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"We need to get going. The Boltons are coming today"
I groaned in annoyance and strangled my face with the pillow.
Clara Bolton also runs a fashion designing company. She would also be competing in the contest and I hated her with all my life and soul.
I've known her since high school and she was the school bitch. She slept with literally anyone that would bring her to fame. But I was the smart kid and also the school's star student so she and I never got along.
And then she hated me again since I was more successful in life than her. The people who actually run her company were her parents because she didn't know anything about the business world.
I vaguely remember that she flirted with Marcus back in Florida. That pissed me off more now than ever before.
"I can't believe that I need to meet Clara" I groaned again, sprawling on the sheets.
"Why? She's nice"
Did he just freaking say that? I sat up and crossed my arms in front of my chest, trying to look as intimidating as possible.
" If you even think of speaking to her you're dead meat"
With that I went to the bathroom without glancing back at Marcus. I knew he was smirking. I could sense it through the back of my head.
I quickly closed the door with a loud thud out of embarrassment. I couldn't believe that I just said that. I sounded like a jealous wife.
After a shower I quickly sprinted downstairs so that I wouldn't have to meet Marcus.
I gulped my breakfast in a rush but my mood soured realising that I probably had to drive to the company in his car. Mine is good and well polished but anyways I had to meet him in office. So let's just get it over with.
Marcus came into the kitchen all dressed up in his suit looking as gorgeous as ever.
He took a seat across me and ate his food but the tension between us was too much.
Gosh this is embarrassing. I slowly excused myself and walked out the door to his car, unwilling to take in any more awkwardness.
As I got in he slid in after me and started the engine.
"Are you jealous?"
He smirked and I blushed a deep shade of red.
"Wh-what? Why would I be jealo- I can't believe you just asked that- you must be insan- " I stuttered while trying to utter some sane words.
Miserably failing I looked away and kept my face glued to the window.
We finally arrived at his company and I quickly got out to breath fresh tensionless air.
After composing myself I walked up the stairs to the entrance but was met with the most annoying person in the whole wide world.
Jake.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed.
"Oh me?" He asked pointing to himself. "Oh I was just checking when I'll be getting a niece or a nephew"
My jaw dropped to the floor at his words. He smirked at me and looked over my shoulder to speak to Marcus.
"Hey Marcus when am I gettin-" I smacked his lips with my hands and pushed him inside before he could utter a single word.
I gave him a death glare telling him to shut up before walking to the elevator, dragging him behind me.
We worked for sometime, Jake all in a business mood talking about a hotel with Marcus.
This was a rare side of Jake that I only saw when he was working. Sometimes it made me wonder whether he had multiple personality disorder.
"How about we get some coffee from the cafe near the company?" Marcus suggested and we all agreed since we needed something better than the cheap office coffee.
Marcus held my hand as we crossed the road to reach the cafe on the other side of the road. It was filled with customers and almost no empty seats but seeing Marcus the manager came running and gave us a spot near the window.
"You come here often?"
"No it's been years but the manager still remembers me"
"Of course he remembers you. You are in every business magazine" I scoffed as we sat down.
I stood in the queue to order our coffee. Marcus and Jake sat by the window, immersed in conversation. But Marcus saw me staring at them and raised his eyebrows playfully. I rolled my eyes and looked ahead.
I felt the man behind me in the queue standing closer to me than necessary. I looked behind me and frowned but the man kept his head down, his face shadowed due to his black cap.
I ignored his close presence and faced the front again but I felt someone squeezing my butt.
I instantly turned my head to scream at the man but behind the man I saw Marcus, his jaw clenched in anger as his eyes blazed with a vicious fire.
He stood up to punch the man but someone else kicked the him in the groin and he toppled to the floor.
The person lifted a stool and hit his back with it. He groaned in pain as the person kicked and placed a foot on the hand that he had touched me with.
I groaned in annoyance and strangled my face with the pillow.
Clara Bolton also runs a fashion designing company. She would also be competing in the contest and I hated her with all my life and soul.
I've known her since high school and she was the school bitch. She slept with literally anyone that would bring her to fame. But I was the smart kid and also the school's star student so she and I never got along.
And then she hated me again since I was more successful in life than her. The people who actually run her company were her parents because she didn't know anything about the business world.
I vaguely remember that she flirted with Marcus back in Florida. That pissed me off more now than ever before.
"I can't believe that I need to meet Clara" I groaned again, sprawling on the sheets.
"Why? She's nice"
Did he just freaking say that? I sat up and crossed my arms in front of my chest, trying to look as intimidating as possible.
" If you even think of speaking to her you're dead meat"
With that I went to the bathroom without glancing back at Marcus. I knew he was smirking. I could sense it through the back of my head.
I quickly closed the door with a loud thud out of embarrassment. I couldn't believe that I just said that. I sounded like a jealous wife.
After a shower I quickly sprinted downstairs so that I wouldn't have to meet Marcus.
I gulped my breakfast in a rush but my mood soured realising that I probably had to drive to the company in his car. Mine is good and well polished but anyways I had to meet him in office. So let's just get it over with.
Marcus came into the kitchen all dressed up in his suit looking as gorgeous as ever.
He took a seat across me and ate his food but the tension between us was too much.
Gosh this is embarrassing. I slowly excused myself and walked out the door to his car, unwilling to take in any more awkwardness.
As I got in he slid in after me and started the engine.
"Are you jealous?"
He smirked and I blushed a deep shade of red.
"Wh-what? Why would I be jealo- I can't believe you just asked that- you must be insan- " I stuttered while trying to utter some sane words.
Miserably failing I looked away and kept my face glued to the window.
We finally arrived at his company and I quickly got out to breath fresh tensionless air.
After composing myself I walked up the stairs to the entrance but was met with the most annoying person in the whole wide world.
Jake.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed.
"Oh me?" He asked pointing to himself. "Oh I was just checking when I'll be getting a niece or a nephew"
My jaw dropped to the floor at his words. He smirked at me and looked over my shoulder to speak to Marcus.
"Hey Marcus when am I gettin-" I smacked his lips with my hands and pushed him inside before he could utter a single word.
I gave him a death glare telling him to shut up before walking to the elevator, dragging him behind me.
We worked for sometime, Jake all in a business mood talking about a hotel with Marcus.
This was a rare side of Jake that I only saw when he was working. Sometimes it made me wonder whether he had multiple personality disorder.
"How about we get some coffee from the cafe near the company?" Marcus suggested and we all agreed since we needed something better than the cheap office coffee.
Marcus held my hand as we crossed the road to reach the cafe on the other side of the road. It was filled with customers and almost no empty seats but seeing Marcus the manager came running and gave us a spot near the window.
"You come here often?"
"No it's been years but the manager still remembers me"
"Of course he remembers you. You are in every business magazine" I scoffed as we sat down.
I stood in the queue to order our coffee. Marcus and Jake sat by the window, immersed in conversation. But Marcus saw me staring at them and raised his eyebrows playfully. I rolled my eyes and looked ahead.
I felt the man behind me in the queue standing closer to me than necessary. I looked behind me and frowned but the man kept his head down, his face shadowed due to his black cap.
I ignored his close presence and faced the front again but I felt someone squeezing my butt.
I instantly turned my head to scream at the man but behind the man I saw Marcus, his jaw clenched in anger as his eyes blazed with a vicious fire.
He stood up to punch the man but someone else kicked the him in the groin and he toppled to the floor.
The person lifted a stool and hit his back with it. He groaned in pain as the person kicked and placed a foot on the hand that he had touched me with.
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