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KADEN
Two days go by in the blink of an eye. I feel slightly tired and behind the eight ball today. I reflect on last night and how I was awake until three this morning, coming up with an agreement for Amber. My head’s swimming, wondering if I will even hear from her. Designing a contract before I know she’s even willing to consider the offer might have been a bit hasty.
I don’t even want to be at work, that’s how tired I am. Usually, I love my job. Still, maybe being here will let me clear my mind. Or at least, give me something else to focus on.
I’m sitting behind my large, cherry wood desk in my office, given to me by my grandfather as a gift for graduating from Harvard. My focus is entirely on the documents in my hands. I’m allowing work to consume me because it seems much more manageable than stressing that I may or may not hear from Amber.
The world almost sounds dull around me as my laser focus guides my steel blue eyes over each document. I lose myself in words in front of me because work is what I’m good at.
I know coming in today is the best thing to do for myself. It always provides the distraction I need from everything. I can’t do a half-ass job, so to do a good one I have to concentrate, removing everything else from my head.
My eyes sweep over each row of words, drinking them in carefully. I don’t even notice my leg shaking with anxiety, causing my heel to tap on the ground.
Suddenly, my phone rings, causing me to snap out of the trance. It takes two rings before I can think clearly enough to look at the caller ID. I quickly see that it’s Joan, my secretary.
What does she possibly need at this very moment?My fingers are now tapping on the desk. I quickly snatch the phone out of the receiver, holding it to my ear, slightly annoyed at the interruption but also anxious to see what she needs.
“Mr. Williams, you have a visitor,” she says, straight to the point.
A visitor?I think as I raise my eyebrow, unsure who might be here to visit me. I allow a brief pause before responding carefully.
“Okay, who is it?” I ask, confusion riddling my voice.
“A woman by the name of Amber Coleman.”
Precisely two days on the dot. At least she’s prompt.
“Go ahead and let her in,” I reply and quickly hang up the phone. I sit back in my plush swivel chair with my lips arching into a leer. I rest my elbows on the armrests as the tension of waiting for Amber to walk in continues to grow.
The documents from earlier are still lying flat on my desk. My eyes shift back to them, peering at every word again to mask the anxiety and tension building up in my body.
My office door opens abruptly, causing my gaze to shift automatically to the beautiful woman walking through it. She seems to float through the door with unparalleled and dignified grace. I can’t help but stare in adoration at her light brown wavy hair and her tantalizing eyes.
I’d recognize those hazel eyes anywhere. That’s definitely Amber Coleman.
I flash a quick smile, greeting her. “Hello, Amber,” I say happily.
Her being here must mean she wants to hear me out. Hopefully, she’ll agree to my proposal,I think to myself and clear my throat with a cough.
A smile beams on her face, kindness in her eyes.
“Good morning,” she replies politely as she sits on the couch adjacent to me.
My mind is racing with thoughts. I notice she looks good, and her outfit compliments her body well. I stand quickly, absentmindedly readjusting my gray stone suit and straightening my royal blue tie.
At least she’s giving me a chance to explain. I thought maybe she’d run for the hills after what I asked last time I saw her.I genuinely do think I’m making her a good offer, as long as I can get her to hear me out. It’s an opportunity for both of us.
I open the top right drawer of my desk, removing a manilla legal envelope containing the agreement I had prepared the previous night. Butterflies are racing in my stomach as I walk towards her, fumbling with the envelope.
Jesus, Kaden, what is your problem? I don’t know why you’re so anxious. This is like any other business deal,I think, trying to reassure myself. I take a moment to look at her, staring into her eyes. I can’t help but fully appreciate the intelligence and beauty in them, which seems to pull me to her.
Why does she have to do this to me?I try to shake the feeling as she smiles at me kindly, causing the anxiousness inside of me to rise more. I can nearly hear my own heartbeat. I have her attention at this moment, so I need to deliver.
I’m not trying to pressure her into an answer. But it seems she’s curious, at least to know what the terms say. I need to get this moving before she changes her mind.
I extend my hand, handing Amber the folder gingerly. I can’t help but notice that I’m shaking slightly, causing the envelope to do the same.
Okay, why am I shaking? I’m a business professional and review business contracts every other day. What makes this so different?
