The dinner ended surprisingly quick—about one hour minus all the introductions—so Sharmaine and Denzel waited for the car, which she called ten minutes earlier, to fetch them at the front of the restaurant.
"Denzel, the car will be arriving shortly."
Denzel nodded and did not speak a word. This was not new to her, after all, he was a very strict boss. Suddenly, Denzel's phone, which was always at the hands of Sharmaine now that she was the secretary, rang.
Sharmaine answered the call. Alexandra was the caller, and she asked to put Denzel on the line. She turned to Denzel.
"Ms. Park would like to speak to you," in a formal manner.
"Yes, Ms. Park? What do you mean?" he glanced quickly at Sharmaine, "I will ask him if he will come." The phone call ended quickly, leaving Denzel with a vexing expression.
"Take your day-off tomorrow," he said, making Sharmaine feel confused. She had never asked for a day-off before, which made her think that she did something wrong. Did something happen? Did she do something wrong? Was this about Claire?
Denzel sighed. "Ms. Park wants to meet you, so be sure to not shame me."
"Me?"
"Yes." A hint of bewilderment still left her even after Denzel's words.
Why would Ms. Park wanted to meet her? Was she interested in Sharmaine? Was there a matter so important that Alexandra had to need Sharmaine in private?
Sharmaine thought about the fact furiously that she did not notice the car's arrival. When she did, she was already trapped in another world flooded with circling thoughts, making her heart thrum. When they returned to the office, Sharmaine mostly stared to what's in front of her, not caring if she was to bump someone.
"Why did Ms. Park suddenly asked to meet me?" she blurted out while they headed up.
Denzel replied, "I don't know. She probably wants to kill you."
"That's mean," she carelessly said.
Denzel got busy with more paperwork the moment he entered the office, and so was Sharmaine, who organized Denzel's schedules for the whole week, more specifically for the whole day tomorrow. She even printed out the schedule with the new printer beside her desk and slammed it to Denzel's desk, snatching his attention.
"That will be your schedule tomorrow," she said in a monotone voice, going back to her desk after.
She stared at the cold coffee and the sandwich that stood on her desk, suddenly remembering that she had left Denzel's food in the car. It was too troublesome for the driver to come back again, plus Denzel had technically eaten, so it was basically useless to retrieve the snacks.
She set those worries aside and began arranging her table and more schedules that she had been given prior to this day; frankly, she just wanted to keep herself busy. Even a moment had passed before she found herself staring at the picture of Carrie.
"If Carrie was Claire, then—what now? How am I going to plan this correctly? Should I just go all out and date her, learn her secrets and then break it off?" she silently murmured.
What's going to happen tomorrow?