"Would you mind sending these documents to the accounting department? They've already been approved."
"Sure thing Dad." Lyn took a handful of folders and left her father's office. It's been a month and a half since her summer break started and she had grown accustomed to the environment, and she actually enjoyed it. She even got used to wearing smart casual clothing, as it made her feel part of the company; it also prevented her from standing out like a sore thumb.
The accounting department was two floors down. Lyn exited the elevator and proceeded down the hall and opened the glass door that led to said department. She navigated around the cubicles until she reached the office of a woman that was slightly larger than everyone else's. She was probably in her mid-thirties, and she was the head of the accounting department.
"Here you go, Ma'am Connie. Those have been signed and verified." The head accountant gracefully accepted them.
"Thanks, Lyn. And it's just Connie. No need to go by 'Ma'am.' The girl shook her head.
"Nah. Ma'am Connie sounds better. Anyway, is there anything I can help you with before I go?"
"Nope, all good. Thank you again."
"Then I'll be off," Lyn waved goodbye. As she walked towards the elevator, she turned to a corner, bumping to a coworker. "Sorry I- Vince?" The guy makes a eye contact with her. But without a hint of expression. He simply cast his eyes down and swerved the cart he was pushing away from the girl's general direction. Lyn eyed him as he left, her mind in a state of disbelief and curiosity.
'What's he doing here?' She continued to tail Vince, watching him pull envelopes of various sizes and handing them to various employees before heading towards the hallway and into the elevator. He takes a turn which lead to the service elevator, pressing the down button. Lyn hid behind the last corner just in time for Vince to turn his head. The elevator bell rang, opened its doors and Vince went in. Lyn took a deep breathe and ran in, just before doors closed. Vince's went round as disks as he saw the brunette slide her way inside. He then moved to the wall as close as he could, leaning against the cold metal in the process. Lyn did the same and stuck to the opposite wall. She was slowly regretting her decision, locking herself in an elevator with this jerk. But her curiosity wouldn't let her live this down. Besides, the elevators had cameras, so there's no way Vince would try something, lest she simply needed to access the security office and give them proof. Using that as her shield, Lyn tried to speak, but Vince cut her off.
"What are you doing?" the red-head asked, still not looking at her.
"That's what I'd like to ask you," Lyn replied, crossing her arms. "If you're here to stalk me or something, this is a new low."
"Pffft, stalk you, right."
"Well you were!" Lyn said as Vince pressed a button on the panel. "What are you doing?"
"Telling you to get out of this elevator." The doors then opened, and Vince pointed toward the hallway. "Get out."
"Uh-uh. I'm not leaving until I get answers." She pressed the close button.
"Yes, you are!" Vince pressed the open button.
"No I'm not!" The two started pressing the buttons so much that a roaming security guard came to inspect the commotion.
"What's going on here?" He boomed.
Vince pointed his finger at Lyn. "She's disrupting my work! She won't let me get to the mailroom!"
"Sorry about this, Sir," Lyn reasoned. "This is just a misunderstanding! There was just ahh- little malfunction with the switches."
"Hmmm," the guard cleared his throat, then gestured both of them to step out of the lift. He then pressed the close button from the outside and let the elevator descend, leaving the three of them in the hallway. He looked at each of them, obviously not sure how to address them, knowing that this girl is the boss' daughter. "Look kids, I don't know what you two are up to, but if you have a spat, take it somewhere else, and not during work hours. It's unprofessional."
"Yes, sir." Lyn gave an apologetic bow. "We do apologize for the unruliness."
"Good day, Miss. Sir." The older man tipped his hat and left. When he had gone, Lyn looked around and found that Vince already left. Lyn groaned in frustration.
'This isn't over.'
The following day during the afternoon break, Lyn skidded to the mailroom. It was on the ground floor so she went to the elevator immediately, but not before packing some scones on the way. If Vince won't talk, maybe some treats would do the trick.
As she reached the room, she was greeted by a chubby man in uniform. "Oh hello, Ma'am. Can I help you with something?"
"Actually I have scones here." Lyn held up the paper bag. "Perhaps you'd want one."
"Oh, thank you, Miss." The man took the bag from her and sat on the couch. "Don't mind if I do! Hey new guy. There's food. Want some?"
"No thanks, Sir." The voice replied. "I'm good."
