Ahh, so hot in here!
"Phew! I'm gone totally crazy!" - I said it aloud and turned on my heel and head off the toilet to help with my little problem. We could call it a huge problem, the raging boner was confined in my pants and making me very uncomfortable. I just got it in a split second, thinking of the hot, stuttering guy with the black hair and what I'd really like to do to him.
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I looked after my little problem in the toilet earlier, and now I tried to actually focus on my job. No matter how hard it seemed to be.
My mind kept going back to that moment when I held him in my hands, and refused to leave it be.
"Gosh, what's wrong with me today?"- sighed in myself after the forth attempt making the flower arrangement the way I envisioned it. I really just wanted to get on with my life, doing business in the flower shop. I didn't need distraction in my life, No matter how sweet it could be.
After numerous attempts and failure I gave up on the gerberas and mini roses composition and shoved them to the side. I touched my forehead to the cool surface of the work table and closed my eyes briefly. The concept I created in my mind didn't come together. It didn't look good at all, in fact it looked unprofessional and badly organised. Ugly.
"I can't have it that way. My Grandfather wouldn't have let this happen." - I said it aloud, and nearly jumped out of my skin when the landline phone started to ring beside the till. Like it was a sign from above, maybe my Grandpa waved his finger at me knowingly that I'm in a crisis.
I quickly stepped over to the till and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Edmonton's Flower Arrangements, Greg's speaking. How may I help you?" - I said in a well practiced manner.
"Uhm, yes, I'm calling from London & Sons Law firm, I'm Marian Madsen, personal assistant of Mr. London. He asked me to organise a flower bouquet every day, starting from tomorrow. If it's possible could it be done by 8.45 am sharply, wrapped tightly in cellophane, made of white lilies and some greens that looks pretty with it. The worth of the bouquet would be about £15." - she said it in one go, didn't even have to ask much.
"We are not open at the weekends, Ma'am." - I answered politely.
"Oh, well, I meant to add, only Monday to Friday, sorry about it." - she rushed it out.
"Will it be paid by cash, or should I open an account." - I asked back.
"As far as I know, in the coming days, it will be paid by cash, and Mr. London will pick the bouquet up by himself." - the PA answered then she added:
"The CEO is very sensitive to lilies, can you please make sure to wrap the lilies up well?" - she sounded worried a bit.
"Then why it has to be lilies, if he is so sensitive to them?" - I asked her curiously and chucked the phone between my ear and my shoulder. I stepped away from the till and tried reaching for my notepad.
"It's a tradition in our company, his Father started and now he took over the company he needs to continues with this tradition as per his father's wishes." - Ms. Madsen replied.
"Oh, right, I understand."
Suddenly I remembered, a gentleman who used to come everyday for a bouquet of lilies. I haven't seen him for a couple of month now. Perhaps is this the same company? - now my curiosity picked up.
I could be a spy or something in this rate, I might be right on this. The guy, I ran into earlier has to be Dr. London's son! Oh my Gosh....
"He is Dr. London's son!" - my eyes widened when I realised I said it aloud.
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General Fiction"What do you want?" - I asked hesitantly. The boy looked at me with his piercing blue eyes and he just shook his head. "From you, I want nothing!" - he answered without a beat. "But you were the one who asked for help!" - answered him, making sur...
CHAPTER 9. - Misfiring misfortune
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