Filed to story: The Girl He Craves Book by Demiah
The phone rang and Alice ushered me to answer it. She gave me a proud look the entire time Thad been on the phone.
Handing me the notepad, she had me write down the caller’s information and their purpose of calling
She grins brightly when I put the phone down. “You’re very good at this Sophie. I can see why Bernard’s been speaking so highly of you.”
I smiled.
“If you don’t mind me asking, I’ve noticed you’re quite young….. how old were you when you had your son?” Her question wasn’t annoying but it did catch me off guard.
It wasn’t the first time I have been asked this sort of question before. Mostly everyone had been skeptical of my age the moment they knew I had a child.
Society frowned upon young mothers, especially those who are teen moms.
Though eighteen is considered an adult, I was still a teen in many people’s eyes.
“I was eighteen when I had him,” I answered truthfully, seeing no point in lying to her. Alice was only curious, she didn’t mean for the question to be impolite and rude.
She nodded. “How old is he?” She asked in curiosity.
“He’s twenty-seven months. His name is Ashton but I love calling him Ash for short.” I told her his name just in case she asked me for it next.
She nodded and smiled. “I’m impressed.”!
My brows clench. She was impressed with what?
“With what?” I voiced out my confusion.
She laughed lightly. “I’m impressed you kept him and have come this far. You’re a deter mined mother, I could’ve sensed it the moment you stepped foot in Bernard’s office.”
She continued on. “Most girls at that age, eighteen or even younger than that, usually give the child up for adoption. It’s rare that I meet a once teen mom nowadays.” Alice said making me a bit uncomfortable being pushed into the spotlight.
Nearly three years of being a mother and I still haven’t gotten used to it. Far-less being com plimented as one.
I smiled awkwardly. Seeming to sense my change of mood, Alice resumes teaching me how to arrange the documents.
We go through the files until it was twelve. Alice told me to take a break and have lunch. I thanked her and headed for Bernard’s office before going.
My knuckles slammed on his door lightly.
“Come in.” Bernard’s voice filters through the door and reaches my ears.
Topened the door and peeked behind it. Bernard is at his desk, his glasses on, and looks very focused on the papers in his hands.
He lifts up his head when he hears the door open. He beams. “Oh Sophie come in, come in.” He ushers me in with his hand doing the motion.
Tentered the office but don’t bother closing the door knowing that I was heading back out in a minute.
“I just came to say that I’m going for lunch. Do you need anything?”
“Always looking out for me. But no, I have too much work on my plate to even consider eat ing right now. You enjoy your lunch.” He smiled and then asked.
“How’s it going so far with Alice? Are you grasping everything quickly?”
Inodded. “Everything is going fine, she’s the best teacher,” I said truthfully with a smile.
He looks rather pleased with my response and he nods. “I’m so happy you took this opportunity, Sophie. I’m glad to have you here.”
I could hear the honesty in his voice and it has my heart warming. Bernard really showed how much he cared about me today and for that, I too am glad I took this opportunity. I had a good feeling about this and promise myself that I would not disappoint him.
“I am too Bernard,” I admitted. We exchanged a few other words and then I leave.
I waved at Alice and headed for the elevators. I stopped short in the hall when I realized I had no idea where I was going to eat.
Alice is busy typing something on the computer and Bernard is really busy in his office. I did n’t want to disturb them by asking about where the staff canteen was or if they had someplace special for the workers to eat.
I wasn’t really a worker as yet but I was certain I could eat here right? Or should I leave the building and look around for a diner or restaurant?
Around here, food must be expensive and I currently only have twenty dollars sitting in my old wallet.
A food truck must be nearby? This was New York, I was sure I’d get somewhere to eat. But would I have enough money?
I sighed and just decided I should at least look for the staff canteen and if I wouldn’t be allowed in there, I’d figure it out.
There are two elevators, one on the left and one on the right. They’re mirroring each other.
I walked around the left corner and made my way over to the closest elevator.
I pressed the button. The doors slide open. I hear the doors opening on the other elevator and I furrow my brows when I feel a piercing stare on my back before I entered the elevator. It’s strange and has goosebumps raising on my skin.
I turn around to face who had their unwavering gaze on my back, but by the time I do, the doors are already sealed shut.
Who could’ve been watching me so intensely that my body reacted the way it did?
I shivered
The stare felt so familiar…
Aiden’s pov
“Yes right there.” I gritted out while pointing at the empty space that once had the desk.
The two men brought in the new desk, struggling underneath its weight.
I rolled my eyes when they placed it too far. I needed it in the middle. How hard can it be to follow damn instructions!?
“You incompetent fools!” I snarled, having them jumping out of their skin.
They looked over at me in fear. “S-ir we th-ought you s-aid h-ere
One of them stumbled on his words like the dumb fool he was.
“Just place the damn desk where I told you to place it. Place it right,” I lifted my finger and pointed at the spot again. “Here.”
This was the second new desk in the last two days, or should I say hours?
My secretary did a shitty job with getting me a very dark walnut-stained desk when I asked for honey maple stain.
I was tempted to fire her but I didn’t feel like interviewing another set of potential secre taries, I had her redeem herself today.
The desk came in a bit late, seeing as it was already noon. But that probably had to do with it being shipped from China.
The workers nodded quickly and finally set the desk exactly where I wanted it.
I don’t bother to thank them, only fixed my tie in frustration, “Get out.” I gritted, not wanting to be in the presence of incompetent fools any longer.
When they leave, I walked out of my office a few seconds later and made my way to my sec retary. She’s busy fixing her lipstick while looking at herself in the small mirror she held in her hand.
When she hears me approaching, she’s quick to push the lipstick and mirror into her opened purse. She looks at me nervously while brushing her palms down her shirt. “Mr. Xavier. Do you like the new desk