Fated reborn - Chapter 212: Chapter 212
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Luciano's POV.
Not too long after, Clara came in, a heavy stack of papers balanced in her arms. She pushed the door open with her back, completely unaware of mine and Victor’s presence. The moment she turned, she halted abruptly, her big glasses slightly slipping down her nose as her eyes widened.
"Good day, gentlemen," she greeted, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Good day, Clara. How are you feeling?" I asked, watching her closely.
She adjusted her glasses, nodding. "Good. I'm feeling good," she responded. Then, her gaze shifted to Victor.
For a moment, they just stared at each other. It was like they were speaking without words, lost in some silent conversation only they could understand. I arched an eyebrow, watching the interaction with mild curiosity. Finally, I cleared my throat, interrupting whatever unspoken exchange was happening between them.
"So, can we move on to today’s work?" I asked, my voice breaking the trance they seemed to be in.
Both of them snapped back to reality, and Clara straightened her clothes, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Yes, sure, Alpha Luciano," she replied swiftly.
She glanced between us before sighing. "I didn’t realize you both were here already," she admitted, before stepping forward and setting the hefty stack of papers down on my desk.
With a soft thud, the pile landed, looking much heavier than I had anticipated.
"Sir, you’ll have to go through these," she explained, adjusting her glasses again. "There are no new schedules for today. Other companies are still using Henry’s ideas, so they no longer seem to need our help." She hesitated before adding, "I’m sorry to say this, sir, but we’ll have to start using Henry’s strategies."
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my chin as I processed her words. I hated the idea of relying on someone else’s methods, especially Henry’s, but I couldn’t deny that our clients weren’t exactly complaining. Logically, it made sense, but emotionally, I couldn’t bring myself to accept it.
A sudden wave of irritation washed over me. The fact that I didn’t have an immediate answer, coupled with the sheer amount of paperwork in front of me, only added to my growing frustration. Taking a deep breath, I pushed my emotions aside and raised my gaze to Clara.
"We’ll talk about it later," I said, my tone firm, before looking down at the paperwork.
Clara nodded. "Understood, sir. I’ll be on my way now."
Without another word, she turned and left the office, closing the door behind her. The silence that followed felt oddly heavy. I let out a long sigh, staring at the pile of documents on my desk. It felt never-ending, like no matter how much I worked, there would always be another stack waiting for me.
I grabbed my coffee, taking a slow sip, letting the warmth seep through me. It did little to ease my frustration, but at least it was something. Setting the cup down, I reached for a pen, rolling it between my fingers before finally sharpening the tip.
Victor, who had been quiet this entire time, finally spoke. "You really don’t like Henry, do you?"
I scoffed. "I don’t like relying on him," I corrected. "There’s a difference."
He leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms. "I get it. But if his strategies are working, maybe it’s time to put pride aside and focus on what’s best for the company."
I sighed again, running a hand through my hair. "I know. It’s just... frustrating."
Victor smirked. "You know what else is frustrating? That mountain of paperwork in front of you. You should probably get started."
I shot him a glare, but he wasn’t wrong. With another deep breath, I picked up my pen and finally got to work.
As I continued filling in the paperwork, the atmosphere in the office grew stale, so boring I could almost taste it. I turned to Victor, who was diligently working through his own pile, his expression mirroring my exhaustion.
"Hey, Victor," I called out, needing some kind of distraction.
He didn’t even lift his head all the way, just raised his gaze slightly. "Hey," he answered, his tone tired and uninterested.
I searched my mind for a topic, something to lighten the mood. That’s when I remembered earlier—Clara and him, that weird moment between them. A smirk formed on my lips as I leaned back in my chair.
"So, what’s up with you and Clara?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Victor immediately stiffened, his pen pausing for just a second before he continued writing. "What do you mean?" he replied, playing dumb.
"You know exactly what I mean," I said, amused. "The way you two were staring at each other earlier like you had some secret telepathic conversation."
He let out a small chuckle but didn’t deny it. Instead, a slight redness crept up his neck, reaching his ears. He was blushing.
I smirked, leaning forward. "You like her, don’t you?"
Victor scoffed, shaking his head. "It’s not like that," he muttered, but the redness on his face said otherwise.
I laughed. "You’re a terrible liar."
He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Can we just get this over with?"
I chuckled but let it slide, returning to my paperwork. We worked in silence for a while longer, the occasional sound of papers shuffling and pens scratching against documents filling the air.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we were done. I leaned back, stretching my arms as a satisfied groan escaped me. Victor did the same, cracking his neck before rolling his shoulders.
"That took way too long," I muttered, rubbing my tired eyes.
Victor stood up, stretching out his back. "Tell me about it."
We straightened ourselves up, fixing our ties and gathering our things before finally leaving the office. Walking into the elevator. It dropped us off at the first floor. We nodded at a few employees before stepping outside.
The cool evening air hit us as we walked towards the car. I inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the long day slowly lift off my shoulders. Victor got in the driver’s seat while I slid into the passenger side.
As the engine roared to life, I glanced at Victor, who still had a faint hint of red on his face. Smirking, I shook my head. "You’re blushing again."
