"It's on me"
"Eh?!"
"Or would you not like to eat?" asked Denzel with a cold tone.
"No, no. I will eat," said Sharmaine, "I'll take this pasta, I guess?"
"Very well, I'll take the same." He gave back the menus to the waiter, who stood just beside Denzel.
"Thank you, sir. Your lunch will be served in thirty minutes," the waiter reminded before he left.
The silent atmosphere was back once again, and all Sharmaine could do was to look around the beautiful restaurant with her pretty eyes. The place was just amazing, and truly worth of her boss' time. Eventually, she got tired consistently staring at the same items again and decided to look at Denzel, which he noticed.
"What?" Denzel asked out of confusion.
"Oh, nothing. I was just wondering how'd you get that handsome," Sharmaine casually replied. He was genuinely surprised by the blunt remark, but he still maintained a poker face in front of her.
"Mind your own business," he said looking at the side and covering his face as he felt his cheeks burn.
"Is he actually gay? Why is he blushing?" Sharmaine mumbled. Lunch arrived shortly and they began to eat and talk.
"So, how's your first day?" Denzel asked.
"It's fine," she replied even though she knew that it was a lie, for she felt frustrated and tired memorizing the whole book. She just had to endure it for the 100k salary.
"Arrange the files on your desk when we get back," Denzel commanded as he stared at the pasta served on his plate.
"Files?" she asked with a puzzled look, "There weren't any files on my table when we left."
"It's because I forgot to tell you that I ordered someone to put the files there after we left. You can't have free lunch for slacking off."
"Well, for your information, I wasn't slacking off," Sharmaine whispered with a hint of irritation.
"What was that?" A bitter and intimidating tone stuck onto every word.
"N-Nothing"
"Hmph."
'Hmph'? 'Hmph'!? What is he, a kid? Sharmaine furiously thought as she chewed of a piece of meat.
—
The two continued eating until it was time to go back to the office. When they returned, Sharmaine was greeted and stupefied by towers upon towers of papers on her desk.
Denzel smirked, "I want this organized by 1 PM." He effortlessly left the office to attend an important meeting right after.
When the door closed, Sharmaine glanced at the clock, when she saw what time it was, her fuming anger that she contained for a long time was suddenly released.
"Denzel Suarez! You little crap. It's already 12:45 PM!! How am I supposed to do this by 15 minutes?!"
Sharmaine eventually calmed herself down and encouraged herself. She even slapped herself using her two hands and shouted, "I can do this!" with determination.
She started to quickly arrange the papers by type in alphabetical order. Minutes went by and Denzel opened the office door. There he saw Sharmaine sleeping with the towers of papers arranged. He smiled—something that he had never done for a while.
"Heh, why am I even smiling? I can't fall for a guy," he said to himself as he carried Sharmaine, which surprised Denzel by how light she was for a man, to the living room area of the office, gently laying her on the wide couch.
He felt a strange feeling with Sharmaine. He looked a little closer at her skin; it was flawlessly smooth and very much like a woman's skin. Denzel stood up and reflected on his actions.
Why did he suddenly become interested?
He went back to his desk and ordered a staff to bring the papers to the Business Administrative Office to be checked. The employee came, got the papers and left immediately without a word. He stared at the documents he had left to sign.
"He finished it in fifteen minutes," he murmured. He just can't get over it, for no one had ever finished that task before.
—
Time flew by as Sharmaine woke up, finding herself lying on a couch. She remembered that she was fixing the papers then fell asleep.
The door opened and out came Denzel. "Had a nice sleep?" he asked sarcastically.
Sharmaine looked at the time, it was 4:05 PM, and suddenly realized that it had been three hours since she fell asleep. She hurriedly stood up and apologized to Denzel.
"It's fine. The office wasn't that busy," he said.
Sharmaine suddenly jerked up in panic. "Even so, why didn't you wake me up!?"
"Maybe because you looked adorable?"
His reply made Sharmaine blush. "W-What's with that remark?" she asked. "What's wrong with him? Is he gay? Sh*t," she whispered to herself.
Denzel smirked and added a remark, "You're adorable when sleeping, as adorable as a dirty pig."
"What did you say?!" Sharmaine vexingly said, "You're one to talk when you have such a fetish with men."
"What? I do not have that kind of fetish. Where did you hear that anyway?"
"Yes, you do, and you don't have to deny."
With Denzel's frustration, he decided to end work early. "Stop your nonsense, go down and wait for me there."
"Huh? Ending work already?" 6 PM was the end of usual working days, so naturally, Sharmaine was left confused.
"Don't ask so many questions!"
She followed Denzel's orders and left the office. With Sharmaine gone, Denzel leaned against his table and touched his forehead.
"It's hot." He loosened his tie, for he could not breathe very well. He took out his hanky and wiped his sweat.
"This is going to be troublesome."
—
"He is taking a really long time," Sharmaine grunted.
She had been waiting for Denzel for almost thirty minutes now. She talked to his driver to entertain herself for a bit.
"So, why is your boss that bitter?"
The driver glanced at Sharmaine and replied, "That's just his personality."
"Eh? That's quite impossible."
"What's impossible?" a manly voice said. It was Denzel.
"Nothing, anyways, why'd you took so long?" Sharmaine asked.
Denzel glared at her then replied, "I's none of your business." and then went inside the car.
"What's his problem?" Sharmaine whispered.
Impatience ran inside of Denzel. "Aren't you going inside?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Sharmaine answered in a sarcastic tone as she went inside the car.
The driver started the engine and traveled along the road. The overall city was nice, it has many buildings than Q city and had far greater amount of shops and districts. The ride was getting longer and the scenery of the buildings were seen less.
"Where are we even going?" Sharmaine asked.
The silence intensified, so Sharmaine decided to ask again, "Hey, where are we—" but was cut off by Denzel.
"Would you just please shut up?!" he shouted.
"What's wrong with you? No need to shout, I'm just asking!"
"To my house. Satisfied?" Denzel replied in a sarcastic and irritated manner.
"To your house?"