Left unspoken of...

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(Soraya's POV)

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Nobody likes waiting, nor do I. Unfortunately, I had to be waiting. I had been waiting for more than forty-five minutes. He did say right after lunch. I hiss from my mouth, how I hate waiting for more than I should. I don't know why people make me wait for them.

I leisurely sat in his office enjoying the final moments of silence before Mr. Hayes arrived. He was late. I skip between files on the computer looking over the project he assigned to me. It was quite straightforward, but we had alot to do. I realized that some parts didn't have my expertise, which I figure those was his parts.

Everything was connected and I needed some answers. If we focused on the task at hand we shouldn't take too long to complete it. I could be able to review and thankfully complete it before time. Since this was the main priority, we shouldn't have any problems.

I got up and walked past his desk. To see the bird's eye view of the city. This shift made me feel in awe. I felt like a huge giant looking down the streams of the street and the trees of buildings that try to follow. I hugged myself. I feel could easily get dizzy at this height, just by exploring this view. Despite as expected for its beautiful sight.

I eventually sat in his recliner, which was nearby. Even here, you could still see it. As if you were at peace, quite literally on top of the world. Not realizing my hands trace the fleece that was on it. If I was correct this would be the most comfortable place to lie down while taking in the scenery. I felt tempted.

I curled myself into his recliner not thinking of the consequences. It was comfortable and felt so easy to fall asleep in. But this view was exceptional, especially being the tallest building, more than what I could ask for. As suspected, this recliner was angled in the perfect view. The dizziness I felt before seemed to vanish and I could see everything, even the skies. I could imagine the stars at night. There's no better view on earth.

I heard a soft knock on the front door, I guess to signify his presence. I pulled myself up. My face lit up in fright, I was in his recliner. I highly doubtfully thought this would be acceptable. I turned to see him at the door. I guess I should be seeing a sore eye, to find me the way he did, but I was not disappointed by the person who came in. As I looked, instead, I saw Flowers standing there with a bashful smile and folder in tow.

"Hey, Mr. Hayes called," I cast a skeptical eye. "He says he has to cancel," she continued. I rolled my eyes. Isn't he the one who said this was important? I got up, scooped my laptop, and walked towards her.

"Is he always busy?" I asked annoyed.

"Sometimes," she simper. "The view is amazing isn't it?" I sighed helplessly as we walked to our desks.

"Yes, it is. It seems to be the best view this building has to offer."

"Nope. Well, based on what I heard," she shook her head. I heard that flour fifty-seven is to die for," she uttered. "But then it could be rumors…"

"What rumors?" I asked.

"I heard it's fitted with best luxurious there is, then some say it that was the treasure vault, and then they are others that say its haunted," she huffed. "Then are who say it was just a numerical error, and Redwood simply doesn't have a floor fifty-seven."

"What?" She giggled at my lost impression.

"Honey, there is not a fifty-seven button on the keyboards. Just check again when you hop on the elevator. There simply isn't any, on any one of the lifts," she stated.

"Really," quite surprised by this. I eyed her. "And you haven't asked Mr. Hayes about this?"

"Oh, I have!" she exclaimed and snorted. "All he says is, 'that's better left unspoken of', who knows what that means." We both let out a long breath.

"I hope he's just wrapping whatever he needs to. This project is alot and there are details I need filling out," I grumbled, putting the laptop down.

"Oh forget about that for now. I'm sure he is," she brushed her shoulder against mine. "Or maybe…"

"Maybe what I asked?" Her eyes twinkled.

"Maybe…" she pranced to the elevator, pulling me by the arm. "I think I know I might help just a little." My eyes narrowed. I was interested in what she had to show me. We went on the lift. I stared at the numbers, in fact, it was true there wasn't any fifty-seven number it was as if it was missing. I gawked my eyes at Flowers, she shrugged her shoulders as if to say I told you so.

