Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Alex pov: -

I was in my office, going over the recent month's Market capitalization date and finalizing my following investment plans for a new branch in Toronto when my best friend, Roman, barged in like he owned the place.

"Hey man, what's up? I heard you had been to a dinner with your family last night," he said with that menacing smirk. I so wanted to punch that smirk off his face a lot. But I ended up shrugging it off like dirt on my Armani blazer.

His smirk widened at my reaction, taking as much amusement out of this situation.

"What's so funny" I murmured—not making eye contact with him. His smirk became a smile and then a tiny laugh.

"Oh, I forget, My mistake buddy, That was no dinner! was it?" he chuckled when I didn't say a word.

"It was a well-plotted blind date, arranged for you by your "Mother Teresa? Wasn't it?" he remarked, emphasizing the word, 'Mother Teresa.' Hiding his laugh behind his terrible imitation of cough.

I dismissed his comments and averted my mind back to the file in front of me. "Are you here to bicker on me or is there any certain reason you barge in my door uninvited," I asked, raising my left eyebrow in a questioning way.

At that, He fakes his yet another hurt expression of his which I already said was "fake."

"Ow, that hurt, you know. I remember that we're best buddies, Alex. You broke my heart. I'm in pain now ouch my heart it's wounded," He said, placing a hand along with his heart, clutching it dramatically while smirking at me.

"Seriously, Roman what's the actual reason you came in? If there is none, then get to your work and let me do mine." I finished the Orlando investments leger file sliding it to the pile of my others. However, it never reaches its destination.

Roman stopped the file in the middle of the desk, opened it pretending to read, but closed it again.

"Fine, you are such a killjoy, you know, buddy. OK, so the real reason for being here is that my sister is in the central library and I have a meeting in half an hour, so I was thinking.........

"You were thinking umm hmm, well that's new. Here I was thinking that you lost your ability of thinking." I replied, amused at him. "so, what is it you were thinking anyway?"

I was thinking... if maybe you could go out in your lunchtime drive around the city to free up your mind and then as being my only best friend pickmysisterfromthecenterallibrary also ". the last sentence was fast played, but I caught it. I gave him

(are you kidding, look)

"Are you serious man? Now I have to babysit your sister.? No Man I'm not doing it,"

I told him in a dismissing way and picked another file to check the ledger investment of my company.

"And by the way, why can't she call a cab or her boyfriend? She is old enough now, I think."

"No, she is not old enough. She is still my baby sister, and to answer your next question, she doesn't have a boyfriend, and I don't want her to ride any cab after the last incident of her almost getting lost.

Please, Alex, just once! Do this for me, and I will owe you for it for the rest of my lifetime. You will become godfather to my kid, and I will wash your car for next month," he responds, giving me puppy dog eyes.

Isn't he so dramatic? I know I've been dealing with him since my childhood. We are more like diaper buddies. Only sometimes does he overdoes it. I told him, don't do the puppy dog eyes, but hell, he never listens to me. Darn him.

"OK, I'll pick her up at....," before I could complete my sentence, I heard him doing his fist pump.

"Yes, I knew you could never resist my charm buddy! Just be there at 1, OK? Don't want to be late. Or you won't be getting the sweet sister. She hates to wait and you don't want her to make a scene. Bye," he walked out, closing the door behind him.

I drove my car at 120 mph. Why?

Guess why??

I was late!!

And.

I didn't want Roman's sister, Maria, to break me a lecture on punctuality in the middle of the road. He was correct that his sister hates waiting. When we were kids, I remember how she shouted at us for being late when we picked her up from elementary school.

I parked my car outside Western libraries, making my way to the doorway. Roman said she'd be outside waiting. Where is she then? I'm late just five minutes, but she won't let it slide. I know it. I was just about to go inside the library when someone bumped into me.

"Hey watch where you going idiot," said the voice. I looked down and saw a tiny girl with brunet hair.

When she looked up, I realized that I had seen her somewhere. Where though? Oh yeah, she is that brunet I saw on the street outside the club.

"I'm sorry, but I remember you were the one not looking, so I think I deserve to hear an apology," I cut in. The girl looked up, anger twisting her features.

"Pardon me! I think I heard you wrong but did you say that I need to apologize to you," she exclaimed, pointing her finger at me, looking at me in a way that says (are you insane).

"Well, I don't think you are deaf so start apologizing, I don't have much time," I raised my hand, shooing her off.

"Well hello mister, I think you need to go visit a doctor because you were the one walking like a mad cow. Because of you, I fell on my rear end and there will be a bruise for sure in a few hours so I am the one entitled to an apology. If you don't know how to do it then I will enroll you in some school to learn it and also you will learn some manners too," she said, getting angrier than ever her, face turning color of red.

I ignored her, walking away from her "forget it, I don't want to speak to some commoner anyways."

"Really and who do you think are you!? President of America! I guess you should go check your face in the mirror idiot. Oh no, don't do that the mirror will break up in embarrassment," she said, turning around the corner and disappearing into the crowd.

I was shocked. No one, and I mean! No one spoke to me in such a disrespectful manner. I was about to reply, but before I could do the same, I heard a laugh behind me. "Dude, that was awesome. I guess I love that girl."

. "Perhaps then you should've asked her to babysit you, Maria," I said in a clipped tone, making her drop her smile and frown at me.

"By the way, where the hell you were? Weren't you supposed to meet me outside the library"?

"Well you were late, and I was hungry. So it was you, who I should blame, for not being outside the library. And don't you dare, 'Mr. Alexander William', use that tone with me. I'm won't take it like an obedient employee, I will kick your ass before you can say sorry," she shouted, opening the passenger side door and slamming it with a bang.

Owe, now don't take your anger out on my car. Maria, it's precious. I told her that I received a middle finger with a death glare.

I let out an aggravated breath and drove her to her house. Why did I even wake up today, I thought?