Dareen

24# Can't Pretend

Song: Can't Pretend- Tom Odell.
Dareen
Looking up from the file between my hands, I watched Elliot as he stood there admiring the view.
Nothing is between us except a sheet of glass, but pride is holding me back from forgiving him.
"Miss Isaac, your flight is at 5PM. Sir Elliot said that you should go home to rest for a bit." Maria said quietly.
"He's not giving me the chance to catch my breath. How can I leave with all these things unfinished?" I sighed,"Get me some coffee, please."
"Okay, but what if he asked me why didn't you leave?" She frowned.
"Tell him to come talk directly to me."
"Alright. Excuse me." She nodded before walking out and closing the door behind her.
Looking back at Elliot, I found him sitting on his desk jotting down things on a piece of paper with his head rested on his left arm.
He looks like a child, and as much as I hate him, something inside me made me smile at the sight of him sitting like this.
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Elliot
I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots,
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it,
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close,
not even a little bit,
not even at all.
I sighed throwing my pen across the desk. What is this shit am I writing?
Looking up, I saw Dareen still sitting behind her desk. Walking out to Maria's office, I closed the door grabbing her attention.
"Why is Miss Isaac here?"
"Uh- she said that she didn't finish her work."
"Hmm." I nodded. "Grab your things, and leave already. It's getting too late." I sighed.
"Okay, sir." She smiled. "Will you stay here?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"If Patricia is still staying downstairs, tell her to leave as well. Her son must be worried about her."
"Okay." She nodded again.
"Tell Miss Isaac to leave, now. It's too late."
"But, she told me that it would be better if you talked directly to her."
"Oh really? Okay." I nodded stepping out of her office and into Dareens'.
"Miss Isaac, it's getting late. You must go home."
"Sir Evans, I have work to finish since we're travelling in few hours." She faked a smile.
"Leave it."
"I can't."
"I'm telling you to leave it." I repeated slowly- more sternly.
"And I'm telling you that I'm not leaving my work unfinished."
"Dareen!" I yelled.
"What do you want from me?" She stood up in anger.
"Come," I pulled her arm as I walked out of her office.
"Where are you taking me? Are you out of your mind?"
"No one is in the whole company except the security man because it's too late. I'm taking you home."
"You can't do that! I'm not a kid. I have my car, and I can tell my friend to come and pick me up if I'm feeling uneasy."
"I trust no one with you!" I screamed.
"You're my boss not my boyfriend!"
Ignoring her comment, I continued to drag her down the corridor.
"Elliot, I'm talking to you!" She yelled hitting my shoulder with her free hand.
"What do you want?"
"Treat me like any other worker here. Why are you doing this?!" She cried out rubbing her wrist.
"You're pushing me too far. That's why!" I yelled.
"I don't think that any CEO drags his assistant like this!"
"I give the order once. They all obey, but you'll always be a brat!"
"I'm a brat?" She narrowed her eyes.
"Yes!"
"And you're an asshole!"
"Watch your language!"
"You do the same!"
"I was just describing you!"
"Hell yeah, and I did the same."
"You're so freaking annoying! Can't you just shut up?"
"You're the one making all the noise not me."
"Yeah sure." I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever, I'm leaving!"
"No, you're not! I'm coming with you." I shook my head.
"I don't let assholes into my car."
"You call that frog a car?"
"That frog is cuter than you."
"Whatever, you're the one coming with me anyway."
"Hell, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are."
"I thought that I was a brat!"
"Yes, you are."
"Whatever."
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"Sit here till I check in."
"I'm coming with you." She shook her head.
"Dareen, sit." I ordered sternly and she rolled her eyes sitting down. "Give me your passeport." I sighed as she handed it to me.
Walking to the man behind thr desk, I smiled.
"Hello, sir."
"Hello, I have a reservation."
"Your name, sir?"
"Elliot Evans."
"It's a suite, right?"
"Yeah, but I want you to do something for me, please."
"Sure, sir." He nodded looking at me.
"Can we change it to two separate rooms?"
"I can check-"
"No, you can't. There are no other rooms, alright?"
"But-"
"Don't even check it. I reserved a suite for reason, huh?"
"I can't switch anything today. I'm so sorry. Is there a problem with the suite?" He chuckled.
"Not at all, but I want you to tell this to this lady if she asks you to switch the reservation to two private rooms." "Sure." He nodded.
"Is there anything for me to sign?"
"Yeah, here and here." He passed me two papers.
"Will you please give me your passeports for a second?" He asked and I nodded handing them to him. "Your suite is ready, sir." He smiled motionning for me to follow him.
"Okay." I nodded walking to Dareen. "C'mon." I told her and she stood up walking by my side.
"There are no rooms, so we will share a suite." I told her casually.
"What?" She narrowed her eyes.
"Maria must've done a mistake." I shrugged.
"I'm not staying with you." She glared at me as I opened the door.
"You'll have a private room, but we will share the living room and the kitchen. If you don't trust me that much, you can lock your door." I sighed.
"I don't and I will." She said sternly before walking to her bedroom and slamming the door shut before locking it.
Okay, then.