"Okay, sir."
The man whose name is Don bowed to Sly before he walked back to his workstation, Which happened to be at the door.
"Let's go." Sly started walking, and I followed him, gawking as I did so.
This is Grande!
I thought in my heart as I looked around the foyer.
Had I thought my stepmother's company to be the best one ever created, it's nothing compared to this one.
Not its tiled floor can be compared to the hardwood like tiles made use of here. The—
"Are you coming, or planning to spend the rest of the day staring at the place?" Sly raised a brow at me.
" Coming! " I rush to his side but made no move to touch him for fear of what he might do.
"Good day sir." A well-dressed receptionist greeted us as we rounded the corner. She looked more professional, compared to the ones at my stepmother's — can you blame me for making a comparison with my stepmother's company? Truthfully, I've never been to any company aside from this two. —
"Good day." Sly nods at her, no trace of a smile can be seen on his face as he did so.
"Who might you be?" The receptionist gave me a cold look; one that was also scorching at the same time.
Currently, she looks like those cartoon characters that are angels on faces, but devils at heart.
I take back what I said about her being the best receptionist. None of my mother's crappy receptionists has given me any look that's not one of pity— not that I like being pitied, or anything of that sort. But it's better than being darkly glared at to the extent you start seeking covers.—
"He's with me." Sly beat me to the question.
"Oh," she nervously chuckled. "I'll make a badge for you then—"
"No need for that." Sly waved her off, before nodding at me. "Let's go.
Without wasting any time at all, I rush after him. Not in any way ready to be scorched to death by a certain someone.
I don't want anything that's likely capable of making me regret coming out here. Today is my best day ever, and I want to keep it that way.
Happy and cool.
The few workers on the floor discreetly glanced at us as we walked past. A few of them, especially the females, gave me glares identical to the ones the receptionist threw my way minutes ago.
What's wrong with these people? I shiver.
Running my hand on my arm, I tried to ward off the goosebumps I feel on my exposed arms.
Thankfully, the elevator wasn't all that far. Who knows, I would have ended up getting killed with their eyes.
Sly entered, and I followed suit. I watched him press the button for the last floor.
The moment the elevator closed, I released a breath of relief.
God.
I place my palm on my heart.
"What's wrong?"
Your workers are what's wrong. Didn't you see the way they were looking at me as if already planning my burial ceremony?
"Nothing." I shake my head in answer. Telling him about his workers might either make him think I'm overreacting, or make him scold them for making me uncomfortable.
But I highly doubt the last one. Sly isn't willing to fight my battle. He's likely to scold me for the looks I'm getting.
Undoubtedly, he might accuse me of being the cause of the looks.
"It doesn't look like nothing if you're this pale." He touched my face.
My breath hitched at our proximity. My eyes widened as I locked eyes with him.
Ever since we got married, this is my first time being this close to him.
I sighed as I leaned more into his touch. This is what my heart has craved, for a long time now, and I'm only getting it at this moment—
What are you doing, Lee?
My mind snapped me back to reality as it fought against my heart, wanting nothing more than to lean on Sly.
"I'm fine." I take a step back, creating a notable space between us.
"Oh," he brought his hand down. "It's good that you are okay." He turned his face towards the other side of the elevator.
This is the best solution.
I told my heart.
Sky doesn't love me, and he never will. You don't need to be carried away by the things he's doing now.
Sly isn't a person that loves.
He's a heartless man.
We rode the rest of the way, in silence.
No one talked, and neither did we look at each other.
With his face to the side, I had to turn mine to the opposite side. Folding my arms as he did, just so we can have the same looks.
The elevator dinged to announce our presence in his office.
Sly walked out. Without waiting for me, he started for his office.
I rush after him to prevent my poor self from getting lost in a gigantic place like this.
"These are our boardrooms. Each department in this establishment all have its different boardroom.
This I did to prevent sorting problems between them.
" This is a wonderful way of solving problems." I look up at my husband, pride evident on my face as I did so.
I'm proud of the man he is— not emotional wise, at all— Proud he didn't allow his background to hold him from achieving greatness.
"I know, I've been told that numerous times to count." He said in a smug tone.
" Egotistical much?" I frown at him.
"It's not a crime to be proud of your life work, is it?" He continued with his walk, only to stop in front of the last door in this corridor.
"This is my office." He said before opening the office, I've so much imagined myself inside. I've had different fantastical imaginations featuring this office.
So, finally, I'm here.
For so long, I've finally gotten what I want.