Time goes fast [flashback] _5

A girl strolled down the street, capturing everyone's attention. Her beautiful vivid red hair cascaded in vast wavy curls, and her ash-grey eyes held a mesmerizing silvery glow. Accentuating her allure were her red, florid lips and a Chanel bag elegantly hanging from her waist. Her confident stride commanded the attention of onlookers as she walked with self-assurance.

★ Seline's P.O.V ★

I couldn't fathom that today marked my 24th birthday. I truly felt like an adult, no longer merely mom's little girl. The day's plan included celebrating with my closest colleagues and friends. Despite my job as a scientist, there was more to my job than what met the eye.

Within one of the largest corporations, I had secured a position, ok not what you might think. I was a cleaner – yes, it may sound unimpressive, but it's the role I embraced.

My duties involved cleaning up after experiments, occasionally mundane but quite satisfying. On occasions when my boss was generous, he allowed me access to some tools for personal experimentation. Surprisingly, I relished this role, despite the demanding scientists.

However, the most unexpected surprise awaited me – encountering him again. Or at least, I had believed that I'd never cross paths with him. Our paths had diverged since our university days, leading us in separate directions.

I had presumed that he had forgotten or abandoned his dreams of becoming a scientist, similar to me – the difference being my role as a cleaner.

"Um... so you summoned me to the office," I said, my fingers trembling. The head of the 1A department, known for his strictness and deep voice, had summoned me.

In his composed manner, he responded, "I've heard that it's your birthday, Seline."

"Yes, sir... um, indeed, it's my birthday. I'm... uh, 24," I mumbled, my gaze downcast, reminiscent of a servant before their master.

His next words surprised me. "I must say, I'm rather impressed. Not many aspire to be cleaners. Given the demanding nature of our scientists, I find it commendable that you've persisted."

He leaned back in his wheelie chair, stroking his chin. His unexpected compliment ignited a positive amount of emotions within me.

"You've outlasted all the others. That's why, on this special day, I am promoting you to the position of assistant scientist. Your commitment to this role is exceptional, and it would be a waste to retain you only as a cleaner."

With these words, he handed me a file labeled CLASSIFIED and placed it on the table before me.

"You possess a genuine passion for science, and I've observed you conducting experiments that most wouldn't dare. Consequently, I'm tasking you with assisting a person of utmost importance. This individual requires your aid in his scientific endeavors. Considering your talent, I'm confident you can contribute significantly."

In my mind, I nearly hugged him, overwhelmed by joy. Who could have imagined that the seemingly stern boss of the 1A department was capable of such kindness?

Eager to share my news, I met my best friend, Shirley Hamptons, and we celebrated with joyful screams. "Let's go celebrate, girl!"

Even though on a day like this, I secretly wished that my friend who was not in this world anymore had been here, she taught me many things in science that so many wouldn't of known at her younger age...

The night unfolded with drinks and jubilation at a bar, our laughter filling the air. Returning home at 12:34 am, my state ranged from tipsy to completely drunk. Fortunately, my neighbor guided me to my new apartment's door.

~•~

I collapsed onto my bed and immediately succumbed to sleep. I awoke at 6:50 am, greeted by the onset of a headache. After swallowing some Aspirin, I took a shower and completed my morning routine. Breakfast consumed, I departed for work at 7:32 am, boarding an air bus.

Arriving at the office by 7:45 am, I was brimming with anticipation. Today marked my transition from cleaner to personal assistant, an advancement akin to a triple promotion. My professional attire – a smart dress suit – symbolized this elevation, though the attire they provided wasn't as sophisticated as anticipated.

Standing confidently, I adjusted the white shirt they had provided, opting to button it up fully. My hair was elegantly tied in a bun, and my crimson lips exuded a seductive allure. However, the skirt proved less professional than intended, revealing more than it should. Tugging it down, I made the necessary adjustments. I mean it felt slightly uncomfortable that they gave me such an outfit for this occasion.

As the clock neared 8:00 am, I felt a rush of excitement. Work was about to commence, and I awaited the introduction to the 'important person' I would be assisting. My climb up the floating steps brought me to wide doors, and I patiently waited.

Then, a procession of three limousines pulled up. Holding my clipboard, I approached with confidence, tucking a pen behind my ear – a gesture I had often seen in movies. As I neared, a muscular man with clouded blue eyes emerged, opening the door of a limousine.

"Long time no see, Seline Marion," the man within greeted in a charming voice. Slowly removing his shades, he continued, "I hope you've been well."

I could scarcely believe my ears. It was the same voice that had haunted my memories for so long. As he emerged from the car fully, his 6'2" glory radiated a commanding presence, and his bodyguards followed suit. A slight smile graced his lips, amplifying his undeniable allure.

"Is that truly you? My, you've changed... immensely!" He asked, his surprise evident on his face.

I attempted to mask my astonishment, scrutinizing him from head to toe while suppressing my own surprise. He had transformed significantly, his attractiveness amplified by a factor of 200%.

"Lucas Max Rolland," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. Then, the question escaped my lips, "Why have you returned?"

"I guess it's because I missed you. Seline."

His words hung in the air, each syllable a brushstroke painting the canvas of our reunion.

The complexity of his journey, the mysteries that had unfolded in his absence – it all seemed to be encapsulated in that brief moment of connection.