Together Forever

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"What the hell is this?" I bark, throwing the file towards the stupid girl in front of me. She flinches as the file falls to the ground hitting her hand.

"I... I am sorry, mam."

"What sorry? Do I pay you for saying sorry? Or do I pay you for doing my work? Might I add 'professionally'? What do you think? I don't have any information, huh? You can't do your work properly but you are very fond of flirting with the hottie guys here, don't you?"

"No...no, ma..."

"Shut up!" I roar out. "I hate when people lie to my face. Don't you dare to do that. Listen, Miss... whatever. I won't tolerate any kind of negligence among my employees. My father is kind but I am not. I won't think twice to throw you out of my office. Either work properly or print out your resignation letter yourself. Now get lost!" I yell to which she jumps up and walks out of my office almost falling on her face. Stupid girl! I told her to bring the finance papers and she brought the IT reports! God, how inattentive a person can be? Just made my mood hell!

Opening the drawer of my desk, I take out two pieces of Hershey's kisses. I unwrap the foil of one and shove it into my mouth.

Whenever I am angry or my mood is dumb, I eat chocolates. And obviously, my mood gets dumb every now and then for why I always carry a few bars with me. By the amount of chocolate I devour every day, assume within a few years all my teeth will fall out!

Once I finish one 'kisses', I put the other one aside and rest my head on the table. Just when I think about starting the process of calming my nerves down, someone knocks on the door.

Damnit!

Again some stupid fellow!

"Come in," I growl. The door opens and someone walks in.

Before I look up, I make up my mind to fling some really foul words at the person whoever they are.

I raise my head harshly and am about to open my mouth when I see,

Whoa!

Ethan Jones!

He is in my office?

Why?

Well, we are working together so he definitely can be here.

But I didn't know he was coming. What can be the reason?

"Can I sit?"

His voice brings me out of my reverie,

"Yeah, sure," I reply quickly pointing to the chair opposite of me.

He sits down, places a file on the table before looking at me again. Then I eye him properly.

He is wearing a full black Armani suit, hair combed neatly with one single strand falling on his forehead dramatically, and that heavenly smell that coming from him fills the room. He is looking more handsome today. Remember when I said that day that he was gorgeous, I was wrong.

Gorgeous isn't enough to describe him.

No word is enough in the world.

Now understand how he is.

Now even I understand why he is 'Danger zone'!

"Done realizing how handsome I am?"

I am snapped out of my thoughts again by his voice.

He stares at me with an arrogant smirk on his beautiful lips.

I frown immediately, "What do you mean by that? I wasn't checking you out." I lie though it is apparent I was.

His smirk gets bigger as he raises his eyebrows,

"Oh, really? Is there anything more beautiful than me that you were checking out?" He says mockingly.

Well, I know he is hot as hell. It's even true that I was looking at him but that doesn't mean he should sing his praises himself. What a shameless arrogant!

Clearing my throat I speak up, "Can I kindly know why you came here?"

"Can't I come? We are partners, right?"

I nod, "Right. We are 'business' partners." I reply emphasizing the word business.

He chuckles as he leans in, "Of course, we are. I didn't mean anything else, did I?"

Heck, why did I even say that? Couldn't I find any other way to embarrass me?

"Mr. Jon..."

"Call me Ethan." He cuts me off, causing my eyes to widen.

"I will call you Ethan? Do all your business partners call you by your name?" I ask to which he gives me a sheepish smile in return.

"No, it's a special offer just for you."

"Why, just for me?"

"Do you know you ask too many questions?"

"Do you know you procrastinate too much? You haven't told me yet why you came here." I retort.

"Ok, ok, I am telling. I came here to give you this file." He says pointing to the file before him, "Here are some very important documents you will need. We are going to a meeting tomorrow so you must check the papers today. I could send it to you by someone but I just felt like coming here myself since your place is so beautiful." He shrugs.

Really? Ethan Jones came here himself just because the place is beautiful? The first time I saw him he was all angry, moody, grumpy, and now all of a sudden he is playing whimsy? Strange!

"Here it is."

"I will look through the papers later. Would you like to grab a coffee?" I ask, taking the papers.

He shakes his head, "No, I would like to talk to you more." He says as his lips curve into a mesmerizing smile.

