My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 39

Andrea met Friday with a groan. She remained lying on her stomach and blinked at the clock on her bedside. 9 am.

Holden made her stay home because of the report he needed from her and like every employee, she accepted it gratefully, but as she walked out of the office, she realized how much pressure was put in her shoulders.

If Lance was just here, she thought and as she did so, memories of that night came crashing back like a sudden downpour of rain.

Sighing, she got up and decided to start her day. No, she will not take a shower, at least that will add more to the motivation thing since she hated feeling stinky.

Andrea trudged to her laptop and powered it up, as she waited, she went and made herself some coffee, her mind trying hard to formulate ideas for their company's new project that was supposed to have been readied by the last one.

"Damn you, whoever left me so much work," she muttered as she walked back to her room, coffee in hand.

She tried to start last night, but her mind kept wandering off to another dimension, so she decided to just tuck in early, but that didn't happen. She stared at her laptop as a skype video chat permission popped up her screen, she did not even realize she was on.

As she read the username and recognized it to be Victoria's, she froze. The hot kiss made her forget about Victoria and the whole reason why Lance even got to her home in the first place.

"I am so in trouble," she murmured as she placed her coffee to her nightstand and accepted it.

"ANDIE!" squealed Victoria, completely drowning off the silence of her room.

"I can say your really happy," she smirked, and she noticed how Vicky's face suddenly changed from happy to disgusted.

"Ew, dude, it's practically noon, you look like crap," Vicky commented and saw her face on the smaller window.

"I can quite agree with you, but it's for a cause so I got to do something to keep me motivated," she shrugged.

Vicky raised a brow, "Looking like crap's a motivation?"

Andrea furrowed her brow, "Of course not, not taking a shower is, and a luxurious one will be my price by the time I finish this thing I am doing,"

Victoria rolled her eyes, "Whatever, you are so weird, Andrea," she laughed.

"I know, so... Why skype me?" Andrea asked, completely knowing the answer.

Victoria raised her left hand and there it is, an engagement ring. Andrea feigned surprise, she already knew about it, but of course, Victoria doesn't know she knew.

"I'm so happy for you," Andrea said, true feelings of happiness for her best friend bubbling inside her.

Victoria beamed, "I'm so happy for me, too,"

"Why don't you come over and we'll celebrate," Andrea suggested.

Victoria looked at her, "I think that will be a bad idea," she said.

"Why?" Andrea said, offended. Why would Victoria not want to have a celebration with her. She's her best friend!

"Because you have work to do," Victoria simply stated.

Andrea's eyes widened, "Oh right," she pouted, "Then I guess next time?"

"Yeah, next time," Victoria said, bid her goodbye and logged off.

Andrea logged off her Skype and stared at the blank document.

Is this the disadvantage of falling in love? she thought to herself.

After furiously typing out everything that comes up her mind, Andrea finally let out a sigh of relief. Yes, she had finished almost everything she needed to do, she still had to make charts and stuffs for physical representations.

As she clicked send, her telephone rang for the tenth time. She had turned off her phone and everything else that can preoccupy her, and as she leaped up her chair, she half jogged towards the phone with a relieved smile on her face.

"Hello?" she answered cheerily.

"Andrea, what the hell? Are you all right?" Lance's voice bombarded her ear and Andrea felt her heart somersault.

"Lance," she breathed.

"Are you all right? I've been calling every hour, you never answered. I tried your phone, but it was out of service," he said his voice filled with concern.

Has it been that long? Andrea asked herself as she reached the remote to open her window's blinds, and there it is LA's night skyline. Holden had been kind enough to give her a free day for Friday to work on the report and the other needed stuffs until she passed it to him on Sunday and the whole day, Andrea had been working on it, and now all she has to do are the presentation props.

"Andrea," Lance repeated her name, dragging her out of her work thoughts.

"Thank you," she mumbled as she entered Holden's apartment.

The apartment was huge but look more ordinary yet more luxurious than her apartment. Holden had called her up and asked her to personally deliver all the presentation stuff.

"Take a seat," he gestured to the gray couch in the middle of the room. She hesitated but sat, she doesn't want to stay any longer, but something tells her there's more to this visit than her delivering the presentations.

"Can I offer you some refreshments?" he asked, as he made his way to the kitchen a few feet from the couch.

"I'm good," she smiled at him.

"You sure?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Very," she nodded, amused. At least, there was more to their non-work relationship other than awkward instances.

He nodded back and turned away from Andrea, "Andrea, I have some news to tell you, this might be a bit fast but since I trust you enough, I guess you could be able to do it," he said with his back turned.

She furrowed her brow, What's he saying? Is he promoting me?

"Are you promoting me?" Andrea asked, since that's the only thing that she can think about given that statement.

He turned to her and smiled, "No, at least, not yet" he shook his head.

Andrea furrowed even more, confuse of her situation. Holden walked towards her and sat on the single sitter beside the couch she is sitting on, "Andrea, since you made this business report and I know I promised you that I will be helping you present it, I need you to do it on your own," he broke the news instantly.

Her eyes widened, "What? I'm going to present it tomorrow?" she asked.

He nodded, "See, Margaret retired early, and I need a replacement secretary. Since I find you efficient enough to be promoted to her position. I still need more to put on the report for my uncle's approval, and I find this a job easy enough for you to handle," he explained.

Andrea remained still. Is he asking her to present a not thoroughly made business report to a board of foreigners?

"Can I trust you with this, Andrea?" he asked with a smile that could have melt any woman's heart.

Andrea gulped.

"Yes, sir."