Meeting Mr. Mogul(58)

"And you already knew about it because of this facial expression,  right?" I countered. I didn't even point out whether he was wrong or  not.

"Yes, and the aura also helped," he admitted softly in worry. "What did  Mr. Perfect, rich and handsome do?" he asked with thick sarcasm.

"Everything. That's what he did," I whispered sadly as I slowly sunk in  back to the foul mood I had this morning when I found out about  everything. I wasn't about to tell Terry every detail. I can only give  him the gist of the situation. One, I quit my job. Two, I only did  number one knowing that my father would like to go home. Three, number  two didn't work in my favor at all. Four, I fell for William Maxwell and  his lies.

Terry already knew that I had a thing for William, but he didn't know  how far I had fallen for the man. I don't get why I was so attracted to  him now that I've truly seen what he was like. And to be honest, he  wasn't really all that much as what people think, or perhaps I was only  thinking of such things because of what he had said.

Terry allowed me to crash on his couch again for a few nights, and  agreed to take me to my place when his work was done to get a few of my  things. When he left for work, I took this time to sleep. Any sort of  entertainment was bland in my sight at the moment.

The next thing I knew, after being drawn by a dark void as I closed my  eyes, someone had lightly kicked my legs a few times. At first, I  thought I was dreaming about someone kicking me until the hit becomes  more prominent.

"Are we going to your place or not?" Terry asked monotonously as he repeatedly kicked my leg.

"Why are you kicking me? You should be kicking a certain prick instead."  I mumbled sleepily, slowly turning my body on my back and face the  ceiling.

"Do you want to get your things tomorrow morning? You look beat. I only  woke you up because I didn't want you to be pissed about it in the  morning."

"Let's do this now. I don't want to cross paths with anyone tomorrow." I  slowly got up from the couch with my eyes still half closed.

"Your shoes are here." Terry waved my shoes in front of me.

"Thank you."

I didn't know how I had walked all the way downstairs to Terry's bike,  but the next thing I knew I was gripping on his waist for dear life. He  accelerated through the empty, dark streets towards my apartment. It  took us less than ten minutes to get there rather than the usual twenty  minutes. It makes you wonder how fast Terry drove that motorcycle.   





 

"You can stay here. I'll be quick." I commanded softly as I jumped down the ride and took off my helmet.

I didn't wait for his reply and quickly entered the apartment building  with my purse in hand. As I entered the elevator, I pressed the button  for my floor and on the close door button. While I waited, I dug into my  purse and looked for the keys. I planned on making this quick and  silent, if I can. That plan was only possible because it was almost one  in the morning.

In less than ten minutes, I had stashed my old backpack with some  clothes and shoes for work, some casual shirts and pants and sleepwear,  plus my toiletries. I pondered on bringing my other things with me, but I  didn't want to ride a bike with huge boxes on board. So with a  discontented sigh, I made my way out of my apartment and down the lobby.

When I got out of the clear glass door, Terry had stood by the same  place I left him. He took my command to heart. I leered at his stance  and shook my head in amusement.

"Come on. Let's go. I'm tired and I'm sure you are, too."

"So, no one is staying at your place while you are staying at mine?" he asked as he handed me my helmet back.

"Yes. Why?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at the unexpected question.

"How about we make a deal?" He offered with a sly grin.

"I'm listening … "

"You can stay at my place while I stay at yours." He stated with a smile.

"That is not deal. You're making it sound like an exchange, but you get the upper hand with my gorgeous apartment." I snorted.

"Hey! My place is awesome, too. You seem attached to it." He smirked cheekily.

"Yeah, yeah." I playfully pushed him towards his bike as I wore the helmet. "Let's go already. I'll think about it."

Terry sighed but followed my orders and hopped in his ride.

I hoped that tomorrow would not be as eventful as today, but then I remembered I was going to be formally resigning.





