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The time slowly ticked down, and Mr.Collins quickly went over some things with me before finally starting, "Whatever you do don't talk, unless I permit you too."

I nodded and took a deep breath before the number flashed again and again and again.

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The conference had started.

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"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Annual C-E-O Conference, please take this time to introduce yourself in the chat panel so we can display it on the board, and so we can start with this meeting. Remember, time is money!"

The spokesperson had finished and Mr. Collins was already typing out his reply.

I looked out the window and saw that the sky was getting dark, and a deep blue looking back at me.

It shimmered for a moment before I saw a huge wave splash out.

We must be over the Atlantic Ocean.

I returned my attention to the computer that Mr.Collins situated in his hands. His hands flew across the keyboard, typing letters rapidly, and then suddenly he paused.

His hands hit the backspace key before typing again, this time much slower. I tried to lean closer to get a quick glance of what he was typing but he abruptly stopped typing and shot me a glare.

I tried to play it off by coughing, covering my mouth with my hand to hide my laughter. Suddenly, spit lodged in my throat and I started choking, spit flying into my hand and my eyes watering up.

I heard a shuffle of movements before a water bottle was in my line of sight and was pushed into my hands.

"T-Thanks." I croaked out, my mouth sore.

I swallowed the water, the cold liquid hitting my throat, and I could finally breathe. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to slow down my breathing. Taking in a few quiet breaths, I relaxed and then leaned back into my seat.

I saw Mr.Collins give me a quick sidewards glance before glancing back down at his computer.

Weird guy.

I listened as the guy spoke again, "Thank you all for your timely responses, now we will officially begin our Annual C-E-O Conference meeting!"

I heard several claps sound around the room the man was in, before the man raised a hand to indicate silence, "Since you people have introduced yourselves, it is my turn. I am Benedict Usurp, official coordinator of the  annual C-E-O Conference,  and multi-billionaire of the famous company, Entreprises de Voitures Célèbres or otherwise known as Famous Car Enterprises."

Another round of claps ensued.

"Thank you, thank you. Now to ensure we are up on time, I will go over a few things a fellow CEO needs to know, and get your feedback over some things I will bring up. Got it?"

There was a loud chorus of yes heard, and some replies typed in the chat.

"Ok. Let's begin."

He immediately launched into a presentation that was equally comprehensive as it was interesting.

I somehow tuned him out and instead focused on Mr.Collins. He was slanted back in his seat and had a fist propped to his chin. His eyebrows were clinched in concentration as he listened to what he said. His mouth formed in a thin line, and his chiseled jaw emphasized the 5 o'clock shadow he had.

He reached up to stroke his jaw and he looked in my direction immediately catching my eye. He paused as if waiting for me to break eye contact and I maintained it with equal intensity.

His eyes narrowed at me as if in thought, then looked away.

I won.

Call me childish all you want but I was not letting him win. I returned my thoughts back to the presentation.

"...I want to direct your thought to this problem. It should pop up on your screen right about now. Go ahead and read the problem and answer the problem in the private chat. The person to get this right will have a special prize. Begin!"

Leaning slightly towards Mr. Collins I read over his shoulder "I want you to create a business slogan that represents my company. I have had a business already in the Americas (U.S) but I want to open one up in England.  I will rent out a billboard to feature my company. My company is unlike any other company out there because we make tires. And not just any tires, but colorful and unique tires. As my business partner, make a slogan that represents my company, and will be featured on the billboard."

I thought over this in my head quietly. Then suddenly an idea came to mind "You chose the color. We make the tires."

"I thought I told you not to speak?" he asked.

I sighed and took off the bluetooth speakers. "Do you have a better idea?"

He didn't reply and instead typed down what I said.

"Wait! Color and tire is misspelled!" I frantically pushed his hands away from the enter key and changed 'color' to 'colour' and 'tire' to 'tyre'.

It was only when I pulled back slightly did I realize that I was half across Mr.Collins lap and my hands outstretched across the keyboard.

