Chapter Two

Faith reached office exactly at time. It was a usual tuesday morning. The sun was shining brightly with absolutely no humidity. The dry heat had gotten into her nerves and made her look sick. The moment she entered the sixth floor, everything went into a standstill.

"What's up?" She asked Jeanie, whose honey pupils were dilated as she looked at Faith in shock.

"Shh, can you hear them? Alexander's here. Father and son is arguing about something."

Faith shrugged nonchalantly, "It's none of my business! Let's get back to work."

Jeanie didn't listen. And so did all the staff working on the sixth floor. Faith hated this; she absolutely resented the idea of eavesdropping! What the father and son had to talk about had nothing to do with them. Each and every staff was standing, almost six inches away from Josh's cabin, trying to peep in and listen to their topic of disagreement.

Faith shut the door of her cabin, tired of the idiocy. She was more interested about Josh's health. What if the argument with his son resulted in his collapse? The idea unnerved her. She loved Josh, and nobody had the right to treat him like shit. Not even his own blood!

Alexander Hamilton.

Who was he anyway?

She opened her laptop and searched his name on the browser. The internet was slow and it was taking a lifetime for the search results to show, therefore, she closed it and gave up the idea of finding information regarding Josh's estranged son.

She was just about to start arranging Josh's meeting for today when her cabin's telephone started to ring obnoxiously. "Hello?"

"Faith, I need you in my office. Now."

The call got disconnected before she could reply. Josh's voice had never sounded so desperate. Poor old man! Her heart cried.

Adjusting her prim and perfect work clothes that refused to break any work ethics, she made her way towards her boss's cabin. The line of people who were eavesdropping were seated in their respected cabins now, she noticed. Her steps were decisive, almost perfectly stable. She didn't know what had happened to her but meeting someone who she didn't personally like had automatically made her adopt a stance of confidence.

She opened the cabin door and entered inside with that same confident look and stance. "Yes sir?"

"Oh, Faith. Meet my son, Alexander Hamilton." The old man sprung up from his chair.

The man mentioned turned around to face her. She looked up at him.

It took a second or two for the sight to sink in. The sight that was front of her, larger than life. She could feel her lips stretch into a smile and her eyebrows arch for the sky. God, he was beautiful.

His hair was gelled at the sides and ruffled at the middle portion; his hair, walnut brown, yes. The colour gnawed at her senses, pushing her to the edge, instigating her to smile even wider but she controlled. For God's sake.

He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. The wheat-ish warmth of his skin, the olive green eyes that bespoke intensity and anger, pure wrath, in fact. She breathed harder now, her pulse quickening with every second that passed. His nose was small and pert, his lips thin but full. Totally kissable.

The thought shivered her. Why was she thinking all these?

Faith steadied herself. No, she couldn't lose control.

"Hi, Mr. Hamilton." She said, barely as a whisper.

The man smiled. It was a genuine one or not, Faith couldn't tell. He was good at masking emotions. The smile was a little press of his lips, barely allowing any kind of emotion to pass to her.

"Oh, call me Alexander." He said, his voice husky and coarse like the sand.

Faith smiled, tight-lipped. "What did you need me for, sir?" She turned her attention towards Josh.

"I, I want you to show Alexander the entire office building. Make him familiar with the staff and with our projects."

Faith nodded her head. "Sure. And I've arranged your doctor's appointment. Today evening, sharp at six."

"Okay, my dear. Now, take him." The old man ordered gently.

Faith nodded but the phrase 'take him' kind of made her curious. It was silly of her to find a dual interpretation from a simple command. But take him? Where? Did he mean to the office tour? Or take him as in keep him? Oh god, no.

She shrugged all those ideas. "Alexander, please come with me."

Alexander followed her out. She was leading him. She was donning a prim black pencil skirt and a white blouse. Too simple to impress him. But he dared say, she was pretty. Quite pretty.

Her hair was peachy blonde, Alex wasn't sure, though. It was wavy and the silky tresses came rolling down to her shoulders.

She turned around almost suddenly and he dropped his gaze. "The staff of the Marketing team. They work here, on the sixth floor." She looked at him and he nodded understandingly.

Her eyes were brown. Just normal brown, except they had a sparkle in them.

"Is that your cabin?"

"Yes. Let's go to the second, third, fourth and fifth floors. The Finance, Human Resources, Accounting and

Sales Department, respectively." She began walking towards the glass elevator.

Damn, she was efficient.

He followed her into the elevator as she took charge and took him to all the mentioned floors and their departments. It took about an hour for him to get familiar with the staff and the kind of work they did. The next half an hour was Faith making him understand the upcoming projects of the company.

"Did you get it?"

"Yes, thank you very much." He replied. "Let's go back to sixth floor, then."

"Yeah."

They were currently in the second floor, in the file room where documents of the projects were kept. The room was substantially dark and only a tad bit of sunlight entered through the small window of the corner.

'It's so dark in here. Can you switch on the light? I can't see anything." His tone was demanding.

Well, she didn't like that. He was a human being and he couldn't see in the dark. Well then, how could she? She was also struggling to see anything apart from the document file on which the little light fell. The switch was far away.

"Okay." She muttered under her breath.

She advanced towards the switch and somehow, her heels twisted and she tripped. The darkness terrified her as she closed her eyes, waiting to fall. But she didn't hit the ground. She wasn't injured.

She felt a strong pair of hands on her shoulders, clutching her tightly. He turned her around, facing him. It was so quick that she hit her chest. She was enveloped in his muscular chest for a few seconds before she sprang up and looked up at him. He was still holding her, but on her waist.

She was so soft against him. She was against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. She splayed her hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead she left it there, holding him.

He focused on his eyes in the dim sunlight. They were now absolutely in shock, shining brighter than the sun. They were a deep, earthy brown - the color of the earth after torrential rains.

"Leave," She stopped midway and kept staring at him.

"Leave what?" He whispered.

"My waist. Your hands are on it." She sucked in a deep breath.

Alexander jerked his hands away, "I apologize." and he made his way to the door somehow. "Let's go back. I need to see my father once before leaving."

She nodded and followed him out, in the dark. The entire elevator ride was silent. No one spoke. Faith was exasperated. She wasn't allowed to feel that way; the way in which her heartbeats quickened and her breath fastened. He was her boss's son. It was wrong of her, completely wrong.

"I'll be out. Can you please tell Josh that I'll bring his coffee in five minutes?"

"Yeah." He was about to go to his father's cabin but he turned around one last time, "I'll take over this company and you are gonna do everything for me that you do for him now. And just for your record, I like my coffee sweet."

Faith just gaped at him. What did he just say?