MYSTERY OF THE MAN AT THE TOP

C E L Y N N E

I throw that paper in the trash can, when I calm myself down for a while, I write something too for the CEO, well fur insurances if I am not available because he is here now.

She will work on it first anyway, I glue the bond paper I wrote on top of the stacked folders, I look at my desk for a moment before leaving my office, I take a deep breath and goes to the elevator to that'll be heading to the top floor where the swimming pool is.

To see him.

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"Ding"

The elevator I am riding in opens, I am alone inside so I look in its mirror non-stop to fix my face just comfortably.

I did not put on makeup that is so heavy, so it will not hide my true face, not the same as the others though, that I almost don't recognize them—and it includes my Mother.

As I step in the top floor, my heels on the soles of my feet also rings every step I create.

The floor is polished, even for the tiles near the swimming pool, the top part of this building is covered except for the part where the pool is placed, there are not many people here, but there are security guards who work together, as well as security guards who are not from here base on their faces and slight differences of their uniforms.

"He's just there, Ma'am." A security guard points me to the swimming pool. I just nod at him and goes to where he is pointing at.

And there was nobody there.

I looked around and saw no figure of anything living yet, so I just sit on a folding bench with a large blue umbrella covering me.

It is all peaceful that I myself to think about that man not interested in me. But soon… someone is splashing in the swimming pool water, then I see two hands taking a grip at the climbing pole.

And there he is.

At first glance you can see his wet, toned body, to consider it is secretly admired by some.

He is just in his black boxers, dipping in water. He is also tall, all the muscles on his body are lean and ripped on every edge.

He takes a towel coming towards me, and shuffles it into his dark hair.

Its skin color is fair, but not that extremely wait.

I can say he has looks, clear eyes, neat eyebrows, a sharp nose, firm lips and he even has those chiseled jawlines ready to cut someone sharp.

"You're late."

He speaks to me with his 'low-toned raspy voice' to me even though he was still smiling. And I am petrified by it almost but I blink it off from him.

"Before twelve o'clock we fetch here, you even dare to dip yourself in the pool without our permission." I mentally snob him, I know his face is attractive, but I am not into pretty faces.

"I thought this is are for visitors who are going to be your potential partners in trading?" He replies to me and winks, only wrapped now in the towel he used.

He turns and smirks, looking at me for a while, "I must say, beauty is in your blood."

I also stand up before this man could still talk to me with those sugarcoated words. I clasp my hands behind my back, and I didn't even stare at him. He is just dressed with a towel in front of the guards. He is not that type of person who is afraid to show his body… I think?