LIFE GOES ON
CHAPTER ONE
LEAVE IT THERE
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AN. Alright. Here I am. Posting this again. I admit it was a mistake to remove it but how could I know it beforehand, right? I confess that I was planning on taking away Reciprocated Love too, since I wanted to take it out of HA universe but truth is that I haven't taken the time to do it. So much work to put together the first four chapters as an introduction for starters. So here it is.
*For those who don't know what this mean, I have published this story in here about two years ago and then I removed it. Why I don't know, I just woke up one day knowing I should erase it, and I did. Now I mending my mistake. It's Reciprocated Love's sequel .
Enjoy.
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He left his phone on the table located in the farthest corner of his office and turned around with decision. It was about time. He needed to start at some moment. As always, the first step was the hardest and today was gonna be the first time he'd left it unattended, if only for the rest of the evening. He'd promised her he'd do it so there was no reverse. A soft buzz went off at the corner table and he cringed but didn't go back. His mind was made up.
The dark haired man sighed; and heading to the opposite wall, he opened the blinds. He saw Robbie in the yard playing with Sophie…. Another buzz. He closed his eyes just for a moment, then opened them again. The smile on his son's face was bright. James Brighton-Lewis smiled. There was no doubt he was so his mother's son. He was barely six and was already in love. He hummed to himself.
How long would it take from him to realize Sophie wasn't interested in him like that?
A buzzing sound again.
How long it'd take for him to start ignoring them? He cursed.
Sophie was sixteen and was George's -his bodyguard- daughter. She used to come over to stay with her father on weekends. She was a nice girl who enjoyed to play with Robbie. His son was on cloud nine when he was with her and his devotion towards her amused the teenager.
They waved as when they passed by the window riding Robbie's electric ride-on Ferrari. He waved back and then his sight focused behind them. George was calling his attention. James nodded to let him know he hadn't forgotten they'd meet at six at his office.
James sighed again and went back to his desk, willing to end once and for all the letter adressed to the only one person to whom he couldn't force to obey him.
He took his seat and re read the three paragraphs written down so far. It was filled with figures and percentages; real and estimated growing; the most important details were highlighted. His father was a very smart man and an expert legislator, but catching up with his own stuff bored him to death.
James took his pen and continued writing.
=That was the analysis of the conglomerate's financial report in short.
Now, about you:
One. Don't go all angry on them. If you'r not up to the last decisions it's only your fault.
Two. Admit before them you know they are doing a good job but you need to let them know you're now observant and that you're the boss.
Three. Not a word about I'll be assuming the Presidency next year. They'll know on due time"
Four. Be sure they're no touching DPB & L yet.
Five. Do not…
James squeezed his brains but nothing came to his help. He knew there was something missing. Something that was no vital, and yet…
Why was he trying to ignore it so hard?
He leaned back in his heavy chair and inhaled deeply.
The last day was always the worst. The last hours were almost torture; the last moments, agonizing. He was minutes away from losing his patience and getting angry. He groaned.
As his hands slid along his legs, ironing the fabric of his pants to ease his need, he wondered if she felt the same way. He knew that once doubts started to arise he'd swear she didn't miss them the way they missed her. He hated to think she was with him; the way he gloated about that behind her back got him insane. He grunted when a new buzz went off on his phone. His breath hitched and he closed his eyes. James cursed him.
Then he saw her. Close. Her intense blue eyes fixed on his… then they inched down to his lips. Her sinful red lips becoming a smirk. He adjusted himself. He knew she also missed them; missed him. Then he remembered that when she was back she always proved him just how much she'd longed for him when she was away. James slid down in his chair as she pushed him back and went downtown…
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I don't own Hey Arnold!
I don't own Ferrari.
But I own the plot and the OC.
Just a short prelude.
This story takes almost two years after the events described in Reciprocated Love chapter 52 and almost nine years from the original plot.
Since I'm posting it for second time I think I'll be able to update every few days. The story needs some edition and that'd be taking my time, mainly the last chapters but I assure you it won't change a little bit; it's the same fic that I wrote a couple of years ago. It has seven chapters, about 30k words and the rating will change to MA from now on.
Publicated on September 30, 2013.
Re published. September 21, 2015.