"Ms. Owen, the boss is waiting inside," Margaret, the boss's secretary, a forty-something woman with hints of gray hair, said as she exited the door that Andrea believed to lead into Mr. McKinley's office.
She stood up, her heart still beating rapidly like she had just ran a mile, she closed her eyes and took a deep shaky breath, removing all the thoughts that her mind elicited after hearing those words from Lance.
Can't I miss you?
"Miss Owen, are you all right?" asked Margaret, concern coating her words.
Andrea smiled at her, "Oh yes, I just remembered something," she said, "Is it through here?" she asked, as she walk towards the direction of the door Margaret just exited.
Margaret nodded.
Andrea walked towards it but suddenly stopped, "Margaret, is he also a Mr. Nelsons?" she asked so that she'll be sure than sorry.
"No, but I'm afraid, sir, does not want you to know, he said he'll have the element of surprise here," she said with a confused smile.
Andrea frowned but then smiled, "Thank you," she said and entered the office.
The office does boast with its very eclectic design that made Andrea's mouth hang open.
"Miss Owen, nice meeting you at last," a very familiar voice greeted her and she focused her eyes on the chair behind a glass desk, in the middle of the room, whirling to face her, and there sat, to Andrea's astonishment, Holden McKinley.
"Holden?" she asked.
"Then I guess we both have wrong first impressions of each other," he concluded.
Andrea smiled and suddenly remembered his wallet, "Your wallet, if you would just excuse me, I'll go get it n my car," she said, starting for the door again.
"No, I'll take it on lunch, he had an appointment, right?" he said.
Andrea nodded, "Yes,"
"Okay, so let's talk about the company," he said, putting a hand on her back, guiding her to the seat in front of the desk.
"Very well," she said as she sat down.
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