POV: Grace
Finally... with the presentation over and done with I can just lay low in my office and finish the paperwork... and then I'll have to plan what to do in the charity... It's not like I'd expect Louie to plan it for me... he doesn't know charity when he sees it... especially being named the "Cold Prince"...
I sigh to myself.. in relief as I start to grab for the seeming bowl of candy placed in my table... Ugh... all of these candies are mint... I rolled my eyes as I ate it anyway... usually when I'm at my office... Greg always has candies for me... so whenever I'm stressed it's what I eat...
It's not like I smoke and drink... so candy is like my comfort food... since it's a little less dangerous for me... don't want to risk lung cancer for smoking...
I adjusted my seat to fix my posture... I've noticed that I've had a lot of back pain nowadays... I think it's because of my bad posture... I really need a posture corrector or something... I mean my father is a physical therapist. He told me he was one of the best at his time... I guess I should really do one of his exercises... well the one he did to me...
I laid down.. as I sat down on the floor... I feel the tightness of my pants... this is why I hate wearing pants... I'd be much better with shorts...Ugh.
"HI SWEETIE-PIE!" I hear the voice of the devil outside of my door slowly approaching.
NO BEGONE SATAN... IT'S ISABEL... WHAT THE FUCK... TIME TO HIDE..... I slowly but quickly dashed towards the bottom of the table.
"HI SWEETIE" The door came busting open... NOT EVEN A KNOCK...
OUCH! Okay.. this is why I hate being tall... usually in my office, this works when I want to avoid crazy people. and since I'm pretty small I easily fit under the desk... I touch my head as it bumped into the office desk...
"What are you doing there sweetie?" She asked innocently.
"Yes, Mr. Quinones... what are you doing there?" I hear another voice... a deep and raspy voice... beside her...
As I stood up.. embarrassed in the feeble attempt of hiding... I notice a tall and dark man beside her... glaring at me with malicious intent... "What are you doing under your table dear boy?" The man asked...
Who is this man... and why does he look like another person that will kill me... in my sleep.. like those night terrors...
"Oh.. I was just trying to get something that had fallen down my desk... I got surprised that's why I bumped my head under the table." I answered... "Anyways what is your business with me?""I just wanted to commend you with your accomplishment in settling and convincing the investors... nothing less from Mr. 100% Perfect as they say it." He chuckled a little under his breath. "Anyways my daughter has been telling me that you have neglected to spend time with her... that's why I am requesting for the two of you to go on a dinner date tonight."OH... SO THIS MAN IS ISABEL'S FATHER. Gotcha...
"Oh.. I'm really sorry dear... it's just work has been awfully hectic lately... surely you understand that right?" I touch her fake as I cringe deeply inside... ECCK NOBODY WOULD WANT YOU TO BE THEIR WIFE."That is why... you two will be having a dinner date tonight. I have reserved a restaurant tonight..." He said sternly turning to his daughter which seems to be ecstatic with joy. WELL TIME TO MAKE UP AN EXCUSE T- "I also checked with your secretary, Ms. Fletcher and it seems like you are free tonight... and your father had already agreed to the commitment.. surely if you do have something to do. You will be able to free up your time for beloved FIANCEE..." Putting emphasis on the fiancee... "Right?" He stared at me awaiting my answer...
"Excellent... I can't wait to see you tonight..." I said timidly...
"Alright, we'll best be going now..." Isabel's father starts to walk away dragging her daughter with her. "HEY! I WANT TO STAY WITH MY BABY MORE!" She yells out like a child with a tantrum.
"It's best if you do not disturb him with his duties... see you later." They both the room...
WHAT THE HECK! A DATE WITH ISABEL? HELL NO... I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN A DATE WITH ANYONE YET, SO WHY AM I GOING TO HAVE MY FIRST DATE WITH ISABEL AND IF SHE DOES SOMETHING ELSE SHADY ONCE AGAIN... I AM SO SCREWED...
"I'll go ahead and write that in your schedule sir." Ms. Fletcher entered the room.. seeing me in total despair...
"You know sir... this is the first time I've seen you rather disturbed by something... You really don't want to go to that date don't you." Ms. Fletcher asked me.
It's not like it's her business... I just remained silent... "Thank you, Ms. Fletcher..." I just responded.
"Alright, then sir." She bowed her head and left the room...
I grab and dial Louie's phone number and break it to him gently. "Uh... guys.. WE HAVE A BIG PROBLEM... I AM GOING TO GO TO A DATE WITH ISABEL..." I shout at the phone...
"Oh.. that is pretty bad... BUT IT'S NOT AS BAD GOING TO THE COMPANY DINNER... WHAT AM I GOING TO DO THERE I AM GOING TO LOOK LIKE A TOTAL IDIOT." Louie shouted back.
"Guys... calm down... surely... we can find a way to all of this right?" Greg said to us in an attempt to cheer us up...
After a few hours... we have finished our paperwork and the long wait of our separate dinners is underway... as we both step out... in our respective cars...
"Finally I'm here!" I said... as I turn around to hear the voice of familiar people...
WAIT! AREN'T THOSE THEM! MEANING... WE ARE IN THE SAME RESTAURANT!