My Dad's Billionaire Best Friend

One Day Notice

After last night with Mark here, I buried myself in web designing to take my mind off of everything. Today, I will stay out of his way. I need to guard my heart, that's for sure. The weather is grey today. I wear a black wrap dress, that is just above my knees and a short black coat, my black heels and loose hair. I sway my hips as I walk, to be confident. I need to leave this place, but I want to appear as confident as I am when I give him the notice.

I walk past his office, I know that he is there because I decided to arrive at work on the dot 8am. I see that his office door is open. I feel eyes burn into me, I sit down at my desk and power up my computer, still not looking into Mark's office. Last night I have given this idea so much thought. The idea that I got, is to have my own Web design business. I have a profile where I have created web designs for other people before working here at Sternpoint.

I cannot work here with Mark. It is bad for me. So all I need to do is go to Mark and put in my one day notice. my heart hasn't been broken this badly. "Morning" I look up to see Sam leaning against my desk.

"Hey, sorry that I didn't arrive at work earlier, I'm not myself today" I say.

"Its okay, how is the boss treating you?" he asks randomly, like he is creating a conversation.

"Well, I have decided that I won't be working here any longer, I'm planning on giving him my one-day notice. I decided to have my own business and that is what I'm going to do."

"Wow, that is impressive. Let me know if you need people to help with your business. I would like to be employed by you. It makes my job less boring". I can't help but laugh at him.

"Gray-Lynn, my office now", Mark calls from his office door. I roll my eyes and sigh.

"The boss needs you, please don't do anything that will put him in an awful mood" he says as he winks at me and walks away.

I take the document that I typed out last night for my one-day notice and I walk into his office, closing the door behind me. He looks at me with concern.

"Are you okay?" he asks me, he is sitting at his desk with his black Armani suit. I can smell his scent from here, and I stop in front of his desk.

"Im okay" I say.

"Sorry again for yesterday, for what I said. I was an ass" he says.

"Yes you were, and I thought about it a lot last night after you left" I say, still holding the document in my hand.

"Gray, I never hurt you before, and to see how much I hurt you yesterday made me want to take all of my words back. It killed me inside to see you cry because of me" he says, looking guilty.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore" he looks relieved when I said that. I place the document gently on his desk. He takes it and then he reads roughly. His brows are furrowed now as if he is about to be angry. " I'm leaving Sternpoint" I say. He looks at me with a look that could kill. Well, if looks could kill.

" I'm not accepting this" his tone is harsh and he puts the document down. "I refuse this."

"Mark, I want to have my own business and last night put a lot of things into my mind. Especially by being hurt by you. So that is what I want to do."

"If that is what you want, then I can help you, but you cannot just jump on it, things like this takes time" he says as he gets up from his seat and walks away from his desk.

"I have started in college already, so I don't need anything from you, and I have my dad" I say. He walks towards me.

"Your dad is traveling, so you have to wait for him to be home and help you, where I am here and I can help you" he says, with his eyes burning into me.

I shake my head, as he stops in front of me. "I can't work for you, I have always felt attracted to you. I think that it is best that I leave" I say.

"You will do no such thing" he says, leaning in closer to me, his face inches away from mine.

"Yes I can" I say, which is barely a whisper. He looks at my lips.

"The things you do to me" he shakes his head a little. Then his phone rings. He moves away from me to answer the phone while keeping his eyes glued on me and he sits on the edge of his desk.

"Okay, thank you Jackie, you can send them through" he says, and he puts the phone down. He stands up with my document, he tears it in half, then into a quarter and eight pieces, then he dumps it into his trashcan.

"Mark, you cannot do that" I say, I cannot believe that he just did that.

"Oh, I just did," he laughs to himself. "We are not done here, I have a meeting to attend, so when I'm done, I want you to be in my office, we have things to discuss" he says, he takes a file from his desk and he leaves.

I am glued to the spot, wrapping my brain around what just happened. We will definitely be discussing things. I shake my head and I walk to my desk. If he has feelings for me in return, he can just say it to me. But I want to leave this place. The more I don't see him, the better.