"Why don't I know about the meeting and why am I attending it? I am not your secretary for real." Arabella asked as she walked inside the restaurant beside Damien.
"But because of you, I fired my secretary, don't you remember? Also, it was planned suddenly. They are our old clients. Hence they called me personally and arranged this meeting." Damien answered and walked ahead. Arabella ran behind him to catch up with him when her long opened hair came to her face, hulting her on the steps. She let out half of her hair and put it in a messy bun.
"Ugh, that's the reason I don't keep my hair open. I will just go to the washroom and put it in a ponytail." Saying this she was going to walk toward the other direction when she felt a tag on her hand and she stopped. She turned around and looked at him with a frown of confusion.
"Don't." He simply said and pulled her closer.
