Skyla was a tad apprehensive about going to the office the next day. What if she had said sothing embarrassing to her boss?
So she decided to check with Lawrence. She had baked cookies for him as well and would hand them over.
Knocking on his door she entered with his permission. Lawrence was busy working on his computer.
"Good morning! Lawrence," she greeted, stepping closer to his desk, she noticed his hair and was bemused. He had cut off his dreadlocks.
"Nice haircut," she added.
"Good morning! Miss Skyla. How are you? Yes, I got tired of them, I wanted a ’temple fade’, it’s so ’in’ these days." His hand rubbed the shaven sides of his head.
"Looks nice." She gave him a thumbs up and placed the cookie jar she had brought for him. Seeing it, he jumped out of his seat and snatched the jar off the table and into his embrace.
"My precious!" He mimicked Gollum from Lord of the Rings when he found that ring. Skyla shook her head at his antics and burst out laughing.
"All yours, don’t fight with Mr. Zyair now," she instructed, sitting down in a chair opposite him.
"I will if he tries to steal my precious cookies." Lawrence hid the jar under his desk where Zyair won’t be able to see it.
"He won’t, I will ensure he always has his own," Skyla guaranteed and Lawrence relaxed.
"Thank you, Miss Skyla. You ever need anything, I am the boy," he pointed his fingers towards himself with a cluck and she nodded in understanding.
"Can I ask you sothing?" she hesitated before asking.
"Yup, yup, go ahead."
"Ahm! Did Mr. Zyair accompany us when you went to drop off? I can’t recall much from that night because of how drunk I was. That concoction we mixed was strong."
Lawrence hesitated at her question. He wasn’t sure how much he should reveal. Zyair had forbidden him from telling Skyla that he knew she was writing a comic.
The young boy wasn’t going to tell her that she slept on her boss’s shoulder. That will take away the whole persona of him being a gynophobe and if the word got out and the dia sohow got the whiff of it. There would be trouble.
"He did but we just dropped you guys off. Both of you ladies had dozed off so there was not much talking." Lawrence tried to keep the answer simple. He didn’t want any trouble with Zyair; the man could go all alpha mode at tis.
"Um, so I didn’t say anything embarrassing in front of him? Did I?" she had to go face him later and certainly didn’t want any air of discomfort between them.
Lawrence exhaled in relief. Seed like Skyla didn’t rember using his shoulder as her personal pillow.
"Nops, nothing out of the ordinary. Relax, Miss Skyla. You deserved a fun night after all the hard work," Lawrence waved his hands, trying to show her she should relax. She got up at his answer with a satisfied smile.
"Thank you, Lawrence, for dropping ho and the drinks." She turned around to leave.
"Thanks for the cookies. I am going to be teasing the boss that I have a bigger jar."
Both jars were the exact sa size. Their cookie battles will never cease, Skyla was sure of it now. Chuckling slightly, she left his office to resu her work.
Half an hour into her work when her office phone buzzed. She picked it up and found Zyair’s baritone voice at the other end.
"Miss Skyla, please co to my office."
"Sir! I am on my way," Skyla quickly answered. He seed serious on the phone.
Was she in trouble? The plethora of questions brimd her brain as she got up and hurried to his office. He hadn’t arrived today when she did. It was the first ti he was late or maybe he was in the bathroom when she knocked on his office door earlier.
Would he be mad that she didn’t greet him?
She slowly entered through his office door, her heart going berserk inside her chest. The years of abuse had resulted in her anxiety spiking within seconds.
Although, ti and again Zyair was proving to her that he was nothing like Doran. Yet she couldn’t control her body’s reactions and she hated it.
Zyair was standing by the window and was on his cell phone when she entered. His awaiting eyes found her and he pointed to the seat and continued talking.
She quietly perched on the designated place and waited for him to finish his phone call. Her hands fidgeted in her lap.
Zyair soon ended it and turned to face her. Inwardly he was delighted to notice that her face had very little make-up today. aning her bruises had been healing.
"Good morning! Miss Skyla. How are you today?"
"Good morning! Sir, I am pretty good," she answered, her heart calming slightly, seeing the soft look in his eyes.
"I called you here on urgent business. We have to travel to Marica City for the signing of a business deal. It will take us two days, maybe three depending on the amount of work.
Skyla nodded in understanding as Zyair continued.
"You and Lawrence will accompany . We will be leaving in the company’s private jet. In about," he glanced at his classic black watch and said, "Four hours. So go ho Miss Skyla and pack a suitcase. My driver will take you and bring you directly to the airport."
Skyla sat in breathless silence for a while. She had never gone outside of Angel City after her marriage. Doran never took her to a honeymoon or any other place for that matter.
Zyair watched her in eagerness, waiting for her to answer him.
"Umm, three days?" she asked in confusion. How was she going to get permission for three days from Doran? And what was she going to be doing? Zyair understood her apprehension.
"Doran will not be an issue. I will be calling and informing him myself. This deal is crucially important. So, relax and go pack." The solemn easiness of his voice unknotted the twisting despair in her belly.
She let out the breath she was holding as he clutched the back of his chair and curiously and yet assuringly watched her. His words seed to have lifted a burden off her shoulders. She quickly got up and asked with her refreshing smile.
"I will be quick. Anything specific I need to be packing?"
"Yes, your favourite ani costu. We will be attending the Marica ani convention." It was one of the biggest to be held in the world and every ani fan always looked forward to it.
Zyair then winked at her knowing too well that this would eagerly prompt her and to his amusent, her smile slowly molded into a grin at her boss’s words and action.
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