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Reminder – I wrote this before Twilight came out, so I didn't know anything about what happened. I'll just try to follow the storyline.
Sorry I'm so late with the second chapter. I didn't that much reviews so I stopped working on the story. But that I'm back, with the beautifully crafted second chappie. Yeh right.
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I shifted around for a while, assorting paperwork for SlaterCorp. My desk was so stacked up with paper that it made it almost impossible to see even cross the room. So many incomplete forms to fill. So much time to waste.
My nameplate shone glossily in the warm, brilliant sunlight. Susannah Simon, Accountant.
Who would have even thought that I'd even make it this far? After my years of education in college, I have finally gotten my bachelors degree. The fact that I'm an even an accountant even blew me away. Out of all the jobs, I picked accounting, which I'm actually pretty pleased with.
When I met Paul two years ago here in Connecticut, he always insisted that I probably should have gotten a more volunteer-y job. Hah, accounting is far from volunteer work. But then again, I am volunteering my time at SlaterCorp, so it works out anyway.
As much it pains to admit, I loved my job. Paul was good to me, and had kept his distance ever since hiring me, which surprised me far more than I could say. He even brings girlfriends to the job, making me feel so much safer.
Happy to finally put the past behind us, I wouldn't be any more content. A few times I even caught my own reflection smiling back at myself while working. Now how many people would admit themselves happy at a workspace.
I like the way he treats me around here. Like another employee. Never have I felt so comforted by the way we manage things so professionally.
I was rewarded an office for my hard work 3 months after being hired. I was so thrilled by the idea of my own office that I hugged Paul so hard I was actually afraid of choking the life out of my own boss.
The office, oh I just adored it so much.
The room was finely polished, and shone in the glossy warm rays from the window. Massive wooden furniture filled every corner, taking up for space. But nothing could have made me felt emptier inside. Sometimes I wonder what it would've felt like to have one of those tight boxy office outside. I would wander around and hear the cheerful voices of the co-workers with their little radios playing different tunes. Each cubby containing a picture of two of loved ones.
People connected and talked to each other. They were . . . friends. Something I've so longed for. Whatever happened to me? Where were my friends? Even I questioned myself that.
I knew how many people would have traded an arm or a leg for my office. It almost made me look conceited.
The office was gorgeous. Everything was posh wood, and brought a warm, homey surrounding. The accents were classic, but also very professional. The wooden room was streaked with sweet bits of honey pigment.
There was a beautiful cherry tree outside my office. It still hasn't blossom at this season of the year, but the flower buds were maturing, announcing spring's arrival. Sunlight seeped through the curtains.
A vase of flowers sat neatly on my table. This week, daisies. I certainly can't say that they were my favorites, lilies were, but they were gorgeous all the same. They fell in every direction, falling into an adjustable place.
"I'll surprise you," Paul had said when I arrived at my office for the first time. He had a bouquet of yellow roses, for friendship. (A/N: Sorry, I don't know about flowers, but I think it says that in a movie I once saw.) They were stunning. I accepted that friendship, and filled my space in this company. I couldn't have been happier by the way things got along here.
So each week, I receive a new type of flower. It keeps me guessing. And I'm pleased with any types of flower I got. It sort of relieved me that lilies haven't sown up yet. I'd like the think that Paul doesn't know as much about me as he would've liked.
I stood up, pacing around the room. I finally poked my head out, eyeing the surrounding like a shy turtle coming out of its shell. Finally, I caught Paul's eyes. His shocking blues against my envious greens. Our eyes locked, he waved, gesturing for me to come out.
Sighing, I was glad for another excuse to be around more people. Nobody would believe it if I had told them that I was a prisoner in my homy office. Happy, yet still a prisoner.
Arabesque, his current girlfriend, was with him. I see that he's been laying off the snobby-model looking ones and is going for the more natural look. She was perched on top of his desk, gazing at him longingly with those hazel eyes of hers.
I've hung around with Ari for days recently; she's trying to get more inside info on Slater. I can't say that I've been a good help, since we hardly had that kind of a relationship. She was good natured and laid back. She would always talk with honey laced in her voice, I'd say that she was one of the most persuasive person I've met.
