fanqie novel
04
“I got it, I’ll take a ham and cheese sandwich with a Diet Coke.” Connor orders paying for the both of us as well.
“You didn’t have to do that you know.” I say turning around and walking back to our table with food in my hands.
“I know but what kind of best friend would I be if I let you pay yourself? We are best friends right?” He asks with a hopeful expression.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
“Of course we are! Bffl!” I exclaim with a giggle taking a bite of my sandwich. Moments later blondie from this morning walks past rolling her eyes at me. Annoyed I shout
“Keep rolling your eyes, maybe you’ll find a brain back there.” Earning laughter from the other employees. Huffing she struts back to her table and I continue chewing my sandwich.
“Woah I never knew you were such a feisty little thing!” Connor replies with a chuckle.
“I am Hispanic and we’re know for picking fights for the heck of it.” I reply with a smirk. God Mr. Stone is rubbing off on me.
“Aww my little Latina firecracker is a badass!” Connor exclaims with what I assume was suppose to be a Hispanic accent but came out sounding southern. Staring at him expressionless for a couple moments, we both burst out laughing and continue eating.
Once lunch was over Connor and I throw our trash away and exchange numbers before I walk towards the elevators to resume work. When I got back to Mr. Stone’s office I knocked several times waiting for a “come in.” Walking in I take a seat in front of him and wait for him to speak.
“I need you to grab your notepad and things, we’re heading to another meeting but this one is at a restaurant.” He informs me. Nodding I get up and grab my things before following him out the door towards the elevators. Once inside I reached to press the bottom floor but was instead met with a hand that sent sparks up my arm. Jerking it back I make sure to keep my head down so he doesn’t see the blush on my face.
Exiting the elevator, we walk out Stone industry and Mr. Stone leads me towards a limo opening the door for me. With a “thank you” I slowly slide into the limo trying to distance myself from Mr. Stone. Closing the door he gives the chauffeur an address and relaxes back into his seat. After a few minutes of the tense silence it’s broken by Mr. Stone.
“Would you like a drink Ms. Winters?” He asks bringing a glass of champagne in my direction. Not wanting to be rude, I take the glass with a smile and bring it up to my lips taking a sip. The sweet yet pungent drink fills my taste buds as I swallow it down. Setting the glass down in one of the cup holders I look out the window to see buildings fly past. The limo hits a speed bump causing me to fly onto Mr. Stone’s lap. Looking up at him, I’m lost in his gorgeous pools of golden and hazel as I remain in his lap. Staring back at me, I spot a look of confusion and a bit of content cross his face before I try to get out of his lap. Gripping my hips, he keeps me in place leaving a trail of sparks wherever he touched. Our intense moment is cut off with the chauffeur announcing our arrival. Shaking my head with a blush, I grab my things and open the door exiting.
Adjusting my dress, I wait for Mr. Stone to exit the limo leading us inside a very classy and expensive looking restaurant. Gasping I take a moment to look around before I continue to walk alongside Mr. Stone.
“Table for Stone” he tells the lady who pulled down her shirt and batted her eyes in a fail attempt to look sexy. With a smirk Mr. Stone follows the women to our table to find a man already sitting there. Standing up he shakes hands with Mr. Stone and proceeds to look me up and down, a look of approval crossing his face.
“And who’s this beautiful lady Ivan? A new girlfriend I assume.” He asks Mr. Stone who looks back at me before replying.
“No Jason, she’s my new assistant.” He replies curtly. Knowing he won’t introduce me, I take the chance and do it myself.
“Amelia Winters, it’s a pleasure to meet you Jason.” I say with a smile to which he smirks
“The pleasure is all mine Amelia” he says taking my hand and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. With a slight blush, I look at Mr. Stone to see him glaring at Jason and I before taking a seat.
“If you’re done flirting, I’d like to start this meeting.” He says with a cold expression on his face yet again. Sitting down next to him, I take out the notepad ready to take notes if needed.
“So how’d you end up working for Ivan in Stone Industry?” Jason asks with a look of curiosity. Not wanting to be rude I respond
“Well Jason, I recently graduated from Yale university and moved out on my own to pursue a career in the business industry. That’s when I found an ad for an opening in Stone Industry and decided it was my chance to show everyone that I wasn’t some little girl.” I reply looking down at my lap feeling weird that he’s showing me so much attention instead of discussing the deal with Mr. Stone. On que Ivan clears his throat snapping Jason out of his daze.
“Shall we continue or would you guys like to keep playing 21 questions?” Mr. Stone snaps shooting me a glare.
“I was gonna sign the deal anyway, seeing as you’ve never come up with a bad idea and this one is probably your best one yet. Count me in.” Jason says with a smile before signing a contract I didn’t see Mr. Stone pull out. Slightly annoyed Mr. Stone puts the contract back into his briefcase before standing up. Following his lead, Jason and I stand up as well bidding our goodbyes.
“I hope to see you again Amelia.” Jason flirts sending me a wink.
“Maybe in the near future.” I reply before smiling politely and walking out with Mr. Stone. Knowing I was in for a talk, I slid back into the limo and waited for him to snap. Once he closes the door the scowling began.
“You know it’d be great if you could stop making everything about you all the time. I hired you to assist me when needed not go around chatting up a storm with all my clients.” He shouts in anger startling me.
“I’m not making everything about me! It’s not my fault all your clients would much rather talk to me than you. Maybe if you didn’t look like you had a stick up your ass all the time, people would find you more approachable!” I shout back instantly regretting it when his expression turned cold.
“Just because you’re my new assistant doesn’t mean you are above me. I am the head of Stone Industry and you’re just a mere nobody, don’t you ever forget your place.” He says with a voice that sent chills up my spine and not in a good way. Not backing down I reply
“Just because you own an industry doesn’t make you above anyone else. Why don’t you step off your high horse and get an attitude adjustment!” I bite back matching his glare with one of my own.
“Get out of my limo” He replies and I oblige slamming the door in the process. Recognizing my surroundings, I walk into the library I use to study at when I was still in college. Looking around I find myself a good book and sit down in one of the many chairs opening the book to escape reality for awhile.
I’m snapped out of my book when the librarian taps my shoulder, informing me it was time to go. Walking outside I’m hit with the chilly New York air making me quickly put on my coat. Sighing, I begin my walk back to Stone Industry to retrieve my car which was 20 minutes away. I could feel my ears starting to numb from the cold and I hug my jacket closer hoping to stay warm. A few minutes later, I hear a car pull up towards me and I feel my heart beat quicken but continue walking anyway. The car drives alongside me for a few more seconds before I hear a voice that made me smile gratefully
“Amelia! What on earth are you doing walking in this weather?!? Get in my car I’ll drive you home” Connor shouts at me ushering me towards his car. Grateful that my prayers were answered, I hop inside his car and demand for him to crank the heat up. After a few moments I hear Connor’s voice break the silence.
“Mind telling me what possessed you to walk home in this freezing weather Amelia?” Connor asks glancing at me before looking back at the road.
“I came here with Mr. Stone to a meeting in a fancy restaurant but his client seemed to pay more attention to me then him. He didn’t like that so once we got back into the limo, he started yelling at me as if I were a child so I yelled back. Apparently Mr. Stone doesn’t like being talked back to so be kicked me out of the limo in this weather.” I fill him in still trying to warm up.