"About business?" I ask.

"No." He shakes his head, "Tell me something about yourself." He says, putting his hand under his chin.

I smile, "Myself?"

"Yeah. Whatever you want."

He wants to gossip with me about silly things? Okay.

"Umm... if you really want to hear then I'm going to talk something silly so don't laugh." I warn as he nods like a little boy, smirking.

"Well..." I start, "I am 21 years old, turning 22 soon. My best friend is Leah with whom I moved to Canada and living now. I like listening to music and painting. I don't like the present time, it would have been better if I had been born in the renaissance period. And finally, I want to travel around the world one day." I finish as he chuckles.

"That's a good wish." He says, smiling.

Suddenly his eyes move to something, I follow his gaze as my eyes fall on the acrylic painting hanging on the wall.

Dad puts paintings everywhere knowing that I have a great liking for them. The office room was not left out either.

Being the owner of one of the biggest multi-billionaire companies, dad should have his office adorned with modern decorations but he made it the way I like. This office is a combination of modernism and art. There is a big wooden desk with a black leather chair before the window, where dad sits and currently I am sitting. One side of the room is made of full glass walls from where the streets and buildings of downtown New York can be seen and where I spend most of the time standing. Two Norfolk pine trees are placed in both corners of the wall.

A white couch with a small glass table facing the door while a huge white bookshelf with thousands of books covering another wall.

Me and my dad, we both are hungers of books. A huge portion of time, dad spends reading books while working in the office. I flipped through the bookshelf but didn't find anything of my interest. I read romance and mystery books while dad is into the poems and business so all the books are here of these genres. That's definite in fact. If a 50 years old man can be seen turning the pages of The Bad Boy's Girl, that would be ridiculous indeed.

And the painting we were talking about is hung on the opposite wall from the desk. It's a garden picture with a small wooden bench in the middle surrounded by rose bushes. Shrubs of pinkish-purple roses hanging over the back slat like a cascade and some rose petals falling on the seat and the ground. Bushes enclosing the whole place giving the picture a dark vibe.

Ethan gets up from his seat and makes his way towards the wall where the picture is. He stands in front of it as I follow and stand beside him.

"It's so beautiful." He says, staring at the painting.

"Hmm. It is."

"You like art very much, don't you?"

"Yeah."

He turns to me, "I didn't see many girls who have a passion for art. I thought they just have a great obsession for make-up and dresses and girly stuff." He says as a smirk appears on his lips. "That is wrong. Not everyone's the same. I hate girly stuff. And make-up just gross." I reply, returning the smirk.

He shakes his head, "Yeah."

"What?"

"You are different." He says coming one step closer towards me and I take one step backward.

"And how so?" I smile though my heart is jumping with nervousness.

He smirks as he takes another step so that now he is in front of me. I look up at his face and see him staring at me intensely.

"Look at everyone else, they are merely words while you, you are poetry." He quotes.

I keep staring at him for seconds before bursting into laughter.

"You and poems?" I poke his chest, "Oh my God, unbelievable, mismatched, what a weird combination like pineapple on pizza, popcorn with juice." I manage to say between my laughs.

"It's getting harder for me to restrain myself." He mutters something.

"Huh?" I ask to be sure what he said.

He shakes his head, "Nothing."

But I didn't miss the amusement in his voice. Did he say something like...

"I must go now. It's already late." He announces.

"Of course, thanks for coming."

"I should thank you, I had a great time." He smiles, genuine.

Though I don't think everyone knows about this side of his character, friendly, sweet but I am really glad to know that. When we have to work together for a long time, it's better if we can build a friendship between us.

And I guess as a friend, he wouldn't be so bad unless he changes his mood tomorrow.

"Bye, Ethan." I bid him with a smile.

"Bye." He bids back as he steps out of my office. When I think about closing the door, suddenly he turns around. Leaning against the door frame, he moves his face towards me smirking.

Again?!

Bringing his face to the side of my forehead, he blows gently causing the strands of hair that were falling onto my face to move away. Shivers run down my spine at that soothing touch and I feel like a cool ocean breeze just stroked my face. He brings his lips to my ear as he whispers,

"I am looking forward to seeing you again."

With that said, he turns around and leaves the place leaving me in shock again.

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