When Ingrid went to her office, she notices the strange stares from her subordinates. The security guard were smiling to her unusually; the receptionists were looking at her suspiciously."Is there some trouble happened? Why do I feel strange stares from these people?" she mused but then, she just shrugged it off. The moment she entered the elevator, a man hurriedly came in, and she did not look at him.
However, she could smell that male scent again which reminds her of that b.u.mping incident.
"Gosh! Why do I smell this? And why my face feels hot? Should I look at him? Or should I just ignore him?" and she chose the latter, she stared at the wall and did not care who was with here.
She could feel the pressure around them and it gets to her nerve.
"Uhm, excuse me, do you work here?"
"oh those bedroom voice again!"
"Yes," she answered without looking at the man.
"Isn"t it rude not to look at the person who"s talking to you?" the man said with full authority in his voice.
"Arrogant! Just who do you think you are?!" she sighed first before she answered.
"I apologize. I was thinking something else. What can I do for you?" And she looked at him.
Her mind went blank upon seeing him, the mesmerizing eyes as if looking to her soul, those lips which invites her to go near him. He seems cold yet seductive in every way; he seems distant but once captured, will be loyal.
"Those eyes are so familiar." She suddenly thought. Her eyes become alert, moving to and fro.
"Could you lead me to the CEO"s office, please?" he demands.
"Patience, patience, patience." She mumbled
Then the elevator door then opened and some employees were standing outside and gasped when they saw them walk out together and they could only greet them. Instead of going inside the elevator, they stopped and talked among themselves.
"Pinch me, please!" a female employee said. "Ouch! It hurts!"
"Gosh! The future CEO and the supposed to be CEO walked together? This is news!" another one declared.
"But hey, looking at Ma"am Ingrid, I think she didn"t know it"s the boss" son." A male employee commented.
"But what am I wondering if Ma"am Ingrid been affected by sir Cliff"s presence? I mean, look at her, she seems lack in emotion.." then they all looked at each other and then to the two person who pa.s.sed by.
"I got an idea... let"s have a bet! Whether or not Ma"am Ingrid be affected by Sir Cliff."
"Affected? It"s an easy bet, why not we bet if they will develop a romantic relationship within a year, what you think?" he let out a laugh.
"Great idea! How much should we bet?" the female employee said with a scheming smile.
....
"Freya? Where"s Mr. Briggs?" Freya was startled.
"H-he"s inside ma"am, with–" then automatically she opened the door.
"Mr. Briggs–" she could not finish her sentence when she saw that he is in the middle of a meeting. "Oh, sorry, I thought, you are not busy, sir."
"Oh no, it"s okay dear," he said sweetly. His son frowned.
"I happened to meet, Mr–?" then she looked at the man behind him.
"Clifford Briggs,"
"Ahh, yes Mr. Clifford and he"s looking for you, so I a.s.sumed that he already has his appointment with you. Wait... what...? Clifford Briggs?!"
"Cliff? Why"s Ingrid with you? Do you know each other?" the old man interrupted and his gaze shifted from Cliff to her, puzzled.
"Who? Him? Me? Nope, sir, we just b.u.mped... no, I mean, we"re on the same elevator and he ask for your office so I ushered him here." The old man"s mouth formed into an 0 shape and was amused.
"Ingrid, dear, I apologize if you meet each other this way." Her eyes were so wide and full of surprise.
"I want you to meet my son, Clifford Briggs. Cliff meet Ingrid Howard, the company"s Executive Vice-President."
The people in the room fell silent; all of them were antic.i.p.ating what will happen next.
"So you are the famous woman my father has been talking about," he gazed at her intensely.