Marry me

Chapter Six.

During the meeting, the only thing I did was to smile when necessary and write stuff down in my notepad."

Just as the meeting was about to come to an end, Mr. Trevelyan's phone rang.

"Trevelyan," he snapped in to the phone. "Yes... It has been finalized... How would I have that information? What? I'll get back to you." He hung up. "Ms. Greene, it's time to leave." He snapped at me and I flinched. "I apologize. There's an emergency. We have to leave."

"It's alright," Mr. Thompson said with his British accent.

Mr. Trevelyan stood up abruptly and left the conference room and I followed suit, leaving my food behind. I contemplated snatching the food and gobbling it down, but I remembered his warning:

"Any single mistake and the contract is out."

So, I decided against it, even though I didn't see how eating food is a mistake. He rushed to the car and I scurried inside.

"Tyler, TE, now," He ordered and Tyler drove to Trevelyan Enterprises

*

"...At the port. I don't know... email it to me and Thomas. Track them down." He said into the receiver.

Whoever is on the other side of the call, must have shrunk to death. My subconscious is hiding at the back of her worn-out couch.

"Sir?"

"What?" He snapped and I shrunk back.

"I'm just being curious, but, what happened?" I asked and Tyler gave a look in the side mirror that said, Do not make it worse.

He sighed and ran his hands through his gelled hair, making it all mussed up. He still looked hot all the same.

"It's okay. It's nothing. It's fine," he said, but the way he said it was as if he was reassuring himself. Tyler didn't react, he just kept his eyes on the road. He sighed again and said, "I don't even understand how it is possible. One of my yachts in Abu Dhabi is missing."

I let out a tiny gasp.

Holy crap! A yacht!

"Yeah. It was stolen, how? I really don't know. I just know that the thieves are experts and all," he sighed again. "Tyler, change of plans, head to the nearest airport."

"Okay sir," Tyler said making a U-turn.

He phone rang again. He answered it without hesitation. "No," he said. "Tell me something I don't know... I don't think so. Alright."

I really had no idea what was going on and I didn't bother to ask him.

*

I got to the apartment at 7 PM. Kate was already at home. She was watching TV as usual with a tub of ice cream in her hand.

"Hi, Kate." I plopped down on the couch and took a deep breath.

"Hi. What's up? How was the meeting?" She asked. "I've been trying to call you but I couldn't get through."

"Yeah. My battery died."

"How was it?" She wiggled her brows at me.

"It was okay." I let out a groan as I stretched on the couch. "Until we had to leave because of an emergency."

"What emergency?"

"Apparently, a yacht of his in Abu Dhabi is missing. I think he's going there or something."

She stared at me blankly for a while before blinking out of her trance. "Wait, for real?" I nodded in response. "Damn."

"I know, right?" I agreed. I stood up from my seat and headed towards the kitchen. "I'm so hungry."

"So, what happened? Did he use some connections to find the thieves?"

"I have no idea. I didn't think he was in the best mood to answer any more questions at that moment. A lot happened at work today." I walked out of the kitchen with a sandwich in my hand.

"Oh, spill."

"I arrived earlier than Mr. Hothead-"

"Mr who? Trevelyan?" She bit her lip, trying to contain her laughter.

"Yeah, I call him that in my head, along with Mr. Bossy, Mr. CEO, Mr. Bossy CEO." I stuffed a sandwich in my mouth.

"Ohmigosh." Kate laughed.

"What?" I said, pretending to be oblivious. "As I was saying, I arrived earlier, a friend, Susan showed me my office, it was beautiful, just like the boss's," I said dreamily.

"Really?" she exclaimed. "I'm gonna ditch my job and apply for an interview at your work," she joked.

"So, then, I was daydreaming as usual and then Mr. Hothead's manager was suddenly hovering over my face," I said stuffing more sandwich in my mouth.

"Ohmigosh, he kissed you!" She widened her eyes.

"No," I said immediately. "He didn't. He was just staring into my eyes like a creep. He said his name is Eric Scott. Mr. CEO got angry and told me to get him a cup of coffee from the coffee room that was twelve floors below in ten seconds."

"He was joking right?"

"Nah, I came back with his coffee and he said I was late. He warned me never to try that again."

"Coming late with the coffee or daydreaming at work?" she asked and I shrugged.

"I don't know. He said I should continue with my work and I was like, What work? Only for me to go to my office, to see piles of files on my desk."

"Shit!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah. He told me to type them out." I ate the last of my sandwich. "When I was done, he told me to go back at two to go change my outfit for the meeting," I finished and stared at Kate's expression.

"I'll go have a bath," I said walking to my room.

"He really is a shitty hot asshole." I heard Kate say.

"A hot crappy bastard, I tell you," I called back.