I lightly gulped and quickly pulled myself back and avoided Mr.Collins eye which was staring at me with some sort of intensity I couldn't place my finger on. Ignoring this I placed my headset back on, wringing my fingers in my lap, and looking everywhere but at him.

I only turned to look back when I head the click, meaning Mr.Collins had sent the slogan to the private chat.

I closed my eyes and was immediately blasted with the sharp voice of Mr.Usurp.

"Okay, time's up! Finalize your responses and submit in the private chat!"

I glanced over once again to make sure our responses were submitted. For some reason, my hands started sweating and my breathing slow.

Calm down, I told myself, it's not like he's going to fire you if you get this wrong!

I relaxed a bit.

Or would he?

I immediately started panicking again. Luckily, before I could heave the contents of my stomach, I heard Mr.Usurp come back on again.

"We have selected a winner! This person, shall I say exceptional CEO, was the only one to actually notice this important fact. But first let me give you the reasons why some of your answers are wrong."

An answer popped up on the screen saying, "Color is the way to go! Buy your tires you know!"

There was a chorus of laughter heard from the panel Mr.Usurp had in the room.

This was my thought: Are you dumb? Go and know barely rhyme!

Yeesh too harsh, maybe they should just stay away from rhyming from now on.

"While this is not the best response, this response at least referred to color and tires. I just thought I should mention this one especially, anyways I'm pretty sure you guys just want to know who the winner is... and without further delay, the winner of this challenge is..."

IS WHO? SAY IT AL—

"MR. COLLINS! Is there someone named Mr. Collins....Yes there is! Please give Mr.Collins a round of applause!"

The panel enthusiastically clapped their hands.

"Now Mr.Collins response was exceptional, it was not the ordinary responses you would expect to get, no his was the greatest. I know you guys must be waiting to see what he wrote, here it is."

Our response, or shall I say Mr.Collins response popped up on the screen. Suddenly, Mr.Collins hand slid from his lap and onto my thigh, gripping it firmly, giving me a confused glance and looking at my leg that was bouncing up and down in his hand. 

What the heck is he doing?

"Stop." he growled. "You're making me nervous."

He speaks! After so long!

I feel myself getting hot, blood rushing to my cheeks and I immediately stop, and his grip on my thigh lessens. After a few moments, he releases his hold and returns his hand back to his lap.

Subconsciously, my hand traced the area his was just in. And thankfully, Mr.Usurp comes back on, cutting the thick tension in the air.

"This was the correct answer, notice I'm basing my company in a foreign country, the language is different from what the Americans use. So thank you to Mr.Collins for noticing it. And now for the special prize...to be told in secret of course! Thank you for your time, see yo next time for the ANNUAL C-E-O CONFERENCE"

He pumped his hands in the air, and waved goodbye. Just about when Mr. Collins is about to close his tab.

Mr. Usurp says, "Mr. Collins I would like for you to meet me in London, I will tell you the details later after finishing whatever business you need to do, come and I shall waiting for your presence,"

Mr.Collins hand hovered over the keyboard, as if waiting to type something before Mr.Usurp shouted.

"Oh, and bring a plus one! Toodles!"

The screen went black. Finally.

I took the Bluetooth headphones out of my ear and gave it to Mr.Collins. In doing so, our hands slightly brushed together. I quickly retracted my hands, settling them into my lap.

"So..." I began, but Mr.Collins beat me to it.

"I suggest we retire to bed."

"We?" I asked.

"You and me, two separate terms. Besides it's past 10 o'clock, unless you're going to stay awake?"

I hurriedly stood to my feet, attempting to escape from his presence, when jet lag hit me all at once.

"Uhhhhh!" I slunked back into my seat, or so I thought, my eyes closing involuntarily.

"What do you think you're doing." Mr.Collins asked.

My eyelids could barely keep my eyes open and felt my body get pushed to the side. I let out a moan in protest.

"Really jet-lag hits you now?" he asked. I heard a sigh, and that was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

That, and strong arms wrapping around my body.