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Chapter 180: Nearly Spilled Coffee
Chapter 180: Nearly Spilled Coffee
"Hmm, maybe I should go get a coffee. I’ve been yawning all morning," I said, stretching my arms over my head.
The rough night of sleep last night caused me to wake up later than usual. I’ve been sitting at my desk, staring blankly at the screen.
After letting out another big yawn, I got up from my seat and walked out of my office, heading for the small breakroom on the floor below me. But as I stepped out into the hallway, I spotted someone else stepping out of Christian’s office at the same time.
It’s that woman from earlier. The one who Christian personally sent for an interview.
A tinge of jealousy shot up inside me. I glanced at her, looking her over a few times. She was cute, but the thing that bothered me the most was the flustered expression on her face.
She left Christian’s office with quick steps, not noticing me until she almost bumped into me.
"Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know there were others on this floor!" she said, surprised to bump into me.
Seeing her up close, she felt even more familiar.
Where have I seen her before?
"No problem. Here to see the CEO?" I couldn’t help but ask. The curiosity was eating me away while my eyes scanned her for any signs of activity.
"Oh, umm. Yes. He just wanted to ask me a few questions," she said, averting my gaze.
Surely he wouldn’t move on so quickly? He’s still sending me flowers...
While logically, I didn’t think there was anything going on. There was something deep inside of me that felt like running into his office right now to demand an explanation. And this feeling was only growing with every passing second.
We both walked down the hallway in an awkward silence.
"So what department do you work in?" she finally asked me, filling in the silence.
I looked at her, unsure how to answer.
What department do I work for?
"Umm, I work for the Sophia side of the company. My actual title is a bit of a grey area," I replied. But then I took a deep breath, "I work very closely with the CEO..."
Oh, god. Why did I have to say that?
It was like the jealous demons inside of me could stay quiet, insisting that I make a stance.
"Oh, I see," she said simply. "I’m in HR, though I just started," she replied softly.
The elevator doors finally opened, and we both stepped inside. The awkward silence returned as we both did our best to look directly forward.
Since I was only going down one floor, the elevator opened quickly. "Well, I’ll see you around," I said awkwardly before walking out.
"Mmm, see you," she replied.
The moment the elevator doors closed behind me, I took a deep breath. It felt like all of my social skills flew out the window during that brief interaction, but my mind continued to spin.
"Surely she’s just a regular HR worker," I mumbled as I walked to the large break room.
"What was that?"
A sudden voice in front of me startled me out of my thoughts. I looked up and noticed Blake standing by the coffee machine in front of me.
"Oh, good morning, Blake," I greeted politely.
"Good morning, Miss Moresi. Here for some coffee?" he asked, holding the pot of coffee up in his hands. "Just finished brewing."
I nodded with a smile. "Yes, please! That’s exactly why I’m here."
Blake nodded and reached out to get a paper cup for me, filling it with steaming hot coffee. "What were you mumbling about earlier? Is there something wrong?"
I quickly shook my head, "Oh, no. It’s nothing, I was just talking to myself." But as I replied, I looked up at him.
Maybe he’d know why she was in Christians office?
"I, um, ran into someone else on my way down. She said she was from HR... I was wondering if everything was okay?" I asked, averting my gaze.
Blake handed me the cup of coffee. "Oh, she only just left?" he asked with slight surprise that made my stomach turn. "CEO Vittoria asked me to send her up to his office. I’m not quite sure what their business is about."
That’s it. I’m sending this hot coffee straight into Christian’s face!
While I was battling myself internally, outwardly I remained calm. "Oh, I see." I glanced down at my coffee.
"Well, thank you for the coffee. I’ll head back up. Have a nice day," I said with as much of a smile as I could muster.
"You too, Miss Moresi. Have a good day," replied Blake.
I walked back toward the elevator with a head full of conflicted thoughts.
Why am I even feeling so angry? It’s not like it wasn’t my choice to walk away from him.
My thoughts drifted to my fantasies last night, causing my expression to grow darker.
It’s all his fault! If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have had those issues!
It was like having a taste of the forbidden fruit. Once you have a single taste, you can’t help but want more.
The elevator doors finally opened, and this time I stepped inside an empty elevator. The scent of her strong floral perfume was still inside, sending me into a rage. I wanted nothing more than to fly into Christian’s office right now, slap him across the face, and dump this hot coffee on his head.
As soon as I arrived on the top floor, I strutted out of the elevator, coffee in hand, as if I was about to go teach someone a lesson.
Before I knew it, I was standing right in front of the ornately carved double doors of Christian’s office. All I had to do was open the door and walk in. It was that simple.
Why am I hesitating?
After a few more minutes of stomping my feet in front of his office, I turned and walked over to my office, slamming the door behind me. But when I arrived, there was a new bouquet of flowers on my desk.
My fiery mood instantly dissipated. I skipped over to my desk to get a closer look, ignoring the coffee in my hand.
"Oh, this bouquet is beautiful," I whispered as I inspected it. It was different than the others before. It looked almost hand-picked.
As I was looking at it, another thought sprang up.
This wasn’t here earlier, and Blake was downstairs. That means that Christian delivered it himself?
I glanced at the pocket door between our offices. He must have delivered it as soon as I left. Just as I turned to look back down at the flowers, I felt a small piece of paper fall down.
Unlike the notes from before, this one looked hastily written and was on a sticky note instead of ornate paper.
[I miss you.]
Something choked up inside of me. For some reason, I felt like crying, but I couldn’t understand why. The anger from earlier was still present, causing me to flare up into an emotional mess.
"You suck. I hate you. Loser," I mumbled under my breath. But as I was saying those words, I was folding up the note as gently as possible.
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