Thirty-Seven





I was too lazy to get up the next morning. I felt like a heavy weight  was being placed on my back as I tried to turn on the couch. When I sat  up, I could feel a numb sensation from my neck down to the soles of my  feet.

I grunted as I slowly stood. I wasn't paying attention to my  surroundings while I was doing it, but since I just woke up, I would  have at least five percent conscious of my surroundings.

"What's with the grandma sounds?" Terry asked in amusement as he leaned  by the wall near the television, making me jump up in surprise.

"What th- Why are you awake at this hour?" I asked dumbfounded as I eyed him in shock.

"I have a breakfast date with Andrew today. And what is your excuse for  waking up at ten in the morning?" He countered, raising his eyebrow at  me in question.

"What do you mean it's ten?" I asked, trailing off as my eyes zoned in  at the wall clock across me. I gasped in realization and animatedly  jumped out of the couch towards the bathroom.

Terry just stood as he watched and laughed at me the whole time. He  patiently waited for me to finished dressing up as he offered me a ride  to work. I was in the middle of brushing both my hair and teeth when I  replied a thank you. He laughed some more at how I was able to  concentrate on what he just said.

In less than fifteen minutes, we were both out of the door and on the  road to work. On the way there, I hadn't really thought about how things  would play out. Work consisted of seeing my boss, who I still had mixed  feelings whether I hate or be grateful towards her. Plus, there was my  other concern in work: William Maxwell. I don't know what to say to him  at all. At least towards Alexandra, I would be saying things that are  related to work, but to him, I have nothing but personal stuff to talk  about. And I have no one but myself to blame.

When Terry parked in front of the company building, things had finally  dawned on me. I sat there, still holding on to him, like a statue. For a  second, Terry teased me, but when I continued to remain stagnant, he  finally realized something was wrong with me.

"Andy, is everything alright? Do you want to take the day off?" he asked  when he was able to take my hand off of him and turned to look at me.  "You look pale right now."   





 

"I'm fine … " I replied breathlessly as I got a grip on myself. "I'm a  little dazed on what I'm going to do today," I added with more volume.

"What are you doing anyway? You haven't really told me everything yet," he asked sounding slightly annoyed.

I looked at him dead in the eyes. "I'll tell you when I have finally  done it. For now, you should go and have a beautiful breakfast date with  Andrew …  or, a lunch date anyway since it's almost noon."

"It's called brunch Andy," he stated with a chuckle. "Well, you have to  tell me when you get back, and no more shortcuts. I want details this  time," he commanded seriously, but the teasing glint in his eyes stayed.  "Run along now. You are late."

"Yes, sir!" I saluted and turned around military style towards the building, which made Terry burst into a roll of laughter.

In the lobby, Danny was busy with something since her head was down  while a phone was stuck on her ear. I wanted to approach her and ask  something, but decided against it. So I quickly made my way towards the  elevator, hoping she didn't see me gawking her.

The ride up was suffocating as my heart started to beat a little faster  than normal. My nerves had gotten the better of me. I didn't know if I  could keep a straight face on. From my father's reaction yesterday, I  didn't know if I could do it now.

The elevator opened up to my floor without any stops. I felt the  tightening on the pit of my stomach, making it turn in pain. I didn't  know if it was my nerves or just hunger, but either way, I felt  nauseous.

"Andy!" Maggie looked at me in shock as I walked towards my desk.

"Hey, Is Ms. Maxwell in her office?" I asked, unaffected by her surprise.

"Oh! Yes, she has been there since this morning … " she replied, trailing  off as she continued to look at me in surprise. "Are you okay?"

I replied with a timid smile before I placed my things on my desk and  turned towards Alexandra's office to tell her I had arrived. Maggie  didn't say anything, which meant Alexandra had been expecting me.

I knocked on the door twice before I entered. For a second, I wondered  where I got my confidence since the butterflies in my stomach hadn't  disappeared at all.

"Ms. Maxwell. Can I have a few seconds of your time?" I asked as I entered her office.