Chapter One - Not All Sundays Are Good

"Scarlet!?" My dad shouted for the third time from the hall downstairs while I was getting ready. I had chosen a black tank top with blue denims, matching perfectly with my boots. I wasn't supposed to dress professional as I wasn't attending the meeting. Deciding to leave my wavy locks falling upon my shoulder, I shouted back to dad that I was ready.

Hanging my sling bag over my shoulder, I glanced at the watch. 10 a.m.

The meeting starts at 10:30 a.m. Better hurry up. I sprinted down the stairs to the living room and dad was dressed up in his usual business attire as he was glancing down at his watch in every two seconds.

He looked up at me. "I was about to leave without you Scar. You take so much time to get ready,"

"Sorry," I muttered as I offered him a cheeky smile, which he returned with a shake of his head and finally a smile.

Dad hurriedly walked towards the front door while I turned to Mrs. Byrne, who was humming a song while dusting the furniture.

"Umm Mrs. Byrne. Is Jimmy still asleep?" I asked.

She looked up and paused her work. "Yeah I guess. Should I check up on him?"

"No no it's fine. Just take care of him,"

"Ofcourse dear," She gave me a warm smile and I returned it.

"Scarlet. Hurry up," Dad called from the front door and I hurriedly ran up to him. Leaving the house, we walked towards our garage and dad picked up his keys from the stand.

"Dad," I called and he paused to look back at me.

"Can we go in my Lambo? I haven't drove her in a while. Please?"

Sighing, he nodded. "But hurry up," He placed the key back and I picked up another shiny metallic key from the stand.

Pressing the button, my beautiful matte black car beeped in the corner and we walked over to it.

I sighed in relief at the comfort from the leather seats and started the engine. It was 10:10 when I drove the car out of our driveway and stretched its tyres across the busy New York roads.

Racing the car through short cuts and narrow streets, I was glad to have covered almost half the distance.

"Scarlet. Is this how you always drive?" Dad asked and I turned to my right.

"Uh yeah,"

He raised a brow at me.

"No I mean no. Ofcourse not. I'm not crazy dad," I let out a nervous laugh but dad had the same skeptical look on his face and I turned my gaze to the road once more.

I still felt his narrowed gaze on me. "Okay. Do you wanna get there on time or not?"

Out of my peripheral vision, I saw him look down at his watch once more and nod. "Ofcourse. Just drive,"

After about five minutes, I turned the corner and looked at the distance in GPS. We were there.

A huge multi storeyed building stood on our left as I looked at the clear reflection of our car and the busy street on its complete glass exterior. Without getting out of the car, I could make out the intimidating aura of the building as a few well dressed professionals walked out of it. The word 'Sinclair' was written in big shiny gray letters on it.

"Scarlet," My dad called me and I turned to him. "We're getting late,"

"Yeah. Why don't you go inside and I'll park the car,"

"Okay," He nodded and got out of the car. Before he could shut the door, I called him. "All the best Dad,"

He gave me a big smile but the nervousness flashing in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by me. Nodding at me, he shut the door and I watched as he walked over to the other side of car and entered the building.

The lobby seemed almost empty and I suddenly remembered that it was a Sunday. A Goddamned Sunday!

But who was I to complain? It's not like dad dragged me to come with him. It was my choice.

I looked for the parking sign and stepped on the gas when I found it far ahead near the end of the building. My car slowly went to it as the barrier lifted up and I drove underground.

Woah! Dad's company doesn't have such a huge underground parking. I thought as I looked at the paths leading to three-four more underground levels.

Luckily, since it was a Sunday, there weren't many cars but the first level was still packed.

I spotted an empty lot between two cars and drove towards it but only to make my foot hit the brakes in emergency when a beautiful black Mercedes Convertible came speeding towards my car and the person turned a sharp perfect corner and parked the car in just one go, without hitting reverse.

My heart started beating loudly at such a close call on my poor lambo when another car beeped their horn at me. It was the car to the left of the newly arrived convertible.

The person wanted to reverse to get out and I was standing in the way. I put my car in reverse and the person drove out of the parking lot. My eyes were fixed on the door of the black convertible, waiting for it to open and the person to step out so he or she could get some piece of my mind.

My hands trembling, I gritted my teeth and realized that I was still standing in the aisle, so I stepped on the gas and parked my car in the spot that just got empty, next to the convertible.

I deliberately took a longer turn towards left and parked it right next to the left door of the convertible. Ha! Take that.

I turned towards the car with a smirk but my smirk soon washed away when my eyes met him. Ocean blue eyes stared back at me for a brief moment before he looked ahead again. I noticed him holding his phone between his left shoulder and ear as he spoke something. His dark brown hair looked messy like he had probably run his fingers through them and just then, his hand went up to his hair and he ran his fingers through them.

I met a brief moment of weird satisfaction when he did that. Watching his lips move, I felt a warm feeling inside my chest as it all felt like a déjà vu and a feeling of familiarity sprawled across my chest. It suddenly seemed like I had seen him somewhere but couldn't remember where.

I watched the loosened tie around his neck and soon his fingers did the upper button of his shirt and he lifted his tie up.