Arabesque had a modern, hippie look. She always wore skimpy low cut shirts, paired up with those baggy-yet-comfortable bottoms. I checked that her thongs weren't sticking out like all of Paul's ex girlfriends. Her dark hair swayed at her hips, trimmed just perfect. She was hardly a Barbie, but she was stunning all the same.
"Hey Suze," she smiled with a dazed look, adjusting her messenger bag so it hung neatly down her skinny shoulders. "Man, this coffee tastes bitchy. I was just recommending to Paul here that he should get tea in the office, they are so much healthier than this junk." And with that, she took a low sip, nibbling at the cup. I tried to hide my laughter.
She bent down to kiss him sweetly on the lips. I smiled adoringly, how cute was that?
He pulled away, looking blissful, never taking his eyes away from her. Coughing, he arranged the pens on his desk. I realized that he wasn't a very personal guy. Never did he have any pictures or anything that related to his personal life. I wondered that Jack looked like now. Maybe he's grown, but I'd never get to know.
I also respected him for that. I could see how business never mixes with your personal life. On the other hand, I was quite different. A had a few frames of my family, they all looked so blissful and happiness glistened in their eyes. There was one with Cee, Adam, and I sitting at the beach. How naïve we were to have thought that this would all last.
Cee . . . Adam . . . when was the last time I talked to them. My let my smile drop a bit, and my eyes more remorseful.
Eyeing me with a low smile tugging on his lips, Paul asked, "So how may I help you today, Accounting Simon?"
She giggled noisily, tapping Slater's nose with her pinky. "That's funny. Accounting Simon. Is that was they call you around here? Can I call you that?"
"Hardly."
Sometimes she can get to the point of too giddy to the point that it gets annoying. I wasn't one to complain.
I tossed the folder of SlaterCorp's progress report on Paul's desk so that it landed with a loud noise that brought their attention back. Progress Report was written in big bold letters on the cover. My handwriting wasn't quite as forceful and loopy as Paul's was, as I've studied so many times.
In case you were wondering why I was studying his handwriting and trying to mimic it . . . no, I was not forcing his signature on anything. Yet.
"Well anyway," I said. "I was going to ask if we can have lunch together to discuss the company's progress report because we're seriously running into some difficulties, but seeing as Ari's here, I guess you guys'll be going out for lunch. But that's alright, I'll drop by your office later—"
"Oh there's not need," she cut me off in a hurry. "I just dropped by. I have to get to my uncle's to help him move. Bummer huh?"
She pouted, checking her nails. She taught me the first time that we've met that she was very close to her uncle. I think he was the only relative left of hers, and I was sure she wouldn't have missed helping him for anything in the world.
Surprised as I was, I was proud of Paul for actually getting a lady with a true heart.
"'Nyway, you guys go have fun. Doubt company talk is much fun though, but have a good time anyway. Just don't have too much fun with Accounting Simon, kay?" She winked, smirking.
And she was right. I dreaded those lunches, they were filled with so much bore, and laced with even more stiff talking. Oh, the fun. Yet the only part I enjoy about it is having company for lunch.
Having lunch with Slater's not a big deal. We have had a progress report meeting every month for the past two years. It's all business. And believe you me, it's no fun at all.
He came to join me after greeting Arabesque off.
"I see you guys are getting serious, huh?" I nudged him teasingly.
He just chuckled with that casual smile of his. "Nah. She's too lucky-go-happy for me. I think I might have to break up with her, but I'm just not sure of how to approach someone like her, she'll probably just think I'm kidding and start teasing me about it."
"How about the 'it's not you—it's me' one," I commented. "Or 'I'm gay'?" I'm sure you won't even need to make the second one up."
He rolled his expressive blue eyes, grinning mildly. "Haha, very funny, Simon."
"That's Accounting Simon to you, Mr. Boss."
We stepped into the company courtyard. Several co-workers looked up curiously at us, nodding politely. Others just made way, walking off. Paul's the kind of boss that you'd regard as having serious anger issues.
"You know," he smirked slyly, drumming his fingers along his thigh. "Maybe we can go eat somewhere else today."
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Sorry Jesse hasn't been very active in the story. He'll eventually show up. Most likely in the next chapter. For the meanwhile, REVIEW!
PS. Shoot, my ear's getting sunburn from writing beneath the light. lol