The best compared to the rest

Sensing Trouble

It's been two weeks since the impromptu 'change' occurred.

Two... excruciating weeks of having to work ten times as much .
I had never imagined a human so..tortuous and manipulative.
It could take an absolute blind man to notice the dwindling of the Jones' constant flare and enthusiasm of employees. Ofelia Oman was working every one to the core — and we had no say. I couldn't say same for her two musketeers though. It was quite a relief that I hadn't seen Alicia since our last encounter.

" Morning Miss." The parking lot attendant greets as I get out of my car.

" Morning." I manage a smile , straightening my beige pencil skirt and white blouse.

I walk out of the parking lot , stepping right into the open elevator with just one occupant.

" Good day."

" Good day , where do you get out?" Emerald eyes take me in. I barely glance at the tall stranger.

" 4th floor , thanks. " I answer , watching him press the elevator buttons . The elevator starts to move.

" You're welcome."

I suddenly feel the side of my bag vibrate , the files in my right hand falling when I try to adjust my smoothie cup to the side.

"Let me hold onto that for you." I glance up , his manly hand's on my cup , I let go and easily take out the phone now.

" Hello? , Bernice?"I'm about to crouch down to pick up the files when I see him get to it. I smile appreciatively , too focused on the call to take him in .

" Selena! , Are you here yet?"

" Yeah , I'm coming up." I answer.

" Guess who came back! , He was engrossed in so many files when I got to his office. "She squeaks.

" Took him long enough."I scowl at the elevator glass—my mind on the grand Kennedy Jones.

I —No one at the company had set eyes on the Adonis for the past two weeks. No phone calls , no information . That seemed to get the entire department wondering if he bailed out . Mr Charles had barely been heard of either , but we knew he was on his floor , that sparked hope. I was mad but also curious. What were they up to?

" Oh don't be a spoiler of good news."She chuckles , I hear rustling of papers in the background.

" The last time we saw Mr C.M.O in this premises was the day (I lower my voice) the torturer came around , correct?"

" Correct." She laughs out.

" Do you know the amount of work I've had to handle without his supervision? , He could have at least informed his favorite secretary — "

" And she had to put it like that"She sighs loudly.

I laugh , " Let's talk when I get there."

My eyes find him when I hang up . The man's in a grey suit . His black hair complimenting a pair of emerald eyes. He was good looking alright , I wouldn't say as mesmerizing as Jones but the man was worth gawking at.

Really? , You're comparing now?

" I'm really thankful.. erh.."

" Rexford ... Rexford Adams"He smiles lightly.

Wait..the Rexford?

" Nice to meet you , I'm Selena."I politely smile back , he extends his hand for a handshake - I take it , eyes catching the customised ring on his right thumb.

" ...always two-faced"—why didn't Antonio mention how nicely sculptured his first face was?

The elevator doors open , I step out , turning back to take what's mine when he walks out too.