“Good afternoon. Right this way, Mr. Smith.” I escorted Mr. Smith, one of the new investors, to meet Mr. Markfields.
The day went on as a whirlwind as more clients arrived. As usual, I escorted them to Mr. Markfields, the waiting area, or the boardroom. I also took a few calls from clients, gaming companies, and potential investors.
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By 8 pm, I checked outside and saw the important investor from China, Mr. Wang, arriving in a car. I straightened my posture and put on my best welcome smile, and approached him.
“Good evening,” I greeted warmly.
“Good evening,” he replied with a smile, kindess sparkling in his eyes, it must be those adorable Asian eyes.
I guided him to the waiting area. “I’ll be right back,” I said, quickly fetching some classic Chinese egg tarts and a cup of green tea, knowing he’d appreciate the gesture. I placed them carefully on the table and said, “Mr. Markfields will be down shortly.”
As I finished arranging everything, I started walking toward Mr. Markfields’ office to inform him that Mr. Wang had arrived.
That’s when I heard a familiar, intimate voice from inside:
“Yes, baby, I miss you too. I can’t come tonight, I have a meeting with some investors…”
“I know, it’s late. He wanted to come here personally and schedule another meeting within a week because his stay here is fixed…”
“But tell you what, you can come by my office tonight; the meeting won’t take long…”
“I love you too, baby…”
“Yes, something red…”
I froze mid-step, my mouth half-open. Oh. My. God. This was exactly the kind of gossip I lived for.
My heart raced, and I felt the familiar thrill of overhearing something scandalous—or at least, what I assumed was scandalous. In my head, it had to be Jenna on the other line.
The phone went silent. I quickly shook myself out of it, straightened my posture, and knocked lightly on Mr. Markfields’ door.
“Mr. Markfields, Mr. Wang has arrived. He’s in the waiting area,” I reported, trying to keep my voice calm despite my racing heart.
“Alright, I’ll be there in a second. Oh, and you can go home, Stella. Let Peter drive you,” he said with warmth in his tone.
“Alright, sir. Thank you,” I said, relieved, my cheeks still tingling from what I’d overheard.
I walked outside to Peter, who was waiting in the parking lot. Once home, I freshened up and checked my phone, replying to the many messages from Darius on w******p.
“Hey 🥰,” he had written.
“Hey ❤️,” I replied.
“Did you enjoy the ice cream and chocolates I got you? 🙈”
“Snap, I left them at my desk in one of the drawers. Wait a minute—I’ll ask Jenna to get them and refrigerate them at her place. God, I forgot, babe 😿,” I wrote, remembering the little sweet interaction Mr. Markfields had with Jenna earlier.
“Jenna? What will she be doing at the office at this time, babe? 😄”
“Ooh, you nosy pants. Alright, fine. I heard Mr. Markfields telling her to come over because he’s been busy. I guess there will be a romantic night 👨❤️💋👨😉”
“Hope this is not one of your false speculations, Mrs. Nosy Pants 😑😄”
“No, babe, it’s not 😂. I heard him say it myself on the phone.”
“Alright, love, if you say so. Good night. I bet you are tired. I’ll see you tomorrow, sunshine ❤️❤️”
“Good night, baby ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”
“🙄😳😄 Geez!, you have won 🚶♂️🚶♂️, love you baby💝”he texted back.
Before I slept, I called Jenna.
“Hey Jenna,” I said in a whisper assuming she was with Mr.Markfields.
“Hey Stella, hope you’re okay,” she replied, her voice tinged with concern.
“Yes, I’m okay… Sorry to disturb your evening. I just wanted to ask a favor since you’re at the office, you know,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady but feeling a tight knot of excitement in my stomach.
“Office? I’m not at the office. I’m home watching TV. I left around 7 pm, if you recall. And what are you talking about, some romantic evening at the office with Mr. Markfields? Where did you get that from?” Jenna’s tone was sharp, mixed with a hint of worry.
“Well… I thought you were at the office because I heard Mr. Markfields say that on his phone. Unless he was talking to someone else… maybe I didn’t hear properly. Maybe it wasn’t clear,” I rushed out, cheeks warming and heart thudding in my chest.
“I must have misunderstood, Jenna. I… I’m really sorry. Good night.”
“What did you hear, Stella? You can’t just call me and say it’s a misunderstanding,” she said, still sounding worried but trying to stay calm.
I hesitated but eventually told her what I heard, hoping I had misunderstood what I thought I heard.
Hope I was wrong God ,I definitely don't want to be a cause of a break up because of my loud mouth.
- Writer
