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Chapter 7. A Day at the Office

7. A Day at the Office

Sabrina's POV

It had been a day, and I had completed the majority of my responsibilities; all that was left was a fast trip to the grocery shop. Fortunately, the new firm's accommodations were not only comfortable, but also had a warm aura that made adjusting to this new setting surprisingly easy.

I changed out of my pyjamas and went to the store to get what I needed. The company even offered me a cook, which I politely declined. Cooking and baking were therapeutic for me, allowing me to briefly escape the difficulties that surrounded me. Furthermore, I preferred the flavor of my own cuisine to that of anything provided by others.

Even when my parents were still alive, I had a strong desire to cook for myself. My mother, in particular, had raised the bar with her culinary abilities, easily rivaling the master chef of a five-star restaurant. I appeared to have inherited her culinary prowess, having developed a love of cooking at a young age.

After selecting all of the necessities, I loaded them into the trunk of the car provided by the company. I chance to see him again while patiently waiting for the traffic to clear. Nio, my guardian angel—could I even call him that? His face was frustrated, and his car's windows were half-tinted, making it difficult to identify him at first glance.

My heart started racing again. I cast a sidelong glance this time, only to immediately escape my gaze. I couldn't figure out why I had reacted in this manner. I was relieved to find him gazing stoically ahead when I collected the bravery for a second peek.

"Maybe I can steal another look," I thought, caught off guard by the audacity of my own musings.

His hair was somewhat tousled, as if he'd gone through it with his fingers, yet this flaw just contributed to his attractiveness, improving his entire grace. And that car – a sleek black Aston Martin – was nothing short of captivating. Maybe it was my love of cars that drew me to them.

He revved the engine back to life and gracefully accelerated away. My heart was still beating as I kept my gaze riveted. The only thing that brought me back to reality were the screaming horns of impatient automobiles behind me. I sighed, moved my car out of the path, and drove on, unable to get the vivid image of him out of my head.


The next day, I prepared for work, taking extra care with my appearance.

"Good morning, ma'am. How may I assist you?" the receptionist, a blonde woman, inquired.

"Good morning. Could you please tell me where Mr. David's office is?" I asked politely.

"Do you have an appointment with him?" she asked, her name badge identifying her as Chelsea.

"He's expecting me," I replied.

"Your name, please?" Chelsea inquired.

"Sabrina Kline." She made a quick call, nodding in response to the voice on the other end.

"Yes, miss. Please follow me," Chelsea said, leading me down a long hallway and into an elevator.

She knocked on the office door, and when a faint "come in" was heard, she gestured for me to enter, which I did.

A person with their back to me was seated in a swivel chair. When Mr. David sensed me standing behind him, he turned to face me.

He was not at all what I had expected. I had imagined someone of Mr. Finn's age, but before me sat a decent-looking man, probably in his mid-twenties.

"Done checking me out, Miss?" he smirked.

"I... I..." I struggled to find words, though I hadn't been checking him out. I was merely making a mental comparison to my previous employers.

"Relax, I was just kidding. Please, take a seat," he said, and I obliged.

"So, you're Sabrina?" I nodded. "I've heard a lot about you from Mr. Finn."

"I hope it's all been positive," I said, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Believe me, it was more than positive. That old man couldn't stop bragging about you," he continued. "Though I didn't care for him much, I must admit he has a knack for hiring talented people, and after meeting you, I couldn't agree more. I've found a beauty with brains this time."

I blushed at his words. "Thank you, Mr. David."

"You can call me Mark. And don't think I'm hitting on you; I'm always this jovial with my employees."

"I understand," I smiled.

"Ask your boyfriend to keep you away from me, I might steal you," he said playfully.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"I have a certain charm that some people find irresistible," Mark said with a grin.

I liked him already. He seemed more approachable than Mr. Finn, and I appreciated his straightforwardness. "Don't worry, Mark, I'll warn my boyfriend to watch out for your charm."