She guided me to the thirty-eighth floor. I wasn't used to all the floors as yet, and it was kinda pretty obvious it was either rented out or occupied by one of the departments of Redwood. She dashed across everyone greeting them with a smile, obviously, she knew them. I was pretty much behind her until we went into an office.

"Hi Carter," she called out to the occupant of the room. He had seemed rather busy until we came in. They greet each other with a hug.

He was pale-skinned, with short greasy light chestnut brown hair. He was wearing high-end clothes that are mostly pastel-colored. His man has an aloof feel about him, and he has noticeable tattoos on his arms which he is proud of since he rolled up his sleeves.

"Flowers, I haven't seen you in ages," his embrace towards her was so warm.

"Stop, it's been only two months now," she told him. He took a step back as if to analyze her.

"Aha, yes … Mr. Hayes is back. Now you don't have time for me," he said as shoot a glance at me. "Or maybe you carried a replacement." Flowers turned to me.

"Oh! Maybe…," she grinned as came to me and grab my arm and lead me to him. "This is Soraya, she needs your help."

"Hi…" I cautiously said, as he in turn analyzed me as well from head to toe, pinching his chin.

"Carter, Soraya. Soraya, Carter. He's my good friend, and he's in charge of major computer construction projects that Redwood may or may not have." She leaned to whisper to me a bit. "I thought, maybe overlooking some previous works that we have done could help you. At least…" Flowers bobbled her head. "It could give you an idea of how we get things done, until tomorrow." I smiled this would definitely help, at least I could understand his parts

"Hey wait," Carter sprang on us. He pointed his fingers at both of us. "Those records are highly classified, like case files. How do I know I can trust her?" He goofed around.

"Because I said so," Flowers said as she went poker-faced and raised her chin. He then lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug.

"Two months… and now you want handouts," he suggested. What was with this two, clearly he was toying with her.

"Carter…" she sounded like she was pleading. He didn't budge. "Fine, how about I order your favorite pickles you like."

"Fine," he said. With just that, he gave in. He went to his table and spun his laptop toward me. "You can have it for the day if you want. I'll show you anything you like," he said to me.

"Oh, thank you," I chuckled, grateful I was able to review the files I needed.

"As, for you," he directed this as Flowers. "Next time you don't go missing for two months. I won't be bought so easily." His eyes fall on me. "Plus… the more company the better." I could hear Flowers's despair. She walked up to him and tugged his cheeks playfully. But he waved her away. I smiled realizing their friendship.

"I'm sorry," Flowers sang. "I'll try not to do it again. It's been hectic, for a couple of days, you know."

"Yea, yea…" he rubbed the side of his face. "It's just nice to see you around a little bit more, you know. Now let me show her the files as you asked." She backed off grinning.

"Sure," Flowers said. "Soraya, I'm going to leave you now." I nodded.

"Thanks, Flowers," I gleamed back at her.

"At least, I can assure you, you're in good hands," she glared at Carter before escaping through the door and leaving me. I stared back at Carter, you seemed a bit more nervous than I was.

"Now, which files did you want to see?" He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

I told Carter what I was looking for and he showed me all the aspects I needed. I looked through all the files he had and he briefly explained anything I didn't understand. He also told me most of the ideas or visual concepts came from Mr. Hayes whether it be from re-construction programs or from the very start.

He even let me see the designs Mr. Hayes had done by himself. Some were currently being built, while some were still on the market to be purchased. I even got to see the expect and actual cost related to constructing these designs. This would definitely help me with my projections. I was impressed.

However, when I asked Carter about this new project, he had no clue what Mr. Hayes was doing. It didn't seem like it was unusual for him to take up things on his own either. It looked like when he did, he would then simply ask Carter to fine-tune it. Whatever he was planning, I had to ask him for myself.

I was so grateful for Carter's time, that I had forgotten the time itself.

"This was helpful Carter, maybe another time," I asked him, waiting for the elevator's door to open.

"Sure, anytime. As long as you don't take two whole months to remember me," he said scratching his nose. I smiled.

"I'll make sure to tag Flowers with me," I said confidently, and we snickered at each other.