Move in willingly or I will move in with you

I woke in the morning to find Peter had prepared breakfast and was gone. I was surprised but happy about the gesture. Peter has been the best over the two years that we worked together. He cared for me like his sister, but sometimes I find the gesture too suggestive.

I didn't feel like going to work that day, but I had to. I got a big client in West City that needed our services on a big event. I read it as an engagement party in the next two weeks. I didn't want to go into too many details and would leave such things to Peter.

Peter was good at that. I only needed to sit in my office and attend a part of the preparation, and that was it? Today I just felt like sleeping in.

I felt like not working. I had no motivation to work hard. I could not sleep the previous night thinking about James.

Peter called me around 10:00am. I had gone back inside to nap and ended up sleeping for the next three hours.

"Hello"

"Good morning, boss?" Peter greeted

"What is it, Peter?" I asked

"Some people are here looking for you."

"Who are they?"

"They didn't say who they are, but they are insisting on talking only to you. But it's a middle-aged woman," He said over the phone. I wondered who would be looking for me.

"Okay. I'll be there in an hour," I said and hung up the phone. I woke up and stretched, and went to the bathroom. I felt refreshed

I didn't think much of who was looking for me. I thought it was one of the stubborn clients that pop up once in a while.

I always love wearing casual trousers when facing stubborn clients. They sometimes make you run around trying to salvage the situation with their tantrum.

Sometimes I just look at them when they throw a baseless tantrum. I wore navy blue trousers and a white sleeveless dropdown top with white and navy blue stripes. I knew I looked stunning with my hair put on a bun.

I took my handbag before booking a cab. It took less than a minute to have it at the gate. I wore beautiful white heels before going.

I was surprised to see the same driver that has been picking me up for the last few days.

"You again," I asked subconsciously

"Yes, ma'am." He smiled and replied

I didn't have much to do with him. I found myself quite most of the time. Except for Peter, everyone else thinks I am a cold person. I can't blame them. Since two years back, I have found nothing that makes me smile except a successful event and satisfied clients.

I paid the guy and went inside the huge giant building. The secretary on the ground floor has always been friendly. She smiled and waved at me when I entered the building. I want about to enter the elevator when she called me out.

"Excuse me, Miss Jane."

"Yes." Though I sounded distant, she still smiled and went ahead to talk to me

"I don't know if I should tell you, but it's important." She started, and it piqued my interest. It was rare for her to talk to me about anything in the first place. It must be very important.

"I overheard some women earlier talking about making things difficult for you. It seems they are here to make trouble. I don't know who they are, but I took a picture of them before they went up." She said and showed me the picture. I was surprised to see who it was

"Thank you very much for your help. I owe you one," I said before going up

I was ready for them.

When the elevator reached the 7th floor. I composed myself and wore a serious, no-nonsense face. The moment I walked in, my secretary at the forefront greeted me with respect. I nodded at her in acknowledgment as usual.

I walked past the waiting room lounge and went directly to the CEO's office. I found Peter sweating in a fury.

I walked in, placed my handbag on hold, and got my phone out. Only with Peter was I my old self. I don't know why but the connection between us was unique. Even though he was two years older than me, I saw him as my brother.

I sat at the chair behind the office table and started looking at the emails I got.

Peter brought me my laptop.

"What's wrong with you?" I could not help but ask, looking at his troubled look

"Those women are trouble. They kept on demanding things. Tea, coffee," He complained in anger and could not hold my chuckles anymore. I laughed hard that he stopped looking at me in displeasure.

"You are laughing." He asked, looking grieved

"No. I wasn't laughing at you." I suppressed my laugh

"Okay. So are you going to see them now?" he asked, pacing up and down

"Let them stay there for the next hour," I said. I didn't care

"But these women will kill me. I can't stand them at all," he said, almost breaking down

"Bear with it for the next hour. I will make it up for you." I tried to console

"You said that. I didn't. Don't back down. Lunch is on you," he said happily, going away

"Wait. If any of the ladies disrespect you. Don't show them one. You are free to do and say what you want. They are not our clients."

Peter looked surprised, but he gave me a big smile

It didn't take long before a few of the ladies barged into my office

"You cannot enter. The Boss has not allowed you to" Peter tried to stop them, but they didn't barge. I looked at them and frowned.

"It's okay. You can go, Peter. I will handle this." I signaled for him to go, which he did reluctantly

"What do you want? I asked the young lady ignoring the middle-aged woman on her side. She seems to give her respect.

"Who do you think you are to keep us waiting?" She shouted at me. I didn't give her a look and looked at the composed middle-aged woman beside her.

"Have a seat." I didn't answer and offered them a seat

"You." She said angrily, pointing at me. The lady beside her did not speak but stopped her with a look. She went ahead and sat at the chair facing me

"How should I help you," I asked the middle-aged woman