"Allow me," Lyn offered and went inside the storage room, where Vince was cataloging. She cleared her throat. Vince turned to see her but immediately looked away. Now Lyn was surprised. Normally Vince would jump at the chance to talk to her, so this was beyond strange.
"Want some scones?" she started but did not go near him.
"Get lost, Jacqueline. I'm not in the mood."
'Okay, something's definitely up.' " Jeez, I was just asking. No need to be a sassmouth."
Vince scoffed and turned to face her. "Look who's talking? What's it like to get a taste of their own medicine?
Lyn raised her finger, obviously offended, but then slowly put it down when she saw what he meant. "Hey, you did it first."
"Whatever." The redhead then stood up. "Excuse me."
"Excuse you! The way I see it, you're working in the mailroom. And I work as the President's assistant. So that technically makes me your superior." She felt bad for abusing her position, but she desperately needed to know why Vince was here. Was he really stalking her again? If he was, this was a whole new level.
"That's not how it works, you dummy!" Vince yelled back. "We're both interns so there's no hierarchy between us. Get that through your thick head."
'Shoot, that's right. Dang it.' Defeated, Lyn crossed her arms. "Fine. Then tell me why are you here, and I'll be sure to get out of your hair forever."
"Swear it."
"You have my word." Lyn holds up her hand. Vince is satisfied by this and sighed. "Alright. I'll tell you over break tomorrow. I gotta get to work before I get fired."
"Fine. Same time. And you better not stand me up." The girl left the storage room and found Vince's superior fast asleep on the couch. She suppressed a giggle and exited the mailroom. 'That was incredibly weird. But it felt good.' Lyn was somewhat happy she confronted Vince like that. Having leverage sure put her above him in a way. Though she felt guilty for being bossy. But what does it matter? He probably went there covertly to find her again. Will he ever stop? But she hasn't seen him since that University visit. Why show up now? And he didn't seem like his domineering self either. She had to get to the bottom of this.
Next afternoon, Lyn slipped into the mailroom again and only saw Vince there.
"Your supervisor on break? But I brought donuts." She held up a box with a dozen glazed donuts and set it on the table. Vince ignored her and continued to file the incoming mail. After five minutes of silence, Lyn grew impatient.
"Well if you're just gonna ignore me, why'd you even tell me to be here?" To her surprise, Vince turned to face her and the distance between them slowly began to decrease.
"Stay back Vince. I'm warning you!" She held a small pepper spray in front of her. Vince gently grabbed her hand and took it from her. Vince stopped and leaned to her eye level, their faces only six inches apart. Lyn lunged her fists at him, which he easily catches. The brunette cringed at his touch. They lock eyes.
"Let go of me. Or I'll scream." Lyn warned, her strength waning. Vince flashed his signature grin and let her go.
"It's your fault I'm in this mess," Vince grumbled and went back to sorting the mail as if the whole incident never happened.
"How is this my fault?!" Lyn asked, rubbing her knuckles while searching for the security camera. There was one at the corner, but it's been unplugged. No doubt by Vince, who began to plug it back on.
"If you had just accepted that we were dating, I wouldn't be here." The guy continued.
"That's coz we never were in the first place! Why do you keep saying we are a couple or something when I never agreed to be your girlfriend?"
"I told you. whether we like it or not, we'll end up together. It's always been that way."
Lyn's ears perked. "Wait. You said 'we'." Vince paused for a moment before resuming his work.
"So?"
"That means you're not into this relationship any more than I am. What's going on?"
'Oh man, I said too much.' Vince's hands balled into fists. "Break time's over." Then, as if on cue, the bell rang. Lyn turned her heel to go, but not before telling Vince something.
"This conversation still isn't over. We'll continue tomorrow."
Vince bit his lip. 'This is not good.'
Hello, my beloved readers. It's my semester break, so I'm taking a little time off. I'm sorry this is chapter is a little short, but I wanted to post something before I ran out of time. Thank you so much for supporting me and encouraging me to take my time. It inspires me, even more, to get back on my writing when I can. Thank you all for your reviews and continuous support! I'm planning to post at least one more chapter before going back on hiatus again. Let's all hope I can get it out within this week.
So, about this chapter, what do you guys think? I had my doubts about Vince and Lyn's interaction and if it was a little out of character for Lyn to follow Vince like she did. I would love to hear your thoughts on it, but I can't change what I've already written, but I would just love to know your opinions. And if it was indeed out of character, I apologize in advance. Again thank you so much, all of you! Till next chapter ~ Snowflakeshard