Chapter Three: The Bromance.
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The next day...
Gianna forces herself to walk straight as she was making her way to the office. their office. Eventhough she's having a terrible hangover, she still decided to report to work because he doesn't want to have a bad record in their company, especially with their big Boss.
She needs to focus more on her dream of becoming a famous and talented make-up artist and she shouldn't waste her time and energy with Grant Claravall.
"You look like a zombie, Gianna." Brittany observed, as soon as she sat on her desk.
"Geez, thanks. And good morning to you, too." Gianna said sarcastically replied.
"Here, drink this coffee. And you should drink this to cure your hangover." Marsha suddenly joined in their conversation, as she laid down a mug of coffee and a bottle of medicine on her table.
Gianna quickly took the medicine and she took a sip of coffee. She almost spit on her coffee when she suddenly heard Grant's voice.
"Morning, guys. AAA, I need my coffee.Now." their Boss seriously ordered. He just walked past them and walked straight to his private office without even looking back.
Gianna automatically stood up and immediately went to the coffeemaker table.
After brewing a fresh cup of coffee, she immediately walked to Boss Grant's private office. But she took a deep, calming breath first before opening the door.
She immediately saw her Boss on a busy mode while reading e-mails.
"Morning, Big Boss. Here's your coffee. "
"Thank you." he thanked him, but he sounded like a robot.
Well, she shouldn't care about him anymore.
"Do you need anything else?" Gianna asked, in a professional tone.
"Yes. I need to talk to you,but close the door first. I don't want anyone to disturb us." Grant seriously announced
Her Boss needs to talk to her about something? But why does she need to close the door?
Her train of thought stopped in a halt when she heard Grant's voice again.
"Are you listening to me, AAA? I said close the door." he called for her attention.
"O-Okay, Big Boss." she went towards the door and quickly closed. After that,she marched back towards Grant.
"Take a seat.." Grant said while pointing at the nearby sofa.
Gianna walked towards the couch and sat there. He feels like she's going to have a heart attack at anytime because her heart was beating triple time...
"Close your eyes. Don't open them 'till I tell you." Grant commanded her again.
Gianna closed her eyes, as she held her breath in suspense. She can feel Grant's face fanning her face... She's waiting for his lips to touch hers, but something else touched her lips. It was wet and ---!
She immediately opened her eyes and saw Grant wiping her lipstick with a wet tissue.
"How long have you been working here? Why can't you even put your make-up properly? And what kind of make-up are you using? Your face looks like a mess. You look like a clown!" Grant complained, while looking irritated.
Gianna’s heart suddenly sank. She's low-key expecting that her Prince Charming's going to kiss her...
"Just stay still and don't move. I'll fix your make-up." Grant stated.
He took a deep breath out of nowhere when Boss Grant caressed his face.
It took Grant a few minutes to fix Gianna's make-up.
"Now you look more like a woman." Gianna heard Grant's voice again.
When Gianna opened her eyes, she saw Grant holding a mirror infront of her. She smiled with so much satisfaction when she saw her "new and improved look" at the mirror.
"Oh my goodness! Is this really me?" Gianna unbelievably asked, while looking at her reflection on the mirror.
"How many years have you been working here, AAA?" Grant asked her, out of the blue.
"Uh...I've been working here for three years, Boss." Gianna replied.
"And in those three years, you haven't learned anything? Especially the proper way of doing your own make-up?" asked Grant, while looking disappointed.
Gianna was about to say something but she stopped when Grant's phone suddenly rang.
"You can go back to work now... And I don't want to see your messy make-up next time, okay?" Grant strictly commanded. He then went back to his desk and answered the phonecall.
So, that was it?
Gianna wanted to scream in frustration. She can't really understand this guy. Sometimes he's cold, and sometimes he's hot. And it's driving her crazy!
Gianna was about to say something but she stopped when Grant's phone suddenly rang.
"You can go back to work now... And I don't want to see your messy make-up next time, okay?" Grant strictly commanded. He then went back to his desk and answered the phonecall.
So, that was it?
Gianna wanted to scream in frustration. She can't really understand this guy. Sometimes he's cold, and sometimes he's hot. And it's driving her crazy!
"Oh,stop fantasizing about him,Gianna." she lectured herself.
Once she got out from his office and as soon as she sat on her desk, she was immediately bombarded by messages on her Skype chatbox. And as usual, it was from Brittany and Marsha.
"Why did our Boss tell you, Gianna?"
"Did he do something to you?"
Gianna quickly typed in her reply.
"I really wish something happened, but nothing happened at all. He just fixed my make up, mocked me a bit, and that was it."
"Oh. Are you okay?" Brittany replied.
"Maybe I should give up my feelings for him. I need to forget about him and just focus on improving myself as a Stylist and Make-Up artist." Gianna said.
"Come to think of it, the Association of Make Up Artist and Stylist will hold a competition in the next few months. So, this is probably your chance to enter the contest." Brittany informed her.
"Actually, that's my plan. But I need someone to teach me all the make-up hacks for me to have a bigger chance to win." Gianna responded
"Wait- our Boss won at that very same competition two years ago?" Marsha suddenly remembered.
"Right, I remembered! Gianna, why don't you ask Boss Grant to be your instructor?" Brittany suggested.
Her friends got a point. Grant already has the experience being in a contest, and she's 100% sure he can give her some pointers...
But the question is... How can she convince her devil reincarnate Boss to help her?
Looks like she really needs a miracle.
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