✓ The Project I

I sat down on the bench and placed my coffee and sandwich on the table.

“So, which company did you get?” Chris asked

Chris, nerd of the college and a weirdo always engaged in his books and if not you would find him writing down something on his laptop. But he is cute with light brown hair and grey hair. He always wears this weird cap with strands of his hair falling out. But to all the girls discontent he is gay and he is my best bud in college.

“ Blackwell Enterprise.” I replied, biting my sandwich.

“THE BLACKWELL ENTERPRISE.” He said a little too loud.

“Yeah, ‘the Blackwell Enterprise’ why are you getting excited.” I said with a frown.

“Dude, Blackwell Enterprise is one of the biggest company in America. They have invested in most of the government projects and private ones also.” He said

Okay, I didn’t know about that I don’t know anything except name till now and now I think it would be amazing doing my project on the company.

“And did I mention the son of the CEO? God, he is so hot I would do anything to kiss him.” He said, “ But sadly I have heard he is straight.” He said, making a hurt face.

I shook my head being with Chris is different. He talks about boys more than girls would do. But is a really good friend so maybe I could bear that much.

After college and work, I headed home D was not at home. She and Cal were on a date. So I heated leftover food from lunch and with my red wine, I plopped down plugging the phone to speakers and playing EDM.

After having dinner, I decided to read some books. I concluded that D is not coming back before midnight so I decided to sleep. I have a long day tomorrow. I have to visit Blackwell enterprise regarding my report.

Next morning waking up I quickly showered and wore black jeans with a blue blouse and a long black coat. Just applying linear and lip care I pulled up my hair in a ponytail, grabbing my things and heading out.

D was in the kitchen fiddling through the cupboards. Maybe finding

something.

“Good Morning, are you looking for something?” I asked her

“Hey, morning just looking for aspirins having a terrible headache.” She said massaging her temples.

“Here, is it too bad?” I asked handing her the tablets with a water bottle.

“Ya. It’s just that we were out late and didn’t sleep till early morning.” She said, “But yesterday was amazing.”

“I would love to hear details more than anything, but I’m literally running late.” I said pouring coffee in 2 cups passing her one.

“ You have your appointment today, so all set?” she asked

“Yup, I just have to head there.”

I gulp down my coffee in one go and then headed out, I really didn’t want to reach their late.

I stepped out of the cab, patting my clothes straight. I looked up at the building, it is a glass building and it has some 13-15 floors. There was a huge glass door with a sign of ‘THE BLACKWELL ENTERPRISE’ above it. This place is huge, but should be expected from all want Chris told and the articles I read.

It was established by Sebastian Blackwell, back in early 1990s. He started the Blackwell enterprise from the ground to what it is now, one of the top investment companies in America. He is the CEO of the company at present, but some articles say that it will soon be taken by his son. Just get to sit on what your parents built, I don’t judge but I prefer to form my own identity not just to be in the shadow of your parents.

Keeping my thoughts aside I entered the building and went towards the reception, where a young lady maybe in her 20’s was standing and as I reached there she greeted me with a smile. I told her about my appointment from the university.

“Here, this is your visitor’s Id and you have to go to the 9th floor Mrs Sophie is waiting for you.” She said to me while giving me my Id.

Putting it on I entered the elevator and pressed 9th floor and stand waiting as I reached. I stepped out and heated towards the reception table where a middle-aged woman was standing attending the call.

I stood waiting for her to finish her call. I looked around the office and it was huge form inside than it looked from outside.

“Hello, I’m Aditi Rathore. I’m looking for Mrs Sophie.” I said with a smile.

“That’s me, you may be the one from Stanford, right?” She said with a wide smile and I nodded.

“Welcome to Blackwell Enterprise, I’ll be showing you around and then as per the schedule given you will have your meeting with the president followed by lunch and later you can select the areas you want to know.” She said, leading me towards the elevator.

Mrs Sophie showed me around. On the 9th floor it was the office for the marketing managers. The 14th has the CEO’s office and 15th has a meeting room. Same was with other floors. Each floor is for a different department.

Right now we were in the elevator and were heading to 13th floor where the president’s office was located.

“Mr Blackwell is back from his meeting and is waiting for you.” Mrs Sophie said.

“Mr Blackwell?” I asked with confusion wasn’t I suppose to meet the president.

“Yes, Mr Nicolas Blackwell, president and future CEO of the company.” She said

So he is the president. I wonder what he would be like; a spoiled rich kid and may be appointed as president so he can learn how to run the company. These rich kids really have it, it's like one generation does everything to build an empire like Blackwell Enterprise and the other does everything to destroy it.

As the elevator stopped we stepped out and headed towards the right. Fewer employees are working here compared to other floors. Guess only important ones work here.

We then turned left into a long hallway at the end of the hallway there were three-door two on both sides were of cream color Mrs Sophie knocked on the one in the middle which was black and heard a silent ‘come in’ from the other side.

Mrs Sophie stepped inside and moved to the left making space for me.

“Mr Blackwell, the visitor from Stanford is here.” Mrs Sophie informed formally, more formally than she ever used before.

He hummed not looking up from his table where he was busy on his laptop and gestured to Mrs Sophie to leave.

“So, Miss Rathore.” He said looking up from his laptop.

There they are, those electric blue eyes.

He was sitting there behind the wooden desk with his laptop open in front of him and few files placed on the table neatly. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a white button-up shirt that was clinging to his body, his black hairs set back perfectly. Looking like a business man in all his glory.

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