Chapter Fourteen

Ian POV

“Nice to meet you. I’m, Ian Beck”

I hold unto her soft hand as I introduce myself to her. She has a strong demeanor like she is this unbreakable wall as she seats in her office and her assistant the one who called me stands behind me. She is different from herself when she was drunk that she even took a stranger home.

. I wonder if she remembers me from our childhood or she even remembers the previous night; from her kissing me to her taking me home. I can’t help but feel nervous in front of her, probably because I’m expecting to be hired by her. I did a few searched on the internet yesterday night when I got home on her name and work and was shocked that I have worked with her before though she might not recall.

I became a photographer, as promised. I want to say but wouldn’t that make me sound crazy if she doesn’t even remember me from some days ago as the man she kissed, talk of she remembered me from our childhood. She seats with her back bend against her chair