“I don’t know Johan, you’re playing this really…really too close to the vest. What happens when Aniya finds out who you are?” Susan pressed her palms against her castle pine wooden desk, leaned over and hoisted herself above her cousin who pretended not to listen to her. He just sat, fiddled with a pen in between his fingers, and stared out the high rise office windows.
“Why don’t you let me worry about how close I’m playing things and you worry about being a good supervisor. huh?” Johan finally turned and flashed Susan a wide grin. But his boyish grin didn’t move her one bit. Well except to stand right in front of him and block any further distraction from the stunning sunlight, and magnificent clouds forming outside the windows.
“Look Johan, this all started innocently enough. You wandered downstairs to check things out and one look and you were instantly distracted, like you always are by new and shiny things. You…”
Johan jumped to his feet. This time it was him hoisted above the woman he’s known as more like an older sister than a cousin his entire life. “She’s not a ‘shiny thing’! It’s not like that Suze. I…I…” He felt something move in his stomach. What the heck? Was the ever cerebral, barely emotional Johan experiencing butterflies? “I swear.” His arms dropped limp at his side.
She gasped. She could see the vulnerability in his eyes. Johan gently maneuvered his way around Susan and stood beside the wall covered with windows.
Susan made her own graceful move and joined him. “So tell me. Tell me what it’s like. I’m all ears.”
Johan looked away from the arresting scene happening outside the window and curled his lips into a slow smile. “How much time do you have?”
“For you?” Susan tilted her eyes toward the international clocks adorning the wall across from the array of windows “30 minutes, until my next meeting.”
Laughter filled the space between them.
To Be Continued…
“Sir, are you sure about this? I don’t think…” Andrew was immediately cut off. A voice boomed across from him. “We’ve talked about this – repeatedly I might add. I know what I’m doing. The staff on the ‘ground floor’ have never seen me so…so I’ll be alright. Andrew I swear, you worry too much dude.”
Andrew’s eyes widened, he still can’t quite get used to his boss’ casual demeanor . Well, technically his boss. He shook his head and went in for the kill to try to persuade the young millionaire that he is going down a very wrong path.
“Sir, what happens when she finds out who you really are?” Johan finally spun around from packing his gym bag. He gently stepped into Andrew’s space with a smirk painted across his lips.
“Will you cut out the “Sir-bit”. It’s Johan.” He paused. “But ah, Joe…Joe in front of my ‘co-workers'” A full smile formed on his face. He spun around and returned his undivided attention to his gym bag .
Behind him, Andrew forced his lips together. Tight. He is making a huge fool of himself and I will have to clean up all the mess. “Ahem. Sir…I mean Jo…Jo-han all I’m saying is pretending is never good…”
Johan was all set. He strapped the bag across his chest, stepped up to Andrew and gave him two soft taps on his left shoulder then looked up at his towering assistant. “You worry way too much Andy. I got this.” Johan took two steps toward the door, then pivoted toward Andrew again. “It will be all good man. Trust me. You’ll see. Now I have a company ball game to pitch in.” Johan winked and shot out the door like lighting.
To Be Continued…
“You’re not serious. What are you doing here?” Her eyes were the size of tennis balls and her jaw dropped to her chest. Instead of being turned off he matched the disgusted look on her face with a warm smile, and eyes that glistened at the sight of her.
“I’m very serious. You need me…you need me here.” His face was beaming now. She however, rolled her eyes, turned around and continued adding cans to the shelf. “Like I need a heart attack?” She threw back over her shoulder.
“Oh come on. Don’t be like that.” He took a few steps toward her. She immediately sensed his presence drawing nearer and jumped off her step stool to confront him. “Listen buddy…” She spitted out sarcastically. “I am good. Good getting things done, and better off doing it alone.”
He bowed his head in an attempt to hide the chuckle that was bursting out of him. “How is a little help going to hurt?” He eventually offered. She glared at him with eyes so wide they could potentially suck him in at any moment. “Hurt? Um…I just don’t…don’t need it! That’s all!” He drew in a long breath before offering his feedback.
“Maybe you don’t realize it? Maybe…” Before he could go on, she jumped back on to the step stool and started working again. “You just don’t get it.” She muttered as she stretched her arm upward and across.
“Ah, what was that?” He pretended he didn’t hear her precisely.
“I’m sure you have better things to do. I’m good here.” She quipped then jumped down again and headed deeper into the storage area to a back room.
With a silly grin painted on his face, he followed after her…
To Be Continued…