Chapter 5
Author: Bob n Kazzi

I was taking a few minutes to spin on my chair; having of course ensured my office door was shut and knelt on the chair, my stomach leaning on the best rest for perfect spinning times, when the door opened. I hurriedly tried to stop myself, which was never going to be a good idea; I hurriedly slammed my hands down on my desk, they slipped, I screeched like a small owl baby, tilted to the left, and felt my entire body fall. Suddenly, two hands grabbed me under my arms, and righting me in my kneeling positing on the chair. I grabbed the person’s forearms, and blinked, trying to stop my head whirling.

“Are you okay?” a male voice asked. I cringed, knowing it wasn’t Charlie, but praying it wasn’t Hot Guy. When I opened my eyes, I saw William, a fellow United Kingdom employee in the firm, and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank God it’s you William,” I said, steadying myself on his arms as I clambered off the chair. Even in heels, William had a good two inches on me. I cleared my throat, and moved my hands from his. His hands instantly whipped away from my body, and he stepped back around my desk. I walked to the glass walls, and opened the blinds I’d shut to spin.

“What can I do for you William?” I said, smiling at him. He cleared his throat, and thrust a file at me. I took it, and opened it up to see the decoration details for the benefit. I slumped instantly, and sat on the chair behind my desk, putting the file on the desk. “Oh God I wish I was spinning again.”

“Do spin often?”

I could hear the smile in his voice, and eyed him. “I spin. You haven’t tried it?”

William laughed, and put his hands on his hips. “I can honestly say no.”

I grinned, and arched my back, clicking my spine. He cleared his throat again.

“Do you want a sore throat sweet?” I asked, opening my drawer and rooting around for the sweets I’d bought only days ago.

“No, no, I’m fine.”

I loved hearing that Welsh accent. I decided to tell him, and opened my mouth when he put out his hand, something small, posh looking with calligraphy writing on it. I took it, and screeched again when I saw my name.

“How did you get this?” I asked, jumping up from my seat, practically bouncing off the walls as I rushed around the desk to stand in front of him.

“I know a few people, who know a few people, and I remember hearing you and Layla talking about it,” he said. “You sounded kind of wistful, so I thought, see what I can do. Plus, you’re the directors’ assistants, if anyone asks, you’re sorted.”

“Oh my God, I actually love you,” I smiled, grasping his arm again. He smiled, and seemed genuinely pleased. “Is that a blush I see Mr Jones?”

William shrugged, and said, “So you’re pleased?”

“I am very pleased, thank you,” I said, really meaning it. “Can I buy you lunch today to say thank you.”

William’s eyebrows shot up, and he nodded. “Uh, yeah, sure. That’d be really great.”

“Excellent!” I smiled, looking back at the invitation. “Are you going to this thing too?”

“Yes, but no plus ones I’m afraid, so no boyfriends…”

“Ugh, like I’d bring mine. He’s a knob. Unlikely to be boyfriend for much longer.” After a few seconds, I looked up, and he was watching me, a weird look on his face, kind of happy and confused. “What?” I asked.

“Uh, where are we going for lunch?” he asked.

“Oh, right, of course! Somewhere wonderful,” I laughed, glancing at the clock and realising it was one. I ran back around my desk, and quickly called Daphne, telling her I would be gone for an hour, but had my Blackberry if she needed me. As I slid on my coat, I noticed an email from Layla. I prepared to scan it, but in less than two seconds, I’d read the entire thing, and I smirked, looking up at William, who was buttoning up his blazer jacket.

“You already gave Layla hers didn’t you?” I asked.

“I did, she told me to give you this one personally,” he admitted.

“Well, just as well she did, else you wouldn’t be getting lunch. Shall I invite her too?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” he said. “I’ll meet you in the lobby okay?”

“Perfect,” I smiled graciously, and he grinned. As he left, I sat down, and picked up the phone.

“Hello, Layla Cheairs,” was the reply.

“As if you didn’t know it was me you cow!” I squealed.

“I know! William gave it to you then?”

“He did indeed! I’m taking him to lunch. Want to come?”

“Sure, yeah – oh…”

“What?” I asked, curious as to the pause.

“What about Stephen?”

Ugh. The boyfriend. “That knob can go shoot himself in the scrotum.”

A peal of laughter down the phone told me I’d said the right thing, and I laughed with her. “So, coming? I’m meeting William in the lobby in a second. I’ll take you both somewhere nice!”

“Oh go on then! I’ll be there in five, just have to let Charlie know.”

“Any excuse for you to go into that office,” I laughed, and she hung up on me. I grinned, putting the phone down, and smiled. Even though I knew I would be seeing her in about five minutes, I opened up a new email, and typed out a quick message to her.

To: Layla Cheairs
From: Cathryn Oscar
Subject: William

I love him. And who does he look like? I am trying to think, I know it’s someone famous. I just want to hug him, but he when he came in, I was spinning on my chair and he caught me as I fell off, so I think any more bodily contact might make him hurl.

Stephen is going to be dumped. Officially. I’m doing it tonight. I am so sick of the bastard. I hope he rots in hell. I’m going to the benefit, and hopefully meeting some fit man there to make me forget all about him…oh, Hot Guy could be there. But I’m not feeling him anymore – I know he’s beautiful, but I don’t know. Maybe there’s someone else in this building. Maybe I should go for the Gangster – no I’m joking don’t kill me!

Anyway, I’m going to talk to you in about two minutes, so lunch it is!

God William’s great – officially love him.

C