So I think this fic will be my take on the 2010 Narla scenes so I will probably adapt and add more to them and it will also include the 2010 siege and possibly go on to other storylines but I'm not sure yet. I hope you like this.

As I sit at my desk, doing some work I hear the door slide open and look up to see Sean putting his coat on.

"I'm about to get off for Lunch but there's some bloke here to see you, he's not got an appointment."

I look up in confusion wondering who it could be.

"Who is it?" I ask, anxious to know more.

"It's Gail Platt's son!" Sean exclaims pulling a rather odd face which just leaves me even more confused.

"What, the small one with brown hair?" I ask, wondering why on earth David Platt would be wanting a meeting.

"No, her other one." Sean raises his eye brows and gives me a look.

I never knew Gail had another son, not that I'd ever really talked to her.

"Well, what does he want?" I enquire, still not understanding why Gail Platt's son is wanting to talk to me.

"Search me," Sean replies. "Says he wants a word," he continues.

"Tell him to make an appointment," I sigh in annoyance as I attempt to get back to my work.

"He's absolutely gorgeous," Sean says in a hushed tone whilst leaning forwards.

I know it really shouldn't sway my business judgement but before I know it I've answered him.

"Give him five minutes," I hear Sean let out a small chuckle before I see him leave, presumably letting my visitor go into my office.

I continue with carrying on with my work until I hear a familiar voice which causes me to instantly look up.

"Hello again."

Meeting his eyes, I let a small smile creep across my face.

"Hang on, you're Gail Platt's son?" I ask, astounded.

The man from the other day. The man who not only bumped into me but also proceeded into helping me up afterwards.

Nick Tilsley.

"Nick Tilsley, if you didn't remember," he holds out his hand to me as he greets me in a smug tone which just intrigues me further.

"Carla Connor," I greet him as I take his hand.

I can't stop the smile from staying on my face as we announce our names despite the fact we both know how much we remember each other.

It may have been a week ago but that moment has been on my mind ever since. I couldn't understand why though. It was embarrassing, mortifying and yet I couldn't wait to meet him again.

There was something about him, something I just couldn't put my finger on.

"Couldn't keep away I see?" I say, attempting to act calm even thou I can feel my heart hammering against my skin. There's something about him that just makes my heart race. I know this isn't normal, I've only met the guy twice but I just can't help it.

He smiles in return.

"I can see you're busy, I'll keep it brief. I used to run this place with Mike Baldwin," he starts to explain as he looks inquisitively around my office.

"I learned most of what I know in here," he reminisces whilst I stare at him wondering when he was going to get to the point.

"Hardly recognise the place, coming in." He continues.

"Well, we had a major refit a while back," I explain.

"So are you going to cut to the chase then? As you said, I'm a very busy woman," I tell him. More than anything, I'm just curious as to why he is here. To which he replies with a smirk.

"Okay, well I've been looking for investment opportunities," he starts to explain and suddenly I realise what he's getting at.

"This was top of my list," Nick continues.

"So you want to... what? Buy into the business?" I ask because as much as he has interested me since I met him, I'm not interested in having another business partner.

"I'd love to look into it. I've got the money, I've got the experience, I don't see why not. I could be a real asset." He attempts to reason with me.

I nod to show I understand what he's saying but I just can't bring myself to accept his offer. To say my previous relationships with my business partners have been tough would be an understatement.

"For your information, I have a partner and I'm doing just fine thanks. Like you said, I'm a busy woman so if you don't mind," I hint at him. I still feel this strange attraction towards him but I'm trying to make sure he definitely gets the message.

He starts to laugh, "I didn't mean to offend you but it's a genuine offer. You think about it, eh? I'll be in touch," he winks at me as he leaves and I'm forced to suppress the smile that is desperate to be shown as soon as he winked at me.

For the rest of the day, I just can't get the offer out of my head.

I know it's a bad idea to have someone else involved with the business and there's no guarantee Tony would even play ball and yet I just can't get it out of my head, well more so I can't get him out of my head.

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