The Incubus and His Secretary

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n, I had to get up at 4 in the morning despite having reached home at 12.30am, dress within seconds and have breakfast on the bus, reach

end of it. Then again, why hadn't I researched her properly? It's very unlike me. I always stay prepared for all kinds of circumstances. Oh, yeah! Guess I was busy loathing Mr. M

makes me

es in the world including an expensive looking coffee machine on one and a fancy mini bar on the other side of a room, big enough to fit a thousand people and decorated with huge lighting fixtures the shape of globes that cascaded down from the plain white and black walls.

had me rethinking my decision. Half the words were in Japanese or Chinese (never could distinguish the two) and I had no idea what the other h

d any help

husky and all too familiar voice.

name brought a s

asked my ex-collegiate and

" He gave me a dimpled smile. "And you m

friend after nearly five years apart? There must

look different." He motio

difficult to get a job when you loo

ut of your adorable baby face.

that as a complemen

coffee machine hummed to life, beeping and steaming. He produced a cup from the opposite side of the counter the machine was set on and held it under a lever. Steam came

rofessional cappuccino froth!" He said a

rtled. The scent of freshly brewe

e was wide and genuine. "C

posite me. "Aren't you going to have som

had a huge break

did include Mr. Simons, or Joe, as he likes to be called. I'd made the mistake of accepting her invitation for breakfast

ce then. She was so sure you'd be her daughter-in-

ith

which was resting on top of the couch. "It's been five year

ay to Canada after graduating, he'd been offered his internship there while I'd made it to Bluestar. We'd parted on relatively good terms. We d

ove back to New

even went to your old apartment, but it's be

to relocate. It's quite far from here." I told hi

ds, like nothing had happened between us at all. The awkwardness had gone away and I was gushing on about my life like I hadn't spoken in years. There was always this thing about Keit

same receptionist who'd shown me the waiting room. I walked behind t

torehouse for millions of files, this place was neat and beautifully decorated. There were even several model houses o

et of double doors and then hel

was instantly pinned in place

blonde hair, a face that looked like a Goddess, and a to-die-f

es

de me realize that my thoughts had drifted towards a

nal Secretary." I told her, taking a seat on a chair

said with a kind of famil

nswered her and watched as her ey

of her soft pink lips as she spoke his name wi

her, handing over the file I'd brought with me. "All the details

ur

and all the details that go with it, but Trev

her. "I like the deal. But I'll need to speak t

t, so I guess I'll have to arrange for the meeting

inalized. "T

I don't like th