I won't be able sir

Scarlett POV)

There's a meeting scheduled for today, our department with labelling department. I rushed out from the bathroom, got myself prepared although I have hangover but what would I do? on reaching my mini parlor Brown who was sitting on the couch stood up and grip me preventing me from going back. He held me tight that I nearly screamed to let go.

I gave him a piece of my mind and turned away rushing to work. My work is more important and I won't give any chances.

I'm not surprised seeing him in, it was dawn on me since meeting him earlier at his office that he is the one behind my direct employment with accomodation so seeing him simply means he has a spare key to my apartment. It's indirectly his apartment so I should be expecting more of his barging in.

I left him inside but could tell he followed me from behind. Thanks goodness the cab man was waiting already for me so I hopped in immediately telling him to drive. Although he hesitated for a few seconds maybe thinking Brown who chased after me would joined but he still drove.

My mind kept blaming me why I left him, why I turned down his offer of giving me a lift but then I just want him to tell me what he is doing. I just need better explanations or maybe I could make him jealous to see if he likes me as much as I like him. Why special treatment for all these years without making his proper intentions known.

The only thing I could outlined that he constantly said is I like you, you owned my body, I missed you, I like you.... what's that for goodness sake? Would liking me clarify things? Is it not better I maintain my space? Why is he making it look that I'm desperate?

I got into my office space and prepared for the meeting with Miss Donna ordering us to start leaving to the auditorium. I brought out my makeup kit and applied some to my already smooth and shinny face. How good looking I am, I admired myself. I wore my body spray and I'm good to go.

I sat quietly at the meeting room watching him looked at me, all his focus kept coming my direction and I can't concentrate anymore.

Miss Debbie his secretary was reading out the last minute when a lady stomped in drawing all attention. She's the one.

She's the one, the lady I saw him twice with, he didn't walk her out instead went out with her. He came back after what seems like forever when the meeting was long begun and at the ending part he made a decision that I'm going to make one of the season dresses for Miss Cleopatra,the State governor's second daughter who is an international model after going through my sketch.

" I'm sorry Mr Brownstone I won't be able to." I said without minding any one. Who cares? I'm ready to be sacked after all I'm feeling uncomfortable already working here.

"why?" I heard him asked, inquiry to know why I declined.

"I really don't want to Mr Brownstone, there are a lot of competent designers here and I'm so serious about not wanting to make it."

I saw how my colleagues were whispering and shrugging but it's not my business, some of the ladies in labelling department said although low but I could heard them that I'm trying to show off. But on a second thought what exactly am I doing? I'm going too far to challenge him?

Some asked if I'm ready to be jobless, some said I should say that's not what I meant. It's isn't a slip of tongue no matter how they may try to force me change my mind.

Miss Donna just looked at me and said "mind your words don't put us in trouble". I didn't listen to anyone because my mind is made up to encounter anything.

He looked at me awkwardly wanting to see through my mind.