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laughing now, “to be honest; this isn’t where I thought I’d be either...”
    “How did you end up here?”  I ask because I’m genuinely intrigued.
    “You.”
    “Me?”
    “Yes.”
    “Explain... please.” I have no idea how I could possibly have influenced his decision to go into advertising and marketing but I’m desperate to know. I haven’t seen him since school; I would have thought I’d been long since forgotten by Andrew Contius, popular kid.
    “No. Not today.” He smirks before opening the door to the conference room where I’d been interviewed for this job. I hadn’t even realised we’d left the lift; I was so focused on Andrew and our conversation.
    “Maya calls you Rew...” I raise an eyebrow at him.
    “What of it?” He’s so unaffected. I could tease him to high heaven and he wouldn’t care; the arrogant pillock.
    “It’s just so cute,” I tease.
    “You’re cute...” he smirks, “but I promise you, no matter what you call me, Andrew, Rew, Contius, bloody arse, arsehole, fuckwit... no matter what you call me, I am anything but cute.” His eyes are dark and they seem to be calling to me like a siren, begging me to fall into their depth to find my drowning death. I need to pull back. I need to restore the balance. I need to avoid him.
    “I think you and your sister are cute,” I’m definitely teasing him now and it pleases me to finally have the shoe on the other foot. Perhaps if I tease him, I can get us back into safe territory where sexual tension doesn’t exist and he doesn’t have any effect upon me whatsoever.
    “I’ll prove you wrong,” He whispers to me as he pulls out a chair for me at the conference room table. Glancing around the room I spot that several of the other directors have already arrived and are sat gossiping amongst themselves. They are completely ignoring us, thankfully. I do not want to be the cause of office gossip.
    “Maya seems almost as irritated with you as I am.”
    “I doubt anyone could be as irritated with me as you are,” he laughs gently as he takes the seat next to me at the table. I glance at the file that I’ve brought with me, hoping that if I look focused on work Andrew might leave me alone. It’s unlikely but anything is worth a go.
     
    After the meeting with the other directors, Landon Peters, the managing director of TRW Advertising calls me into his office, “how are you settling in?”
    “Very well, Mr Peters,” I smile at him. He’s got dark unruly hair and grey eyes. He’s wearing a black suit and a white shirt. His every action seems full of purpose. He takes a seat behind his desk and pulls out his phone.
    “Good and Contius is looking after you?” Landon asks me without looking up. He seems distracted by whatever he is looking for on his phone.
    “Yes sir,” I try to keep my temper in check, even inside my head. I don’t like feeling ignored and my boss is doing a fantastic job of ignoring me.
    “Good,” Landon Peters, “and your new intern; is she settling in well?”
    “I left her with a mountain of HR paperwork.” My words possibly come out stronger than I intend but Landon doesn’t seem to notice.
    “Ah...” Landon chuckles, “the joys of a new job. Let me know if there is anything you need.”
    “Yes sir,” I nod before turning towards the door.
    “Call me Landon, Clara,” and finally he glances up from his phone, “you changed your hair. It’s darker now.”
    “Yes,” I run a hand through it, “I fancied a change.” I needed a change. I needed to change.
    “It suits you,” he is smiling politely at me. I imagine that Landon Peters is a difficult man to get to know, “Oh and Merry Christmas Clara.”
    “Thank you Landon,” I smile at him, “Merry Christmas to you too.”
    “Do you have plans?” Landon asks me, now more engaging but still remote. He’s a confusing man.
    “I’ll probably visit my father,” I tell him, “You?”
    “My mother is having a party tonight,” Landon