I figured the best thing I could do was to forget about that dream and not wonder why his scent intruded into my sleep. Yes, that's the best I can do right now. There are many, more important things to worry about.
My attempt failed thirty minutes past nine when I opened the door of the car for him so that he could get all the respect in front of his future employees as the son of the chairman deserves. But as Jack got out of the car, I could feel that fragrance wafting in the morning breeze almost as if wanting to annoy me. Perhaps, it's not even an aftershave but a perfume he uses. Wonder what it's called...
I shut the door of the car maybe a bit harder than usual. The thought of subconsciously wanting to buy the same one he uses because I like the smell of it is just ridiculous. I followed Jack just walking a few steps behind him to show his superiority but staying close enough to be in reach when needed. God, I really do feel like I'm in an episode of a drama series now. Everywhere we went all employees greeted him and hastily got back to work as if they were doing nothing until now. It must feel nice to have so much authority.
Not long after I closed the door of his office and sat down, I reminded him again of the shareholders' meeting which will be held at eleven, and that his father expects him to attend it. Of course, the request doesn't include me, so I'll just sit here and wait until they finish.
"I know he counts on my attendance," he said while turning on his computer. At this point, I'm stunned he can do it alone without telling me to do it for him. Jack chose this exact moment to look up at me. "Come here for a second!" I got up and walked up to his desk and stopped in front of it.
"Yes?"
"Come here, I'll show you something," Jack told me, so I went around the desk and stood beside him. It's funny how it's the first time I'm actually taller than him. Well, he is sitting now, but still.
"What is it?"
"These are all the folders I have access to. I'm showing this because I thought a lot about it. It
is strange that somehow my father's watch just got into your hands."
"You're saying this as if I stole it," I immediately felt offended even though he had no intention of hurting me. I can feel it.
"I didn't mean it like that," he said and turned in his chair to the side to face me. "But don't you think it's strange? Why would my father...
"Sell it? I don't know. He doesn't need to unless something happens to your family in the future which we don't know about yet. Or he just wanted to get rid of it."
"Good point. But do you know what is even more weird?" he asked and rested his elbows on the armrest of the chair and crossed his fingers in front of him like a typical boss. "If my father knew what that watch can do why would he even get rid of it?"
I have to admit, he has a point. Being a businessman, with such power in his hands, he would be invincible.
"And you show all that stuff to me because..."
"Because if he really does know something, there has to be a file or a document somewhere as proof."
"And if there isn't?" I said and put my hands in my pockets. "What if he really knows something as you suspect but everything is in his head," I pointed at my temple, "because he wasn't a fool to leave evidence."
"He is certainly not a fool. But he is the type to make detailed plans and organize all the data he made others gather for him. It's the habit of doing things in a certain way that counts."
"So, you think it's on his computer?"
"Probably. But..."
"Even if he has any info, he wouldn't store it in the company's computer."
"Maybe. But we can only be sure after taking a look into it."
"I'd like to remind you that your meeting starts in about thirty minutes," I told him as I checked the time on my phone. Meanwhile, the watch was ticking silently under my shirt.
"I'm aware of it. That's why I'm showing it to you so that you know how things are organized here," he said and grinned at me.
"You're out of your mind," I replied, trying not to raise my voice. "No way I'm going to your father's office.
"But it's the best opportunity. He'll be at the meeting, so he won't know about it."
"How about his secretary? Even if I manage to fool her with a lie, what if she tells him later that I've been there?"
"Then I'll make her realize that it'll be more rewarding for her to stay faithful to his future superior," he said so confidently that I was almost astonished at his cunning.
"What about his password? Or do you intend to charm that out of her as well?" I asked although, I doubt there's a living person who knows it except his father himself.
"I can tell you that even without asking. It's my birthday."
"Are you sure?"
"A hundred percent. I once tried it just for fun," he said casually and looked at his computer. I looked at his side profile and I have to admit he has charisma. He is now resting his chin on his hand, seeming to be in deep thought. Whether about his father possibly having secrets or about the upcoming meeting, I have no idea. But his whole demeanor is full of authoritativeness. From head to toe.
As I looked down, I saw that one of his shoelaces had loosened, so I knelt down to tie it for him. "What are you doing?" he asked angrily and with a slight embarrassment as he turned towards me.
"Your shoelace is loose. You'll make a fool of yourself in front of everyone at the meeting if it were to untie and you were to trip on it," I told him as I tied it for him.
I was about to stand up when he put his hand on my shoulder and forced me to remain kneeling in front of him. He exerted so much strength from his hand that my shoulder started to hurt under it.
"Then you should've told me to do it myself," he told me. His voice was suddenly cold and almost ruthless. "I am
not a kid, I can do it myself. And you are
not my servant. You told me so yourself, remember?" He looked straight into my eyes but I avoided eye contact. He seemed so angry, though I just wanted to help him for once without complaining about it. He leaned closer and I could hear his low voice ringing directly next to my ear. "Don't you dare do this again!"
Then he stood up and left the room. I remained kneeling there for a while wondering what has gotten into him now. And that even after he left, I could still smell the fragrance of whatever he was wearing. It's delicious.
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