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I hear the clatter of Ayaka’s heels, and I look up from my desk.
God, she’s beautiful.
Her suit is perfectly tailored to her elegant figure, and her makeup is minimal. She has a nice red lip and a small patch of pink lush on her cheeks because God knows she has almost no pigment. I’ve been lucky enough to see her without makeup, and she looks just as beautiful.
“Hello, Harry.” she smiles and leans over my desk.
Her eyes bore into mine, and I have to stop myself from looking down her shirt. The way her necklace dangles there makes it very hard.
I clear my throat, “Um, yeah. Yes?”
“About the Christmas shopping you’re taking me on…”
Oh, please don’t say you’re going to quit.
“… I really want to… try harder, um, this year. You know, get presents that come from the heart,” she says, stumbling as she goes.
My eyes widen in shock, and Ayaka notices.
“Yeah, I know. Not my style when it comes to gifts.” She stands straight and folds her arms across her chest.
“No, sorry. I didn’t mean to be so shocked,” I quickly try to correct my behaviour.
“It’s okay. I know how I am.” Her voice trails off and Ayaka looks down at the floor. I never thought I’d see her disappointed in herself.
“It’s alright Ms. Calloway. We’ll work on it together.”
Ayaka lifts her head and smiles.
“Great! I think you can call me Ayaka. We’ve worked together for long enough.”
Oh, man. I’m in love.
“Sure… Ayaka.”
I almost moan at the way her first name sounds on my lips.
“You want something from the heart?” I ask.
“Yes,” she nods her head.
“You have a heart?” I joke and Ayaka laughs.
“Well, perhaps that’s up for debate, but it’s in there somewhere. I know it.” She taps my table twice and walks back to her office.
I lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling while I wonder if maybe the Wishing Tree actually works.
Chapter 2: Ayaka
Ifinishmyworkaround ten that night and get ready to head home. Picking up my purse from the hanger, I walk into the hall where I can see Harry’s computer brightly shining in his face. He’s always the last to leave. Except for the few times he’s left before me.
In fact, when Harry first started working here, it was a bit of a game between us.
Who can work the longest?
My grandfather used to say that employees don’t leave until the boss does. My dad said you shouldn’t push an employee farther than they can take or you risk the quality of the product. A well-rested employee will work better than one who’s been pushed too far.
After being an employee at my dad’s job as his assistant, I veered more toward my parents’ way of thinking. But I developed my own way of doing things while I was building up my company. Bosses always work overtime. Especially at the beginning. And I guess I never stopped.
