Their End, My Beginning

Chapter 25

“Hi you must be Katherine.” She said with a dramatic sweet voice with a fake smile plastered on her

face and I gave back a blank look which seemed to tick her off if the way her jaw clenched was of any

evidence. I never replied or mind those people who were bitchy towards me. I can the worst bitch ever

and the sweetest person at the same time it all depends on the way people address me. Let’s just say I

am like a mirror. My attitude towards a person depends entirely on the way a person shows to me.

“Hi and yes, I am Katherine. Let me cut to the chase neither you nor I like each other so lets just get

this over with so neither of us have to see each other’s face.” I said very bluntly to the redhead,

shocking her, which was masked pretty quickly with yet another fake smile. Don’t even ask me why she

even bothers to do that.

“Mr. Scott is waiting for you. He doesn’t like those who are not punctual, so let me show you to his

room before you get scolded on you first day, shall we.” She said showing me fake concern. No matter

how much a person acts, I can see through their act pretty easily, and that’s the main reason why no Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

one can hide a secret from me. No matter best friend or boyfriend. That’s the main reason why I can

find out if Mandy or Ry is hiding something.

I follow her from the big room where there’s a small desk-like-cubicle to wall on the left and several

chairs on the right I assume it must be the waiting room to take a right and through a small hallway to

stand in front of wooden double doors. She knocked on the door and then left after nodding to me.

Inhaling a huge chunk of air in and exhaling it out, I opened one door and came inside the large room.

As I enter the office to my left was the 4 modern white sofa chairs arranged in a box shape with the

glass table in between which had a flower in middle. To my right is the wall was floor-ceiling glass

through which we can see most of the Newyork city. It was such a beautiful sight, and to my front is the

most handsome person sitting on a modern chair and table with a stoic face. He looks so handsome in

his suit. An emotion passes his eyes in a millisecond speed as he looks me from toe to head and when

we look into each other’s face, I saw him with his jaw clenched tightly.

He cleared his throat, asking me to enter his office. In a professional way as if talking to one of his

clients he tells me all that I need to know to start on my design for his new building and calls his

secretary in to show me my cubicle which he has made recently for the designer to be on the same

floor as his so he could inform his ideas and changes on the spot wasting no one’s time. As I got up he

put forward his hand and I put forward mine for a handshake.

“Miss Marshal, I hope you have a pleasant time working here.” He says with no emotions to his face.

“Thankyou Mr. Scott.” I say with the same no-emotion tone and saw his jaw clenched as I called him

formally. Like I said, no matter who, I can be a total bitch if you act that way towards me.

With that, I turn around, following his secretary to my new cubicle. As I exit his office, I turn 90 degrees

to open the door to my office. As I entered my office, I noticed that our rooms were pretty close,

meaning it’s only a wall that is in between us. It can go both ways, relation-wise also room-wise. From

my office I could see his office. The wall separating us is made of glass.

I guess he divided his room into two, even then my office is big. Big enough to have two black sofa one

facing his office and one facing my desk and a small red table in between. Everything here is modern. I

sat on my chair and then noticed a button under the desk. As I pressed on it, the glass got frozen. And

that made me release a huge sigh of relief, I could feel his stare the moment I entered my office. Will it

always be like this between us? very tensed stranger like. With another deep breath, I kept my head on

my hands that were crossed on the table. As I thought on how to survive rest of my days.

*Ryder’s POV

As Kat entered the room, the atmosphere got very tensed. As she looked at the decorations of my

room, I looked at her. From toe to her hair that was loosely tied up, she always hated it when her hair

was kept down, though she looked both ways I loved when she kept her hair down, it made her eyes

stand out. The pencil skirt she wore showed the beautiful curves of her. That gave me an instant hard-

on. This woman even without giving a glance can make me hard while others have to work on it for 30

minutes maximum. No one was as beautiful and hot as fuck like her.

As I finally made contact with her, the butterflies in my tummy started fluttering after coming out of their

coffins. It been 3 years since I had these feelings. The feelings I had when I looked at her. The moment

I saw her eyes dilating to catch on to my expression showed in my eyes, I coughed and turned to stoic

expression again.

After giving all the instructions to her, I called my slutty secretary who came in wearing a dress that

showed everything. She thinks with that she can make me bed her. That is all in her dreams. If I bed

her, then it will be because she becomes unemployed. I always had a rule that I don’t intend to break

and that is ‘not to sleep with my employees’. Though I noticed the way she gave death glares to my…

cough… to Kat. That’s it, she is just Kat, not mine anymore. Anyway, as I was saying if looks could kill,

the way my secretary glared at Kat, I would have probably started to arrange her funeral. The mere

thought of death gave chills to me.

After sending them out I sat back in my chair running hands through my hair. As I saw her as she

entered her room looking around her room, she went and sat behind the chair and pressed the button

that I too had under my desk that gave us our privacy. I let out a deep breath and put my head on my

hands on the table.

If this is how it is going to be every day, I am going to return to who I was after begging her for

forgiveness cause I cannot handle being away from her, hiding my true emotions, acting as if strangers.

It was pure torture. What more is waiting for me?