Stringed

Chapter 33: Tangled Strings

A/N:

If you’re reading this chapter it means you have patience and you like the story…

So… Thank you!

To those who’ve noticed, yep, I’m using Omi Kitazawa from the otome game Office lover. But he isn’t mine LOL. Enjoy this chapter though, haha.

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I woke up early, around eight am and I decided to immediately go out with my little job after preparing. Assuming my mother and father were already gone again I took my leave. I also did not have the appetite to eat breakfast at all.

It was a short but quiet ride with Mr. Jones again; it appears he’s my personal assistant during my stay here.

I took out my temporary planner, today I have to go through a meeting with the staff and committee and of course the designer himself.

Although, my parents didn’t give me his name, meaning, I have to find it out for myself.

As soon as I stepped out of the vehicle a tall and professional looking building stood out in front of me.

“Might as well check out the venue later on my way home,” I muttered to myself and went in.

One of the personnel assisted me on my way to the conference room.

Am I late?

As I’ve recalled the meeting was supposed to start at 9:30 am, my watch read nine o’clock.

I did remember adjusting my time in respect to the timeline here the minute I had arrived at our estate.

But the moment I entered, I saw the room packed with different faces with one thing written on their face, ‘business is money.’

I sighed as my eyes roamed around till I felt a tap on my shoulder, “Ms. Sherlin, you’ll be sitting here,” a man clad in white suit approached me and directed me to my seat.

I nodded, “Thank you,” I offered my hand, “Kate Sherlin.”

He smiled respectfully, “A pleasure to meet you ma’am, I’m Edward Wates,” he shook my hand and he returned to his place.

The moment I sat down all the eyes in the room diverted to me.

Just then as I was starting to feel uncomfortable the glass door opened and I saw a man in his formal attire, a designer suit but I noticed his inner polo was a bit unbuttoned through three holes.

He was wearing a serious face, he was ready for this, “Good morning,” his cool and melodious voice hovered around the room and everyone responded to him.

He nodded and his eyes suddenly widened in surprise when he saw me, “You must be the successor of the Sherlin family?”

It wasn’t a question, “Yes, a pleasure to be working with you Mr. Kitazawa, let me formally introduce myself,” I went to him and offered him my hand, “I am Kate Sherlin.”

The moment Omi Kitazawa entered this room I knew he was the man I was working with.

He was the famous genius designer of Le’ Eclatial Soliel. The question is, why is he now working with us?

His previous company was just as the same in terms of fame and quality as ours. We just have a lot of connections than they do.

He shook my hand and he smiled knowingly, he remembers, “The pleasure is all mine.” He stared at me with his slight watery eyes for a long moment and we heard someone clear his throat so we blinked and broke the contact.

“Let’s start the meeting then,” I cleared my throat as I gestured everyone to be in their places.

I sat on my chair and Mr. Kitazawa sat beside me.

We started to discuss all the details, from the small ones to the big ones. Everything was decided, the theme, the type of service and even the music.

Mr. Kitazawa also shared his own thoughts and says which made the meeting go smoothly.

We were on our way to the studio to talk to the models when Mr. Kitazawa spoke, “I never expected a high school student would be my future boss,” he chuckled.

I raised an eyebrow as we continued to walk, “Do you think I’m not cut for the job?”

He blinked at me amazed, “No, what I meant was, shouldn’t you be enjoying your young life more?”

I grinned at him, “Aren’t you young yourself?”

He grinned right back, “But I’m in my twenties, you’re still 17 years old.”

He knew? “I guess I’m just better than others at my age,” I shrugged at him as I opened the door to the studio.

“Or, you just have no choice,” he added as he followed me in.

The day went through without any major problems, everything was set.

“Thank you,” I said as he opened the door for me and I went out of the car.

“Thank you too,” Mr. Kitazawa smiled at me as he looked at me with his sparkling eyes.

His sudden gaze at me made me feel all jittery and nervous. “Is something the matter?”

He shook his head lightly, “I was just remarking myself on how beautiful you really are.”

I felt blood rushing up to my face, “Oh,” I couldn’t answer. Why am I being like this?

He chuckled, “Goodnight Sherlin.”

“Goodnight Mr. Kitazawa,” I nodded and headed towards our door where one of the maids was waiting and she was smiling more than the usual.

I raised an eyebrow at her but she just smiled and opened the door for me.

I went in without looking back; I was afraid what might happen if I saw that man’s face again.

I was already in my room all dressed up in my night gown when a staff knocked at my door, “Miss, your dinner is ready.”

“I’ll be right there,” I said and went down.

My father and mother weren’t dining in with because it seems that they are in a business trip again.

I sighed in resignation, “Even though I’m here at the estate,” I ate my food gloomily.

Then I remembered Mr. Kitazawa’s smile which made my heart skip a beat.

I remembered that one of the company’s employees said that Mr. Kitazawa has quite a strong charisma and he’s very good in handling with women.

I shook my head and continued to chomp down on my food.

The following days followed.

We started to prepare for the upcoming exhibition and every night Mr. Kitazawa drives me home.

And every time he flashes me that smile of his I find myself being captivated by him. Even though I knew it was plain work it somehow felt different.

It wasn’t what I wanted. He was like an attractive painting; it was hard not to notice him. But every day that passes, our strings get more tangled by the moment.