11 HAUNTING FEELINGS

It's really early for this!

I've been sitting at my desk, pen in hand, documents stacked in front of me in a carefully ordered line, demanding my attention.

I've built this empire on precision and structure. I'm not a man who enjoys distractions; I eliminate them. Yet… there's one I can't seem to shake.

I don't like this. Or, perhaps, I like it too much, which makes it worse. I've always prided myself on being impenetrable, a fortress no one could crack. But he comes in, often unannounced, often without knocking. And, oddly, I don't mind. But I pretend to be mad about it.

When he's around, it feels like the pressure in my head eases, the ever-present tension fades.

I catch myself looking forward to those moments—waiting, almost impatiently, for the sound of his voice echoing through the halls.

He'll come in, laugh at something that isn't remotely funny, and lean against my desk with that infuriating ease of his. I should be annoyed. But I don't feel that at all . I tell him to leave, that I have work to do. Yet somehow, I never mean it.

It bothers me that I even let it happen. I don't get close to people. I don't want to. But with him, it's as though my resolve doesn't stand a chance.

The way he somehow, maddeningly, dances into my day and ruins the structure I thrive on. He's always playing around, smirking in a way that no one else dares around me.

Everyone else—every single person in this building—fears me. I like it that way. I designed it that way. But he? He prances past my rules and never cares. And now…now I'm catching myself thinking about him when I should be anything but.

It has been a week since he left this office , leaving me coffee , I haven't seen him ever , and all this week , I've been asking myself why I even come to work because there's literally nothing constructive I've been doing.

I can't seem to stop wondering why he hasn't come in my office the whole of this week to bother me. Has he been coming to work?

Every knock that has been coming from my door I've been expecting that it's him but it hasn't.

Without a thought, I take the office phone and call my secretary.

" Get Wilson to come in my office right now." I tell her sounding like it's some kind of work business.

"Wilson? Sir I don't know who th.."

" Julian Wilson from wedding plan department." I cut her.

"Oh I know him! But am know well his first name , okay sir, right away."

There's this annoying excitement in her voice when she speak about him.

What am I even doing? Does this even make any sense? The other day I was so annoyed by his presence but now I want him to come in my office just to ramble a lot of nothing?

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" Yes?" I say after answering the call.

" Sir , They say he left the office earlier to meet the clients but he hasn't come back yet ."

"When was that?"

"8 am"

8am and it's now 5pm?! Which kind of meeting is that? I don't think he's coming back today , what exactly makes him think that he can just leave the company and go whenever he feels like.

Seems you are so idle Wilson, so brace yourself for tomorrow because you won't like it!

I take my phone and decide to browse since working has become a problem , suddenly a notification from instagram pops up.

IG account? It's not for fun actually, It doesn't have any pictures of me , I have it for work purposes, check out the advertisements posted by responsible people, also the weddings my planners hold . I always browse it when am idle , but it's not like am ever idle.

I check the notification knowing that it mustt be something to do with the company but then... 'Follow suggestions > Julian Wilson from your contacts is on instagram live.'

My fingers act fast to check him out. should I follow or not ? Even if I follow him he isn't gonna know it's me ! Besides, he has so many followers so I don't think he'll have interest to check who the new follower is. I think_

I tap follow, he's live.. I debate if I should  watch him or .. ugh whatever I decide to watch..

Ha.. partying work hours?! Well well, Mr. Partying... enjoy your alcohol with girls touching you everywhere like a pervert and think it's fun so you post it. Tomorrow you gonna regret it.

A knock brings me back to reality and I exit  the video very fast , I  put my phone aside , I straighten myself and then give permission.

" Mrs. Clinford?"

"Am sorry sir for the disturbance but I took this matter to mr. StockWell but he said it's beyond him and he doesn't know how to solve it so I've decided to come to you"

" What is it?"

" Many young ladies are missing most of the working hours in the name of   '''we are done with the task of the day'''  and we just realized that they are ditching work to party around, including the new recruit Julian Wilson, they are under his influence."

Oh, so those girls around him are his colleagues!

"Get all their names , and let them know we have a meeting first thing in the morning tomorrow!"

"Sure, thank you sir."

She says walking out.

Whe she closes the door , I stand up and walk to the side where there's this whole view of the city.

Looking at every building around the city , I wonder in which he is now , so this is what he has been doing all week , getting girls here and taking them to party around.

With his tiny body he even manage to lure ladies , making them dance around him like he is some kind of celebrity. "Unbelievable!"

Knowing and thinking that he isn't and he hasn't been in this building , it makes me feel like this is the worst place I should be right now .

I take my keys heading out.