"Shut up," he muttered, shifting gears and driving us back home.
Not too long after, Clara came in, a heavy stack of papers balanced in her arms. She pushed the door open with her back, completely unaware of mine and Victor’s presence. The moment she turned, she halted abruptly, her big glasses slightly slipping down her nose as her eyes widened.
"Good day, gentlemen," she greeted, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Good day, Clara. How are you feeling?" I asked, watching her closely.
She adjusted her glasses, nodding. "Good. I'm feeling good," she responded. Then, her gaze shifted to Victor.
For a moment, they just stared at each other. It was like they were speaking without words, lost in some silent conversation only they could understand. I arched an eyebrow, watching the interaction with mild curiosity. Finally, I cleared my throat, interrupting whatever unspoken exchange was happening between them.
"So, can we move on to today’s work?" I asked, my voice breaking the trance they seemed to be in.
Both of them snapped back to reality, and Clara straightened her clothes, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Yes, sure, Alpha Luciano," she replied swiftly.
She glanced between us before sighing. "I didn’t realize you both were here already," she admitted, before stepping forward and setting the hefty stack of papers down on my desk.
With a soft thud, the pile landed, looking much heavier than I had anticipated.
"Sir, you’ll have to go through these," she explained, adjusting her glasses again. "There are no new schedules for today. Other companies are still using Henry’s ideas, so they no longer seem to need our help." She hesitated before adding, "I’m sorry to say this, sir, but we’ll have to start using Henry’s strategies."
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my chin as I processed her words. I hated the idea of relying on someone else’s methods, especially Henry’s, but I couldn’t deny that our clients weren’t exactly complaining. Logically, it made sense, but emotionally, I couldn’t bring myself to accept it.
A sudden wave of irritation washed over me. The fact that I didn’t have an immediate answer, coupled with the sheer amount of paperwork in front of me, only added to my growing frustration. Taking a deep breath, I pushed my emotions aside and raised my gaze to Clara.
"We’ll talk about it later," I said, my tone firm, before looking down at the paperwork.
Clara nodded. "Understood, sir. I’ll be on my way now."
Without another word, she turned and left the office, closing the door behind her. The silence that followed felt oddly heavy. I let out a long sigh, staring at the pile of documents on my desk. It felt never-ending, like no matter how much I worked, there would always be another stack waiting for me.
I grabbed my coffee, taking a slow sip, letting the warmth seep through me. It did little to ease my frustration, but at least it was something. Setting the cup down, I reached for a pen, rolling it between my fingers before finally sharpening the tip.
Victor, who had been quiet this entire time, finally spoke. "You really don’t like Henry, do you?"
I scoffed. "I don’t like relying on him," I corrected. "There’s a difference."
He leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms. "I get it. But if his strategies are working, maybe it’s time to put pride aside and focus on what’s best for the company."
I sighed again, running a hand through my hair. "I know. It’s just... frustrating."
Victor smirked. "You know what else is frustrating? That mountain of paperwork in front of you. You should probably get started."
I shot him a glare, but he wasn’t wrong. With another deep breath, I picked up my pen and finally got to work.
As I continued filling in the paperwork, the atmosphere in the office grew stale, so boring I could almost taste it. I turned to Victor, who was diligently working through his own pile, his expression mirroring my exhaustion.
"Hey, Victor," I called out, needing some kind of distraction.
He didn’t even lift his head all the way, just raised his gaze slightly. "Hey," he answered, his tone tired and uninterested.
I searched my mind for a topic, something to lighten the mood. That’s when I remembered earlier—Clara and him, that weird moment between them. A smirk formed on my lips as I leaned back in my chair.
"So, what’s up with you and Clara?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Victor immediately stiffened, his pen pausing for just a second before he continued writing. "What do you mean?" he replied, playing dumb.
"You know exactly what I mean," I said, amused. "The way you two were staring at each other earlier like you had some secret telepathic conversation."
He let out a small chuckle but didn’t deny it. Instead, a slight redness crept up his neck, reaching his ears. He was blushing.
I smirked, leaning forward. "You like her, don’t you?"
Victor scoffed, shaking his head. "It’s not like that," he muttered, but the redness on his face said otherwise.
I laughed. "You’re a terrible liar."
He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Can we just get this over with?"
I chuckled but let it slide, returning to my paperwork. We worked in silence for a while longer, the occasional sound of papers shuffling and pens scratching against documents filling the air.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we were done. I leaned back, stretching my arms as a satisfied groan escaped me. Victor did the same, cracking his neck before rolling his shoulders.
"That took way too long," I muttered, rubbing my tired eyes.
Victor stood up, stretching out his back. "Tell me about it."
We straightened ourselves up, fixing our ties and gathering our things before finally leaving the office. Walking into the elevator. It dropped us off at the first floor. We nodded at a few employees before stepping outside.
The cool evening air hit us as we walked towards the car. I inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the long day slowly lift off my shoulders. Victor got in the driver’s seat while I slid into the passenger side.
As the engine roared to life, I glanced at Victor, who still had a faint hint of red on his face. Smirking, I shook my head. "You’re blushing again."
"Shut up," he muttered, shifting gears and driving us back home.
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