~Sunshine~

"Hazel!"

He called, prompting her to turn back. Her posture exuded professionalism as she faced him.

"Yes, sir," she responded, her eyes meeting his.

Francisco, intrigued by her promptness and composure, took a moment before asking, "Why are you leaving?"

Hazel, momentarily caught off guard, gathered herself.

"I consider this to be an important call for you," she replied with a confident smile, revealing her understanding of the intricacies of his role.

A smirk played on Francisco's lips at her response. He took a deep breath, nodding approvingly.

"You are my PA, so you don't have to leave every time."

His words were a mix of acknowledgment and a subtle invitation to delve deeper into the layers of her professional persona.

"Ah my mistake."

"I sincerely apologize."

Hazel's lowered her green eyes.

Francisco, with a tilt of his head and a smirk playing on his lips, acknowledged her words.

"Come here," he casually beckoned, a tone of intrigue in his voice that Hazel found both surprising and unsettling.

Her voice shook slightly as she responded with a hesitation, "What?"

Francisco continued to wave his fingers, signaling for her to approach him. Hazel took a step forward, her uneasiness palpable. She came to a stop in front of him, her silky hair cascading over her left shoulder down to her waist.

"Hazel!"

He called again, his voice carrying a warmth that contrasted with the professional setting. Francisco rose from his chair, closing the physical distance between them.

The room, bathed in the dim glow of the projector.

The atmosphere seemed charged with an unspoken tension as Hazel found herself illuminated by the soft light.

Hazel stood frozen, neither stepping back nor daring to blink, as Francisco's sudden actions transformed the surroundings into a hushed haven. The ambient sounds seemed to fade away, leaving only the rhythmic beats of two hearts in the room.

Without Hazel's awareness, Francisco's hand made contact with her hair, his fingers delicately grazing her ear in the process. He expertly gathered her silky strands, securing them behind her ear. Hazel, her eyes blinking slowly, lowered her gaze in response.

Francisco's touch continued its gentle exploration, tracing her earlobe and then moving on to her earring. Hazel instinctively turned her head away, averting her gaze from Francisco's scrutinizing attention.

Breaking the silence, Francisco uttered, "Be honest with me, Hazel."

His fingers lingered on her earrings, his gaze focused intently on the small piece of jewelry.

Hazel, startled by his unexpected request, glanced at him with wide eyes.

She stammered, "Wh... what?"

Hazel took a step back, Francisco's fingers left her earring instead of ruffle her hair. He raised an eyebrow and adopted a serious tone, a sudden shift that caught Hazel off guard.

"Your hair smells nice. Which shampoo do you use?"

Francisco inquired, his question lingering in the air.

Hazel, perplexed by the unexpected question, arched her brows, finding Francisco's inquiry rather peculiar. His ability to switch to such an odd topic left her momentarily puzzled.

Leaning down, Francisco brought his nose close to her hair, inhaling its fragrance. Hazel's expression reflected her struggle to comprehend the unusual situation unfolding. Francisco, holding a lock of her hair, looked up at her.

"I'm asking you something," he stated, seeking a response to his peculiar query.

Hazel, still trying to grasp the nature of the conversation, stammered.

"It's just a regular one, sir. Nothing too expensive."

Francisco continued to smirk as he looked down at Hazel's hair, his fingers playfully ruffling through the silky strands.

"It seems the shampoo is so lucky," he remarked cryptically, his gaze fixed on her hair. Hazel, raising her gaze, couldn't help but express her confusion.

"What?" she questioned, her uncertainty evident.

His eyes, like an endless ocean of mysteries, locked onto Hazel's, capable of drawing anyone into their depths.

"If my PA keeps things from me, that bothers me," he stated, the playful tone in his voice betraying the calculated intent behind his words.

Hazel's expression abruptly changed, her features reflecting a mixture of surprise and concern.

"Tonight, we have to go somewhere," Francisco declared, his eyes lifting from whatever he was engrossed in to meet Hazel's gaze.

"Where will we go, sir?"

Hazel inquired, her curiosity palpable in the furrow of her brows. Francisco's gaze traveled from top to bottom, a thorough examination that left her feeling exposed.

"Just don't forget that this is not a casual meeting. It's a party," he emphasized, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

"Party?"

"You must accompany me there as my partner," Francisco stated, his choice of words leaving Hazel momentarily flustered.

"Partner?"

Hazel stammered, taken aback by the unexpected proposition.

After a brief pause to collect her thoughts, Hazel cautiously responded, "Okay, sir. So, is it possible for me to go right away to my home?"

The prospect of attending a party required a shift in attire, and she considered the practicalities of preparing for the evening.

"You don't need to go home for a change," Francisco replied, already making his way out.

"Let's go," he added, leaving Hazel to gather her belongings.

With that, Francisco left the room, leaving Hazel to quickly gather and organize the scattered documents on the table.

After some time, Francisco's sleek black car glided to a stop in front of a high-end boutique, a place where only the wealthiest people dared to place orders. Hazel, a bit taken aback, found herself shocked when Francisco urged her to go shopping for him.

Despite her initial surprise, the fact that she was his personal assistant meant that such requests weren't entirely out of the ordinary. Stepping out of the car, they ventured into the upscale boutique.

Within, Hazel's eyes scanned the opulent surroundings, noting the luxurious fabrics and exclusive designs that adorned the racks. To her surprise, Mrs. Karan, a familiar face associated with high society, was present.

Mrs. Karan greeted them as they entered, her poised demeanor indicating she had been waiting.

"I was waiting for you, Francisco, and I've prepared everything according to your taste," Mrs. Karan announced, her gaze fixed on Francisco.

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