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, I 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.

isn't enough to

word is enough in

understand how he

I understand why he is

realizing how handsome

my thoughts again by his voice.

at me with an arrogant smirk

mean by that? I wasn't checking you out."

gets bigger as

Is there anything more beautiful than me that you were checking out?" He

hell. It's even true that I was looking at him but that doesn't

What a shameless arrogant!

my throat I speak up, "Can I kindly know why

We

We are 'business' partners."

in, "Of course, we are. I didn't mean anything else, did I?"

Couldn't I find any other way to embarrass

"Mr. Jon..."

me off,

your name?" I ask to

special offer

"Why, just for me?"

you ask too

You haven't told

to a meeting tomorrow so you must check the papers

is beautiful? The first time I saw him he was all angry, moody, grumpy, and now all of a sudden he

"Here it is."

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

to talk to you more." He says

"About business?" I ask.

shakes his head, "Tell me something about yourself."

I smile, "Myself?"

"Yeah. Whatever you want."

wants to gossip with

something silly so don't laugh." I warn as he

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

good wish." He says,

as my eyes fall on the acrylic painting

that I have a great liking for them. The office room was not left out

with modern decorations but he made it the way I like. This office

I am sitting. One side of the room is made of full glass walls from where the

white couch with a small glass table facing the door while a huge white

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

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

makes his way towards the wall where the