Filed to story: The Girl He Craves Book by Demiah
The ringing stops and I feel bad. But as soon as my fingers near the call back button, the ringing starts again. I answer quickly and put her on speaker.
“Ingrid.”
“Oh darling I thought I called you at the wrong time.” Ingrid’s warm voice filters through the other end.
You have no idea.
But instead of voicing that out, I replied. “No not at all.”
“Are you off to work right now? Where’s Ashton? Is he at the daycare already? Oh no did I miss him?” I can already hear the pout in her voice when I’m about to tell her that I just dropped off Ash. “No, I’m not going to work today. And I actually just got out from the daycare. I’m just about to head off
I stopped, wondering if I should tell her about the opportunity Bernard thrust into my lap. I didn’t want to give her false hope, especially if I wasn’t sure whether I can actually do the work that they would bestow on me or not.
“Shanks. Ugh, I knew I should’ve called earlier. I miss hearing his voice.” Ingrid complained.
I snorted. “You video called him last night.”
Ingrid argued. “That was twelve hours ago. That’s half a day Sophie!”
I rolled my eyes yet a smile spread across my face.
“You said you’re not going to work today? Is something wrong, are you feeling okay?” She asked quickly with concern. “I’ve told you many times to drink a hot cup of tea every morning be fore going to work.” I sighed. Oh God, not another lecture from her.
“I did drink some tea earlier on. I’m not sick Ingrid so don’t fuss over me. I’m just going to run some errands.” I lied smoothly. I deserve a pat on the back honestly.
She sighed in relief. “Good. Then if you’re busy, I’ll let you be on your way. I’ll call back when you and Ash are home.” She promises.
After a few other words passed between us, we said our goodbyes and Ingrid ends the call.
I swear she only calls to talk to Ash and not me. I smiled at that thought and went back to starting my car.
The sound of the engine roaring had me yelling out a yes as I moved out of the parking lot.
Twenty minutes later, I’m pulling up to Harrington.co building. It’s huge. That’s the first thing I noticed about it. The second was the huge sign that spelled out their business name.
I stare in awe and then looked down at my attire. I frowned. I didn’t look good enough to even step foot in here.
I smoothed out the blouse, cursing at the barely visible yellow stains. I cleary looked like a homeless person who was just playing dress up.
Igroan and slammed my forehead on the steering wheel. It beeps loudly and I’m quick to lift my head. I smiled in embarrassment when everyone who was roaming about, stared at me.
I sink into the seats.
Maybe I should forget about this. I don’t deserve to be here. I’m already embarrassing my self as it is. What if I get in there and act more of a fool?
I whimper and then sighed.
Yes, I should definitely just call it a day and leave. I’m not cut out for this life.
Fixing myself back into my seat, my fingers brush the keys when my eyes sweep to his pic ture stuck on my dashboard.
Ash.
Twas doing this for Ash.
I can’t give up yet.
Not so soon.
Nodding with a new sense of hope and determination, I unbuckled myself thanking the heav ens that it came out easier than yesterday.
Topened the door and put out one of my legs. The heels I had on belonged to Ria and it was way too high for me to handle. But the others were higher, so I had no choice but to take this one.
It was a fancy black stiletto and was the only thing that actually looked like it belonged here.
I got out fully, not allowing myself to chicken out again and really call it a day. I closed the door, wincing at the loud screech it made through the burstling area.
Many eyes snapped toward me, but this time I didn’t allow them to make me uncomfortable. I kept my chin up and strut toward the building.
There are two bulky men dressed in black suits on either side of the entrance door. They look serious and honestly, scary.
I gathered the courage to walk up to them, greeted them politely and they replied with a stiff nod,
I let out a shaky breath as I stop and looked at the glass doors. Nodding to myself and re ceiving weird looks from the security guards, I step in when they opened automatically.
The air is cooler here than outside where the sun was already kissing everyone’s skin. The cool air is well welcomed.
My eyes scan the area and my mouth parts in awe. I thought the outside was magnificent, but the inside was extraordinarily beautiful. Everything looked spotless from the floors to the ceiling. “Ooph.” I let out when someone shouldered me by accident. I turned around.
“Don’t stand up in the damn way next time.” The woman hisses as she continues to walk away with her phone beside her ear.
Wow, how rude. I thought with my brows furrowing.
Shaking my head, I continued to look for the reception area. When I saw it, I sighed in relief.
‘I headed over there and beamed at the woman who looked to be in her early twenties. “Hi there.” I smiled politely but her blue eyes only left mine to focus on the computer screen before her.
I frowned. Was everyone here so rude and unwelcoming?
Shaking my thoughts out of my head, I tried again. There was no harm in trying again right?
“You don’t happen to be Becca?” I asked, hoping she’d acknowledge me this time.
The woman rolls her eyes and mine drop to the name tag pinned to her dark blue blouse.
Katie.
Well, that was definitely not Becca.
Wincing at my mistake, I opened my mouth to apologize but a very familiar voice, belonging to a male, cut in loudly and made me freeze instantly.” Sophie.”
Sophie’s pov
I whipped around, my eyes wide at how loud he shouted my name.
Bernard grins and steps out of the elevator. He struts over to me quickly, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he stands before me.
“You came.” He looks stunned yet pleased. “I knew you would.”
“Mr. Beckam
The receptionist started but Bernard cuts her off with a wave of his hand.
“I will take it from here,” He told her cooly and turned around. “Follow me, Sophie.”
I do as I was told, making sure to stay close to Bernard but not too close as he heads back to the elevator.
“How did you know I was in the lobby?” I asked when we entered the elevator.