Ocean spent the whole of her lunch break with Alouette who filled her in on what to do, what not to do, and what to do in some situations.
She felt as if her brain might explode after the tutoring. She reported back to her boss since they had a meeting to attend. They exited the company and got in the car. Since the chauffeur already had the schedule no conversation was made as they headed towards a posh French restaurant that the boss hadn't even bothered to know the name of.
When they entered, they were ushered by a waitress into a private dining room.
The other party was already there to make a good impression.
Mr. Lockhart was a nice-looking fellow with black gelled back hair and piercing grey eyes and was accompanied by two other gentlemen Ocean suspected to be his subordinates.
He got up once he saw them and they exchanged handshakes. Though his handshake with Ocean went on longer than necessary which had Curtis fuming in anger.
The meeting went on well if you exclude the other party's lingering eyes and sneaky glances at Ocean. They stood up and shook hands once again to conclude the meeting.
When it was Ocean's turn, Mr. Lockhart gently took her hand and kissed it.
Curtis watched the whole scene with narrowed eyes unable to explain exactly why he was angry. When it was time to leave, he placed a possessive arm around Ocean's waist and silently glared at Mr. Lockhart.
Ocean who had no idea what exactly was going on shivered as her boss placed an arm around her waist as they exited the restaurant and headed back to the company.
Ocean had just arrived in her office when she was summoned by her boss. He gestured to a huge stack of documents on his desk and ordered her to proofread them.
She gazed at the stupendous pile in alarm. How exactly was she supposed to do all that in a day that was already far spent?
She nodded her head and took the documents to her office. She sighed and got to work.
Meanwhile, back in Curtis' office, he was fuming silently as images of Mr. Lockhart kissing Ocean's hand kept on popping up into his head.
He had already claimed Ocean as his once he had set his eyes on her. The need to have her in his arms was killing him and it took all of his restraint not to punch the living daylights out of Mr. Lockhart when he kissed the hand of his woman.
The shy smile that took charge over Ocean's mouth at the flirtatious act flashed in his mind. He called Ocean over to his office and gave her plenty of documents to proofread.
That will keep her from smiling at men, he thought and went back to work.
It was an hour after five before Cutis decided to go home. The company had already closed an hour ago and the place was as silent as a graveyard. He exited his office and was distracted by the lights that were still on in his PA's office.
He opened the door and was met with a sleeping Ocean with papers scattered around her. Her red hair was pulled out of its bun and some of it was in her mouth.
He decided there and then that he liked it better if her hair was let down as compared to being tied.
He approached her and pulled the hair out of her mouth. Her eyebrows scrunched a little before she went back to sleep peacefully.
Awestruck, he gazed at her and carefully analyzed her features.
After a while, he taped her to wake her up. She got up and her face paled at the sight of her boss. He offered her a ride and dropped her off. Although he didn't comment about Ocean sleeping during work hours, Ocean had a feeling that she was in trouble.