"Is he handsome?" Mark grinned.

"Very," I replied.

"Keep him close; my charm is known to be quite potent," Mark teased.

"Is that so?" I laughed. Mark was an excellent icebreaker, and this was turning out to be a great first day. I was grateful for the chance to work here.

I hadn't made many friends at my previous firm because my boldness had rubbed people the wrong way, and they couldn't risk being associated with me.

"Whose girl are you trying to steal this time, Marky?" A cute young girl, around 19 or 20, stood by the door with her arms folded.

Mark quickly composed himself and walked over to her. "No one, love. You know I only have eyes for you."

"Then why were you asking about her man?" the young girl raised an eyebrow.

"How long have you been standing there?" Mark asked.

"Long enough to know that you've been inquiring about that lovely lady's lover," the girl pouted, and Mark kissed her passionately, pulling her close by the waist.

I cleared my throat to get their attention. They broke apart, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Is my work done? Can I leave?" I asked.

"Just one more thing, and then you can go," Mark said, taking the girl's hand in his own. "This is Christina, my girlfriend. Chris, meet Sabrina."

"Nice to meet you. Mark talks about you a lot. And Mark, you sound like her father," Chris said with a friendly tone, extending her hand for a handshake, which I gladly accepted.

"Likewise, Sabrina. I've heard so much about you. I hope we can get along," Chris said in a sweet voice.

Mark pulled Chris onto his lap and began briefing me on my work.

I couldn't help but admire how adorable they looked together, with Chris on Mark's lap and their arms wrapped around each other. It reminded me of a fantasy I once had with Nio, although I had to admit it quietly; my heart still raced at the thought of him.


On a chilly winter morning, I found myself seated on Nio's lap. We were both wrapped in a cozy blanket, with one of his arms encircling my waist, while the other diligently worked on his laptop. His gentle fingers traced the contours of my stomach, and every now and then, he planted tender kisses on my exposed neck.

I couldn't believe I was daydreaming about such a forbidden fantasy, right there in the middle of my office in broad daylight. I was completely flustered by my own thoughts; I had never imagined they would wander into such forbidden territory.

I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of those illicit thoughts that had once been my reality, while Mark's words faded into oblivion.

Mark waved his hand in front of me, breaking the spell. "Get a grip on your thoughts, baby girl."

I stammered, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Um... ahem, what were you saying, Mark? Sorry, I was lost in thought... about something."

Chris couldn't resist teasing me, saying, "Lost in thoughts of your Prince Charming, huh? It's okay, we get it." Mark joined in the laughter.

I blushed furiously and cast my eyes downward. "Come on, guys, it's not like we don't have our moments. Want me to prove the effect I have on you?" Chris retorted, blushing himself after Mark's teasing.

I redirected the conversation, saying, "Mark, you mentioned a project you wanted me to cover?"

Mark nodded, regaining his composure. "Yes, there's an event of great significance for all the entrepreneurs in Manhattan. I need someone reliable and confident to represent us. I couldn't think of anyone more capable than you. You've handled these situations admirably before. Are you up for it?"

I considered for a moment. "I think I can handle it. Please send me the details, but you do realize that such an extravagant event can't be managed by one person alone, right?"

Mark agreed, "Of course, that's why I'll be personally assisting you. The event will take place at a resort, and we'll need to leave tomorrow to prepare. It's a four-day event, and I know this is short notice, but I believe in your abilities."

I nodded. "I'll get my things ready and be prepared by tomorrow."

Mark assured me, "I've made all the necessary arrangements, and Chris will be joining us. I'll send you the details as soon as possible."

"Alright, then. I'll see you tomorrow," I said, picking up a folder from my desk and heading towards the door.

Mark called out, "Lock the door on your way out."

I turned to look at them briefly, but their hands were still all over each other. I left the room with a smile on my face, ready to face the new challenge ahead.


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