Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir

Her boss asks her on a date.

Two Days Later

~Lauren~

I pulled my car into the under ground garage, stormed out of it before auto locking it and running into the office building. I had a crazy night yesterday with Joan and got a little drunk again. It made me sleep a little over my wake time. I started thinking of a perfect excuse to give if I get questioned. Nothing came into my head. I fought my feet into my 3 inches stiletto heels and stepped into the reception. The aura was tense than usual. The receptionist alongside her colleagues were overly concentrated on their laptop screens. Even with the sound of my heels clicking the floor, I got no attention except from the receptionist who in turn went back to work after noticing it was me. The silence was unusual, making me feel uneasy. I walked up to the receptionist in an attempt to satisfy my curiosity.

'Something I don't know about?'.

'The President is around' she whispered close to my ears.

At the announcement, my pulse quickened. 'When did he come here?'

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