A prospective boyfriend

No matter how tired or how much he's had to drink, Leo's inner body clock would always wake him up no later than 7 am. And as usual, he stirred when it's some few minutes before seven. This time, he woke up with a banging headache and immediately regretted drinking so much earlier that morning.

He slowly opened his eyes and sat up in bed, wondering why he still had on him the previous day's clothes.

"Shit!..." He swore under his breath when he realized he slept at Chris's house. He left in anger the previous night and didn't go back home to her. How could he have left her alone all through the night by herself? What was he thinking? He thought with regret and immediately reached for his phone in the bedside drawer to call her.

Emma, who just dropped her sister at her house, was about to drive out of where she was parked when she heard her phone ring from inside her bag. She reached inside for the phone and checked for the caller ID.

"So he finally decided to call me?..." She muttered when she saw Leo was the person calling her. She carelessly threw the gadget on the passenger seat beside her with annoyance, ignoring it as it continually rang non stop

Leo suspected she was deliberately ignoring his call because she was probably angry with him. 'Who wouldn't be in such a situation?...' He thought with a grimace. Yesterday, everything was going on smoothly between them until he blew it all with his temper. If only he hadn't drunk too much alcohol, he would have known the right thing to do

Even though Emma yearned to see Leo, she has vowed in her heart that she wasn't going to make it easy for him.

No sir, you won't have it easy! She would show him that he's not the only person that can be angry unnecessarily. She already made the mistake of letting him know she loved him, that was why he thinks he could act anyhow he likes with her.

"Aren't you going to give up already!?" She said in annoyance towards the phone that hasn't stopped its ringing since when she dropped her sister off five minutes ago. She slowed the car to a stop when she approached a red light and decided to send him a message that would make him realize she really didn't wish to talk to him. At least not at the moment.

Leo however was determined that no matter how many times she rejected or refused to pick his call he would continue to call her until when she finally decided to forgive him. He was about to call her again after his call was rejected the last time when he got an incoming text alert from her.

He checked the message she sent and laughed when he saw she sent him a middle finger emoji.

"Fuck me?... He asked himself wonderingly in amusement. "Yeah, guess I deserved that..." He said and tried calling her again. After a few minutes of calling he heard the automated voice announce to him that her number was switched off

"Damn!... Is she ever going to forgive me?..." He wondered to himself. "How am I going to make this right? He whispered and massaged his throbbing temple to ease the nagging headache that felt as if someone took a jackhammer, drilling into his head

After some time, he decided maybe apologizing to her physically would be better since she refused to talk to him on the phone. He had a meeting by 10 am at the Empire and he hoped he would have enough time to talk to her before going for his meeting.

He checked his notifications and saw he already missed several calls from Matt, his driver. He called him and Matt picked on the first ring

"Good morning boss... I've tried phoning you several times already..." Matt said as soon as he picked the call

"Yeah, I know... What was it about?"

"The Miss left not quite long ago... She took the Veyron."

"Oh, she did?..." Leo exclaimed and chuckled, "Trust her to do something crazy!"

"You're not angry sir?..."

"Why would I be angry?... It's just a car and she's my wife!... Anyway, I'm at Chris's house and I will be heading to the Empire from here so meet me there." Leo finished and disconnected the call

"Alright, sir," Matt said after the call had been disconnected. He stood staring at his phone seconds afterward with a look of concentration on his face. "No! It wasn't just a car, it was a fucking Bugatti Veyron!" He said to his phone. "Not the most expensive car in the world but the most expensive car in your garage!"

He sighed deeply when he was done talking to his phone. . "Things we do for love!" He said while moving towards the garage

Emma arrived at the Empire's underground car park and parked at a corner where the Bugatti was unlikely to be noticed. She didn't think about the attention the car would draw to her when she took it. Now she regrets her actions. She would take a cab back home and text Leo where she left it.

She entered the huge reception area and walked towards the receptionist. She didn't have the company's ID yet, she would need a temporary pass.

"Hi..."

"Miss Da-Silva!..." The receptionist exclaimed with a smile when she saw Emma. "How are you?"

"Uhmm... I'm fine" Emma answered, not knowing why the receptionist greeted her like she was a long lost relative of hers

"When I didn't see you come out on the day of the interview, I asked about you from the CEO's secretary who told me you fell sick and they took you to the hospital through the boss's private elevator. So how are you feeling now? Much better?"

"Yeah, much better, thank you." News sure travels fast here. Thank God nobody saw her with the Bugatti that had Leo's personalized plate number on it.

"I can see that..."

"I was just wondering if I could get a pass. I don't have my ID..."

"Oh pardon me it's here already! The HR always bring them to me so the new employees can easily pick them up" She rummaged inside her drawer and brought out Emma's ID

"Here... I must say you look beautiful. More in the physical than in the picture... Isn't she beautiful Nick?"

"Yes, she did... Hello beautiful."

Emma who was looking at her ID card with an awe expression on her face didn't notice someone was standing behind her.

An Executive accountant! That's like the position of the accounting manager or senior accountant. To get the title of Executive accountant, one must have several years of experience in corporate accounting and strong financial reporting skills.

How could she, who applied for the post of an intern get the post of an Executive accountant instead? She felt a rush of emotion and the urge to cry but held herself. She couldn't wait to tell her grandmother, her sister, Dr. Miller, and Abby.

Emma turned around and saw a handsome man standing behind her

"Emma, meet my cousin Nicholas. Nick, this is Emma Da-Silva. The new Executive accountant I told you about..." The receptionist had a big smile on her face while she introduced them

"Oh, I can see both of you are dumbfounded... I told you, you would like her didn't I... Emma, do you also like my cousin?"