Finding Him.
1422 Words
"Let's go get your phone!" Hilda shrieks the moment I walk into the room.
She is clad in an elegant, red, short dress made of a stretching fabric. The dress hugs her plus-size body well making her look like a rich man's girlfriend. Her black heels which are quite tall make her look even more exquisite.
She had mother wake me up this early, so I am in my pajamas I am certain my bed-head doesn't look good either. Mother woke me up sounding joyous that I managed to find a friend in my first day.
How did she even manage to make it here at this early hour? Did she sleep at all?
"What do you mean by we go get my phone?" I ask.
"Exactly that! Billionaire Richmond Harvard called me, he said he wants to return your phone, so we go get it." She answers excitedly.
Oh, so the jerk just grew a heart! That's good news because I didn't have enough cash to buy another, yet.
I was thinking of finding a job here, probably in a small hotel or coffee shop. I need a little extra cash if I will attempt looking like everyone else at my new college.
"Where is it?" I ask.
"With him of course." She mutters. "He said he is in his office downtown. But he will be leaving in two hours so we should hurry."
Go to a billionaire's office in downtown to get a cheap, old phone? That's crazy! We just moved here and I haven't been to downtown yet.
"I don't think it's worth the effort. Can you imagine lining up with his other rich visitors when all we are to get is my old phone? That arrogant bastard is most likely going to laugh at us!" I point out.
Probably he won't since Hilda looks too lovely to laugh at.
"No one is going to laugh at us. He took your phone and he offered to give it back, let's go get it or you will have to buy another!"
She must be longing to see her crush again, I get it. This is her opportunity and as her friend, I should at least let her have the fun.
"Okay, we'll go for it. I know how much you want to have an exclusive meeting with the guy." I say and she smiles shyly.
"It's nice to have a friend who understands me. Now go get dressed. Put on something good, please!"
Hmm! Is there anything I have that is as good as her dress? No. The best I have is a blue pantsuit. That's what I am going to wear, after all mother says I look good in it. And I don't want Mr. Arrogance to think that we want to flirt with him.
I hurry back upstairs, clean up and slip into the suit. I put my hair into a neat and ponytail and run back downstairs.
"You look stunning! Where were you hiding those curves?" Hilda screams.
I know she is exaggerating her surprise, I only dressed to look presentable. But friends have a habit of fooling each other just to make the other person feel better.
"Let's go then." I say.
We walk to Hilda's car that is parked right outside the house. She let's me drive since she wants to paint her nails.
What if the guy doesn't notice her? I am afraid she may commit suicide. She replies her make-up four times by the time we are entering the central part of the city.
"Did you bother to as the address?" I ask.
"Keep going until you see a silver coloured building. We ain't far." She says, checking her styled hair in a pocket mirror.
I drove on and almost immediately slop the magnificent, about ninety floors tall, building. It's silver colour makes it shine under the morning sun.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Hilda comments proudly.
I nod in agreement. I can't believe we will be walking into that building in the name of recovered an old phone.
"Drive faster, we are about to get late." Hilda warns.
I don't bother with adding speed since we are already entering the parking lot. I don't fail to notice the black Ferrari that sets almost at the centre of the group of cars in the parking. That definitely belongs to Mr.Arrogance.
We leave the car and Hilda leads the way into the building. "Do you think my make-up is too much?" She asks pausing at the main entrance.
"Yes." I answer absentmindedly. I am getting nervous about this whole thing and my brain isn't operating so well.
I want to turn back and head back home, coming here for a phone was a bad idea. But Hilda is too thrilled to be here that she is likely to strangle me if I turn around.
"Yes? what's too much? Please tell me!"
"Relax, I was kidding! You look super hot!" I finally snap back to reality and forge a smile.
We step into the reception are which has a lush, silver coloured carpet and seats that match the colour. Silver and classic uniqueness seems to be the style here.
Three receptionists seats behind desks at the far end of the room, two ladies and a man in his thirties.
"This place is lovely!" Hilda exclaims.
"Yeah, it's magnificent. Hope they let us go farther."
"I think the hottie won't turn us back." Hilda points at the male receptionist. I hadn't noticed the man is good looking until she mentioned it.
"Promise you won't flirt with him." I request. Hilda smirks.
"Why? It's okay if it's him you want, I'm here for Harvard and him only."
"I'm just afraid that you may get us kicked out of here even before I get my phone back." I correct.
"I know how to flirt with dignity. Let's go." She answers.
She leads the way to his desk, her painted nails tap on his desk. He looks up and smiles warmly.
"Hello, we are here to see Mr. Harvard. He has something that belongs to us." Hilda says, smiling back. The man appears skeptical.
"And you are?"
"Hilda Gathson." She points at me. "She is Sarah Williams."
The man's eyes narrow at me, a smile flashes across his face. "Little naughty geek, came to correct your phone?" He asks.
I am too embarrassed to speak, I nod my head. If everyone keeps recognizing me, I will need a face transplant.
"Yeah, Mr. Harvard is expecting you. Follow me!" He orders, rises from his desk and heads towards the elevator. We happily follow.
"Is there a reason you were so agitated over him confisicating your cellphone?" He asks as the elevator carries us up.
"Other than she is a walking trouble?" Hilda supplies.
"I just didn't think he had the right to take it." I defend.
He chuckles but remains quiet. The elevator opens and we step into an impressively designed ninetieth floor.
The receptionist leads us through the corridors until we are looking at a door marked Office of the CEO.
There is a camera right above the door. What a psycho!
"Where are this girls going?" A snappy voice asks from behind us.
We turn to meet a beautiful blonde in a white pencil dress and matching heels. She is stunning enough to be a supermodel.
"I asked you a question!" She snaps at the receptionist. He deffiantly glowers at her.
"They got an appointment with Mr. Harvard, what's your problem?" He answers.
"You didn't think they are lying? You know Mr. Harvard doesn't hire hookers!" She chastises.
"Miss. Grayson, we are only here to pick my friend's cellphone." Hilda interjects. She knows her?
"Who is she?" I whisper in Hilda's ear.
"A famous telenovela actress, she is also Mr. Harvard's person assistant." She whispers back.
Oh! Now I get why she is so hostile towards us, she must be his mistress as well.
"Pick her phone from where? Did she had it sent here or what?" The actress now glares at me.
I was trying to stay out of trouble today, but looks like it had ways of following me. If she is Harvard's mistress, then I will get dragged out of here by security if I punch her stupid head.
"I called them." A deep, husky voice announces. All eyes turn to the source of it.
The hot billionaire stands by his office door in a fitting grey shirt and black jeans. His scrutinizing gaze focused on us.
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