Sharmaine stood for a good minute in front of the office door without knowing what was happening inside. She stared at the vast ocean of male workers constantly staring at her, omitting such auras that made her wonder their intentions. However, in their perspectives, they were just simply enchanted because of her beauty.
She has it all—the figure, the face, the beauty and, most likely, the wits.
Their minds were filled with wonder as to how could their boss—THE Denzel Suarez, the man who was known for despising almost all women—hired such a perfect woman. All their eyes were hers every lunch break or every time she passed by multiple departments. It was as if an angel—no—a goddess came down from the heavens to live and inspire them.
Sharmaine stood for a good five minutes until a man of familiar figure comes right up to her. A worried expression hid behind his handsome and well-defined face; his eyes were clouded in sadness and his body felt thinner than usual.
"Can we talk?�� he asked. His brown eyes locked to hers without blinking as he softly held her hand.
"I would like to; however, I am currently doing work." Her voice was cold as she gently pulls her hand away.
Still, he looked at her one more time. "Please. It'll only take a few minutes." His voice was surprisingly soft as Sharmaine had sudden shivers. She knew who this man was but not his name nor what he had done to her in the past, yet her heart and her body suddenly felt weak. She clenched her fists and breathed out.
"Fine," she said; her eyes were serious, "What's the matter?"
He shook his head. "Not here. There are a lot of people in this area. How about the cafeteria or the rooftop?"
Sharmaine stared at the man for a good one minute without saying anything until another picture flashed by her memory. It was vivid and surprising at the same time as no other memory appeared in a distinctive way.
Her heart raced as she began to abruptly absorb the information being dumped onto her. As they made their way to the rooftop, a gust of wind made a mess of her hair. The band she used to tie her hair was not strong enough, resulting to her long and curly locks falling down.
He glanced at her with light eyes. "Your hair got longer."
It gave her a weird feeling she never thought of before. Her face flushed and as soon as she got conscious of it, she hid her bright red face behind her thick hair.
"I… What do you want to talk about, Ivan?" It felt weird to call out his name for the very first time in six months. Even this 'confrontation' that will be happening his worsening the questions that entered her mind. Finally, another gust of wind flew by.
Ivan breathed in. "I still like you—no, maybe I still have feelings for you."
Time stopped for a moment as the gentle sound from the wind and the faint honking cars became a blur to her ears. All she could focus on was he man in front of her—Ivan.