I jumped up and he was gone, I looked around and the door was closed, I sighed, once again part disappointment and part relief. At least this time was in the bath and not in my bed, so much for a relaxing bath.
"Lilly? You okay?" Andy called from downstairs He must have just got back.
"Yeah! I'm fine, sorry for disturbing you." I yelled back so he wouldn't come up, god forbid I have to explain that to my brother.
I blow dried my hair so It would be more manageable in the morning and went to bed. The next few days went by smoothly and we were nearing the weekend when I was called to the bosses office on the 8th floor. Frances came to get me with a worried expression on her face. That made me all the more nervous because so far I had never seen her have that expression. The Elevator doors opened and I stepped out to see that she hadn't came through, just as the doors were closing she gave me a sympathetic smile as she tilted her head and lipped the words "Good Luck"
I turned to see there was a desk with a secretary who I assume was the CEO's. I walked over to her and before I could say anything she lifted a finger as to stay one moment while never taking her eyes off her computer screen, I wanted to roll my eyes at her snobbery but held it in. She looked up, one side of her mouth curled into a smile as she walked around her desk and looked me up and down before gesturing with one arm "Right this way" I followed her to an office and as I walked in my mouth dropped. The entire office was as large as the bottom floor of my house, it was a corner office full of light from all the windows. It had beautiful hardwood floors and a living room couch set with a coffee table over a beautiful rug. The walls had gorgeous pictures of Architecture throughout time, some of it I even recognized and had visited.
At the corner there was a huge walnut desk, ornate with chiseled out designs that were beautiful. Behind the desk was Cletus Arthur an older black man and the CEO of GTI he had white hair and glasses. He looked like he was older maybe early 60's but he didn't look old. He watched as I gawked at the room with a slight smile on his face until I actually noticed him and then he gestured towards the chair opposite to him and I quickly made my way to it and sat: Do you know know why I called you here Miss Haper? He got my name wrong but I was not about to correct him: Not a clue sir, did I do something wrong?
He looked at me with his brows raised before saying: Well that's what I am trying to figure out, whether you did something wrong, or whether you did something right. His eyes narrowed before continuing: Do you know the Sinclair brothers, Leo or Dominick?
My heart just about stopped Does having sex dreams about Leo Sinclair count as knowing him? I cleared my throat: No.. Yes.. well, I met Dominick once and then I met Leo one time at the bistro a few days ago when I stopped to get a sandwich but we didn't really talk and I went right home after that and realized I was hungry still and had to make food at home so… I realized I had started rambling and stopped myself from saying anything else. I just put the best smile I could on my face and kept my hands clenched together waiting for what he would say next.
He looked at me quizzically for what felt like a very long time before saying: Well you must have done something right then. A very wealthy client of ours had hired us and Sinclair Corp to do a job together and although I don't normally have interns join in on meetings especially ones of this magnitude until they've worked here at least 4 to 6 months, Mr Sinclair came by a few days ago to request that you sit in on this meeting and he is not a man I would care to displease. Tomorrow morning I want you in the board meeting. Frances will come get you to show you the way.
I felt my body go numb as he spoke. He didn't say which Sinclair would be at the meeting, should I ask? Oh god what if its Dominick, Oh god, what if its Leo? I couldn't control my thoughts and apparently my mouth as well: I don't think its a good idea. He looked at me with shock across his face: I just mean, that If you feel that interns are not ready for 4 to 6 months than maybe I shouldn't be at that meeting, I don't want to be fired for doing the wrong thing.
His expression lightened and he smiled: You wont be fired, I'm not a monster. You will be fine, but going is non-negotiable. His smile disappeared as he said the last bit showing he would not take no for an answer so I just nodded in agreement and kept my mouth shut. He thanked me for my time and told me I can go. I jetted out of there like a bat out of hell and didn't even look at his secretary, I just hit the down arrow and hopped in the elevator to go back to my office.
When I got back to my office, I paced back and forth back, my mind, going crazy with worry until it was time to go home. I went home with the decision made that there was nothing that I would be able to do bout the situation. So the best thing to do was take a hot shower and get a good night's rest and pray that I don't mess up