The Last Laugh

Chapter 21

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We reached the last floor without me saying another word to Heather. We left the elevator and I

followed up behind her until, immediately we left the building, there was this guy in a black suit Leaning

on a black Lamborghini, waiting for someone.

I watched Heather walk up to him and hug him.

"Hey." she said.

"Hey. No kiss for your boyfriend?"

'Boyfriend??'

"Kevin, please." she said slowly, getting out of his grip and getting into his car. He shrugged and got in

himself before driving off.

So Heather had a boyfriend? Okay.

I crossed the street to the pizza hut.

*

After good lunch with Aiden and some other colleagues, we all returned to the office.

On my way down the hallway, I met Sawyer. I stood in her way.

"Hey."

She looked at me.

"Yeah?"

"Is Heather dating?"

She raised a brow and folded her arms.

"Why?"

"There's this friend of mine that's quite her fan. He'd like to know if she's single."

"Hahahaha, oh. Since you work with her, he thinks he can have a chance?"

"Yeah."

"Smile. And I'll give you an answer."

I looked at her.

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

Fine. I smiled.

"Nice smile. You just gave me goosebumps." she laughed.

"My answer."

"Fine, Mr killjoy. She has a boyfriend."

"Okay."

I tried to walk past her but she stopped me.

"And what about you?" she asked.

"Me what?"

"Do you see anyone you could be interested in?" she asked with a smirk.

I looked at her without saying a word. Then, putting both hands in my pockets, I replied firmly,

"No."

"Okay." she replied with another smirk. Clearly unaffected by my answer.

"Okay. Can I go now?" I asked.

"For the moment."

I looked at her one last time before walking away.

***

That night when I got home, I got rid of my clothes and went into the bathroom to shower. I needed to

feel water on my skin.

I stood under the cold water, thinking. Heather had a boyfriend? Wow. I wasn't really affected though.

What was I thinking? She was big enough to get into a relationship. We were both adults on our sides.

I smiled to myself. That still couldn't stop me. I was partly back for her. And I didn't have to worry about

that guy. He wasn't a competition, I believed.

After my bath, I wiped the water off my body and tied the towel around my waist before leaving the

bathroom.

I got dressed and sat on my bed. I had to start executing my plan. And I realised I couldn't with the way

I was behaving.

I had to change. If I had to get information from Christina or the welds as a whole, I had to gain their

trust. And that was going to be something very easy for me.

I was gonna start the next day.

*

At seven the next morning I was at work.

I picked up the printed documents I'd finished typing in just a day and made my way to Christina's

office.

"Good morning, ma'am." I said, coming into the office and dropping the documents on her table.

"Finished."

"So fast?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You already leave a good impression on me." she smiled at me. I smiled back. For the first time. There

was clear surprise in her expression.

"A good impression, ma'am? Are you sure?" I said, taking a seat. She stared at me.

"Why ask?"

"Because I believe that since the interview day, I gave the impression of being rude."

"True."

"I'm sorry about that. I'll try my best not to be."

"I hope."

"That's why I said I'll try." I stood up and adjusted my suit. She looked up at me in wonder.

"Have a good day, ma'am. And If you need anything, let me know."

She leaned back into her chair and smirked.

"Sure. And you've stopped smiling already?"

"Who said I would smile every time?" I asked. She was silent. I smirked. "Good day." I turned and left

her office.

Christina's POV:

This guy was different. He was strange yet so charismatic. He seemed like the type that didn't take

orders but gave them. A handsome young man he was. The type I liked. Yes, the years had gone by,

but I was still the same. I'd grown a sudden attraction for men younger than me. And this Ace, added

this attraction. He wouldn't be easy to get. But I always had what I wanted. That wasn't a problem. I

always had my way. I would use my right as a boss. He couldn't say no.

I smirked to myself. Paul Wesley had always insulted me. Calling me a lustful woman. He was right. It

wasn't my fault though. Too bad he was rotting in hell to insult me again.

*

Ace's POV:

At nine, I left my office and went to the company's little canteen where I bought cinnamon flavored

biscuits and a cappuccino.

I then made my way for Heather's office. I reached her door and knocked.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Heather's POV:

"Come in." I said.

I looked up to see the new employee enter the office. What did he want?

"Good morning."

"Yes, good morning. What do you want?"

He smiled and I noticed something that gave me goosebumps. His smile suddenly made me think of–

Sheridan. It was similar. But then, the last time I saw Sheridan was years ago, so...

"Well, I just had breakfast and I decided to bring you something."

I looked at him.

"Why?"

He stared at me and I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"I'm just trying be nice. I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I have a feeling you don't really appreciate me. I'll

leave now." he turned to go but I stopped him.

"No! It's okay. I'm just– not in my mood. Wh– what did you get me?"

He came over and dropped the things on my table.

"Just a cappuccino and cinnamon biscuits."

I looked at him. Cinnamon biscuits were my favorites since I was a kid. Late uncle Paul always bought

them for me whenever he came visiting.

"Everything okay?" he asked slowly with a little smile, "You look surprised."

"Um, well, cinnamon biscuits are my favorites."

"I know." his reply was casual.

"You know? Who told you?"

"No one, Heather."

My heartbeat strangely increased when he called my name. He didn't say miss. He'd called my name

like he knew me.

"It's miss Heather or Miss Welds." I managed to act tough.

"No such formalities between us."

'What??'

"Excuse me?? Who do you think you are?"

"Ace."

"Huh?"

"Hey, girl!" Shirley barged into my office happily, interrupting me. She was my very close friend. She

stopped in her tracks when she saw Ace.

"Oh. Sorry. Didn't know you were occupied."

"No it's okay. I was leaving." Ace replied, "Have a good day, miss–" he looked at me straight in the eyes

and added, "...Heather."

He turned to leave and looked at Shirley.

"Have a good day too." he smiled at her. Shirley looked at him speechlessly, her mouth slightly open

until he left.

Once he was gone, she turned to me.

"Girl, who the fuck is that??" she asked, quickly taking a seat.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I only know that he works here now and calls himself Ace."

"Hum. Well, Ace is a hottie! I guess I'll be visiting you often now." she laughed. I was still too disturbed

to reply.