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📷CHAPTER ELEVEN 📷

Above is Amanda

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Amanda got to the office too late. Her boss was already in front of his desk and scattering everything back on the desk in search for something. The sight of this angered Amanda even more. She immediately practiced her breathing exercises to control herself from blurting out painful words to the man who clearly was not grateful for her hard work.

“You are back.” She managed to say he she  entered into the office. The closer she got, the clearer she witnessed all her effort spent on arranging the office brought back to base one.

“What have you done to my office? Where are my files, my records, the manuscripts, everything that was here?” Wright junior yelled pointing at his  now busy desk.

Nelson secretly hit Amanda lightly on her hand, bidding her farewell and then escaped.

She gave him a quick nod and then shifted her attention back to Mr. Wright Junior “I arranged them accordingly in your shelf.” She said gently, walking closer to the tall shelf standing at her left. “This column have your entire file in it. And I must commend you on how you use different colored files for different documents. It makes them easy to find. All your manuscripts are in this column right here, your books are here and your notepads, stationeries and plain papers are in the top drawer beneath your desk. The good part is that there are locks on the shelf and the drawers and also, it create more room for your computer to breathe freely on your desk.” She explained, pointing at all the locations of everything he may find whilst awaiting his fury.

Wright Junior was pleased but a bit uncomfortable. Never had anyone attempt to reorganize for him. Plus, for some good reason, best know o him, it was safe his things were left as they were "Amanda, you should have asked. I’m not really use to people touching my things.”

“That’s because you had given no one the opportunity to do so. Yes, I almost forgot. Your girlfriend called. She said her name Is Sarah and you were supposed to have lunch with her. She also said that she—”

“She’s not my girlfriend and I never promised her lunch.” he yelled irritably, interrupting her. He went to the column where the manuscripts were kept on the shelf, he searched through and picked out one and something fell from between the pages of the manuscript.

Amanda bent over to pick it up, it was an old picture. “Sir, this fell from the book in your hand.” She said but before she could hand the picture over to him, a person in the picture caught her sight.

“What is it?” Wright Junior voiced, turning immediately to see what she was holding.

“Is he—” She gasped “Is he not Mr. Quinn?” She held out the picture to his face, pointing at the bald man on the left end.

“Yes he is. You still remember him?” He asked smiling.

“ugh?”

Realizing what he had ask, he quickly cleared his throat and hid his hands in the pockets of his trouser before rephrasing his questions.  “Do you know him?”

“Of course I do, he was my literature teacher back in high school.” Amanda almost laughed, looking at the picture then she wondered why he had a picture with Mr. Quinn in it. She carefully studied the rest people in the picture. “Who are the others in the picture?” She asked curiously.

He slowly walked close to her and stood behind her. At that very instant, Amanda could feel her heart throbbing rapidly; she then realized hat she had never been this close to him before.

“This is my elder brother, Justin, my Maternal Grandmother, me and then Mr. Quinn.” He said accordingly from right to left.

The vibration from his voice made her knees weak. So many thoughts went through her mind and she found herself focusing on Junior's face in the picture.

“Mr. Quinn was our next door neighbor.” He continued to explain “He was like an uncle to me, we talked a lot about everything. We got close to him because I and my brother were living with our Grandma then, before she passed." He paused a while, smiled, knowing that his next sentence was about to land on puzzled ears. "And, he was also my literature teacher.” He stated.

And just as he had guessed, Amanda transfered a puzzle gaze to him, locking her bright hazel brown eyes in his trying to figure if she recognised him from highschool. Swiftly, she looked down at the picture and then, on him again. And just then, her mind drifted back to high school, to atleast, everybody she had spoken to. It was like an image bumped her head hard when she called out,

“Samuel, Samuel Wright!” She exclaimed. Her enticing set of brown eyes displayed flickers of light orbing round her refined pupil, pulling him deep within as it absorbed his gaze while searching for a memory. Then, it clicked, “Back in high school, you were supposed to play Ferdinand from the Williams Shakespeare's THE TEMPEST but you bailed.”

Of all the memories, that was the most embarrassing one for Wright Junior. He rolled out a heartthrobbing laughter, striking a cord in Amanda's chest. “You remembered.” He said lowering his face close to hers. 

He was so close to her, Amanda could see every vein in his neck and could almost taste honey on his lips. Watching that soft, tempting lips smile down at her made her knees weak.

“But don’t call me Samuel around the office unless,” He drew in air in a way Amanda thought seductive “—you want to upset my dad.” He straightened himself up a bit but made sure his gaze was still locked in hers “Mr. Quinn calls me Samuel, my Grandmother called me Samuel, my late mother called me Samuel but never my dad. The name only reminds him of his late wife, my mother. He starts to miss her and then he get upset so, now, I just go by Wright the Junior."

“Ok, but you recognized me from the start?” She asked, steadying her feet on the ground she stood.

“How could I not. I was only shocked when I saw you in my office that first day.” He smiled boyishly as he spoke.

“But you didn’t say anything.”

“I didn’t want to make your time here uncomfortable besides, there are so many things going on right now and I didn’t—“

“Junior, I can call you Junior right?” She asked interrupting him unintentionally.

“Yes you can.” He permitted exhaling slowly. It was her voice. Just as back then, the tone of her voice still stayed soft and lovely which always got to Junior.

“You’ve changed a lot since high school. Bridget and Elena are going to freak when they see you.” The light in her eyes, this time, shimmered opulently. And not fighting the impulse, she placed her palms on his strong arms, feeling how strong it was whilst moving it up, slowly. She stopped on his spartan shoulders, “wow!” a remark she didn't know he heard.

He closed his eyes briefly, taking in every sensation from her touch kindling that rusty lamb in his heart. He let out a strong vibrating laugher after a few seconds then, opened his eyes with the laughter still on his tongue.

His gaze sought hers but this time, it darted constantly a fire with passion, caging her in the position where she stood. He placed his left hand on her face laying the strands of hair almost covering her eyes, behind her ear. Slowly, carefully, he bent over and stole a kiss from her.

Amanda could feel his gasp against her lip; his magnificent scent filled her nostrils. His lips colonized the corner of her upper lip, luring it mildly into the frame of his own lips.

Even she, self-confessed, his lips were skillfully soft, so fine, so alluring. And now, she could definitely taste that honey. His lips were like honey in her mouth. Oh,  how she wished to continue devouring him. But, just in the right moment,  the wrong voice of reason, Kate's words,  interrupted.

She pushed him off almost immediately, exhaling slowly, trying to recover from the unexpected kiss. She felt her heart racing like she had run ten miles.

“It’s getting late.  A busy day tomorrow, remember? Good night sir, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She quickly said.

Not waiting for his response, she walked to her desk, took her hand bag and without hesitation, left the office






If you have noticed,  there are two people named Elena.

One is Elena,  Amanda's long time friend since high school

Then the other is Elena,  Amanda's neighbor in new York,  Mr. and Mrs. Albert's Daughter.

I did not only ran out of names to use,  I also thought that since in reality,  two people and more bear the same name,  there is nothing wrong if my book has that too.....

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