6 Chapter 6

I'm at my desk sorting out some paperwork when I hear a knock on the door. I hate being disturbed when I'm doing something important and moreover, I am having a hard time putting that brunette guy Outta my head and now someone comes and distracts me again. Fuck. There's a second knock, which probably came prior to my indifference to the first knock.

"Come in." I snap. I'm still looking at the papers and haven't even looked up, to see who came in. I'm too pissed to do anything.

"Uh…Mr. Godfrey, er; Damian." The voice is familiar, but my anger has the upper hand and I lash out.

"How dare you call me by my first name? No employee ever did that and no one does! Who the hell do you think you are?" My senses come back, and I decide to look up at the person's face.

God forbid, let it not be Lucas. I have my fingers crossed. When I look up, it's him. Holy crap. He's standing, frozen at the doorway, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Double crap. His nose is blotched and has turned in a light shade of pink. Damn, me. What have I done? How do I handle this?

I awkwardly stand up from my plush chair and before I could say anything, he's out of the door. I'm standing still, not sure what to do. My regret is gnawing me.

Godfrey, go behind him, you asshole. My subconscious hisses and before I could realise it, I'm vamp speeding through the hallway. Where has he vanished? My thoughts are running wild. I walk down the aisle, to find the door of his new office shut.

Maybe he's in there. I walk towards the silver door and knock.

"It's me, Damian. Open the door. We need to talk." I'm trying to keep my voice as calm as I can, but deep inside, I'm screaming at myself. There's no answer.

"Open the door for fuck's sake, please." When have I last apologised to someone for what I did? Never. There's still no answer.

Well, what I'm planning on doing, maybe a little ill-mannered, but I have no option left. I push the double doors, revealing his office. I hear a faint weeping sound from the corner of the room. It's him. He's curled up in a ball, sitting on one of the couches, burying his face in his hands. I can't find the right words to say. I walk up to him and kneel on the floor.

"Lucas, Uh. I didn't know it was—"

"GET OUT!"

He ordered me to get out, screaming at the top of his lungs. Excuse me, what? Someone is throwing me out of a room of my own office building. I should've gotten more angry, but I didn't.

"Lucas, I didn't see it was you. I'm sorry." My voice is like a breathless whisper.

"Let me be. Please go." His voice is cold, distant.

"Do you really want me to go?" I nearly cave. Please say no.

"Yes."

Fuck. I abruptly stand up and walk out of his office. Sweat is trickling down my forehead. I've messed this up. I reach my office and call Natalie.

"Natalie. Fetch me some red roses and a white card."

"Sure, sir." I hang up. I seriously don't know what to do.

Soon, she scurries in my office and places some red roses, decorated and made up into a bouquet and places the white card on my desk. Good work.

"Thank you, Natalie. And have Lucas Carter sent in my office as soon as possible. It's the CEO's order." I command, my voice full of authority.

She nods. "Is that all, sir?" I nod and she turns towards the door and leaves. In the meantime, I take the white card and a black ink pen. As I scribble down a note.

"Flowers as an apology. I hope it's not too late to say sorry. - Damian Godfrey.

I blanch. My scalp prickles in fear. I don't know what his reaction will be and will he even keep working for my company. I put the pen down, as I lean against my chair, preparing myself for the worst.

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