Running his fingers through his hair once more, he tried to style them back but a lazy strand fell on his forehead.

As if sensing that I was looking at him, he turned to me. I blinked at him and looked away in embarrassment but then realized what I was doing.

He had now ended the call and almost opened the door but paused when he couldn't open it.

Shutting his door, he looked up at me once again and motioned with his hand to move the car.

I smirked at him and rolled my window down.

With a bewildered yet annoyed look, he rolled his window down too.

"Move your car. I can't open the door," His deep voice was really sexy and went with his appearance.

"Are you asking me to do that? 'Cause if you are, then it's not a very polite way of doing that," I shrugged innocently.

A frown took over his handsome face as he opened his mouth to speak something but shut it, his jaw clenching angrily.

"And neither is taking someone else's parking spot considered polite," I added after a second.

He gave me an incredulous look before recognition flashed across his face as he looked at my car. "So you do have a reason for being a jerk. I thought it was your time of the month or something," He smirked.

"Excuse me," I narrowed my eyes at him. Well, how dare he say something like that?

"The only jerk here is you," I snapped. "And good luck getting out of your car," Getting out of my car, I locked it and walked to the side all the while noticing his glare on me.

"Women. Dammit," I heard him curse when I neared his car and smirked while walking towards the elevators. I pressed the button to call the elevator and when I turned around to look at him, he was now on his passenger side as he opened the door and stepped out of the car.

I couldn't help but check him out. He was fairly tall, well built near the chest area and obviously, I could easily be expecting a six pack under that shirt hugging his torso. His arms were muscular and if it weren't for the sleeves rolled up, I wouldn't have gotten a golden view of his packed forearms.

"You got me late for a meeting. If you were working here, you'd be in trouble," He said as he pulled his suit on.

"Whatever," I said as I stepped into the elevator and turned to him.

Shoving his phone into his pocket, he started walking towards the elevator but I smirked at him as I pressed the 'close' button.

He increased his pace in my direction and glared at me.

The elevators closed before him and I was glad he wasn't fast enough to push the 'call' button again.

Once the elevator started going up, I burst out laughing at the little encounter and his face before the elevators closed. That definitely served him right and I knew that if someone was watching us, they would call me a freak. But who cares?

I stepped out of the elevators on the floor dad had said the meeting would be on. I found dad sitting in the waiting area. I wonder if the rest of his employees were already waiting in the conference room and he was here to make sure I came up.

"Dad," I called and he looked up at me.

"Scarlet. What took you so long?" He asked as he walked over to me.

I shrugged. "Just exploring. But why are you here? The meeting was supposed to start at 10:30 right?" I looked down at my watch and it was fifteen minutes past the time already.

"Yeah. The CEO got a little late and I was getting bored while waiting in the conference room. Thought I'd come and sit with you,"

"Great," I smiled at him. "That way I can give you some motivational talk,"

"Not my first meeting Scar," He looked at me in amusement.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay go ahead. Burst my bubble. Who cares? Just a little scar on poor Scarlet's heart,"

Dad let out a laugh as he ruffled my hair and pulled me in for a hug.

"Not the hair Dad," I muttered as I pouted while hugging him back.

Just then, Dad let go of me and looked behind me with a smile concealing his nervous demeanour.

"Mr. Sinclair," My dad stood upright in his posture and extended his hand. I turned around to greet the CEO but was struck by metaphoric lightning when my eyes landed on the guy I had met in the parking lot.

"Mr. Price," He greeted back in a business tone.

He shook my dad's hand but his gaze met mine for a brief second, a small smirk forming on his lips.

"This is my daughter Scarlet Price," Dad said and turned to me.

"Meet Mr. Sinclair," Dad pushed me a bit forward as I was too frozen to move. He extended his hand in my direction and I shook it numbly. His warm hand fitted into my own and I knew our company was going to be fucked when he gave my hand a little squeeze, a menacing look flashing across his eyes for a brief second.

Gulping down, I brought my hand back to my side but my eyes couldn't leave his dangerous yet smooth blue ones.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting for long Mr. Price," His gaze moved to my Dad. "Issues can arise anytime and anywhere," He cut a glance at me.

"Ofcourse," Dad agreed with him and I looked at him. It broke my heart to see his eyes filled with hope when I knew that there was a chance that I had spoiled everything even before it could start.

Both the men started walking towards the conference room, my dad walking in the front as he opened the door and got in, Mr. Sinclair following behind him and as he turned to shut the door--

He smirked at me.

Once he was out of my sight, I sighed and collapsed on the couch behind me, as the receptionist gave me a weird look, but I was too engaged in my thoughts to care.

I couldn't believe I had ruined Dad's chance of getting the company back in the market.

Why did I have to do that? Why? But that was just a childish prank. He would understand that, right?

I suddenly remembered why I found him so familiar. I had seen him in a magazine last week! Dammit!

Alec Sinclair! The young CEO! Oh God!

And I just had to mess with him!

Oh man! What were the odds of that happening?

Nick Bateman 💖

I couldn't find a better Alec Sinclair! Hahaha!

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