Chloe's POV.

"So, you want to make an appointment with the CEO. Am I right?"

"Yes, and I would like to meet him personally to discuss some of the confidential matters." Personally my ass.

"I'm extremely sorry ma'am, but he has some other more 'important' meetings to attend than meet you personally, if you want to make an appointment then you have to have a proper reason. And discussing the confidential matters personally is not something I can appoint you for. So, I request you to please send me an email, so that I can clarify with my boss. Is that okay?" As if I care if she thinks it's okay.

"How can you say that? I am a client and I demand respect! You can't tell me that I can't make an appointment with him. He knows me and he will agree to this. Is he there?" How many times is this woman gonna ask me that?

"No, ma'am, I've already told you he's in an important meeting. If you want I can inform him about your call and then we can confirm the appointment, only if he agrees." She huffs through the phone. Such a stubborn woman.

"Okay, that will be fine. Thank you for your service." Is she serious right now?

"Okay, ma'am. Have a nice day." I cut the call. Damn that was a really long talk.

Emily Hendrickson, daughter of Reynold Hendrickson. Age: 25, career: spending her father's money on whatever she wants. This woman is a brat.

"Goodness, how the freaking hell were you handling this woman? She's so annoying! And why does she whine like a child so much. Is she on drugs? Drunk? Drugged? Is she high?" Christopher chuckles.

"Don't laugh." I say, he smiles.

"But, I don't think she'll stop. She wants to meet you so bad."

"I guess she's jealous." He says, of course she is. She should be.

The phone starts ringing again. I huff, annoyed.

I pick up the phone.

"Hello, this is The Crawford industries, how may I help you?"

"Give the phone to him." As if I would.

"Ma'am, I've already told you, he's not here. He's in a meeting an-"

"Oh really? So, he isn't sitting on his desk staring at you?" Crap. Crap. Crap.

"I-I don't understand, ma'am. He is n-"

"Hand him the freaking phone, damn it!" I can't do that.

"Ma'am, he's not over here. He's in a meeting, and he's busy. Now, I request you to have patience, I'll call you back when he's back from the meeting."

She laughs, "Oh come on, Chloe. Stop lying to me. Now, be a good girl and hand him the phone."

"I won't."

Before she could say anything else I hung up.

"She knows doesn't she?" Christopher asks me, his lips spread in a smirk.

I nod.

"She has her own ways. I've tried everything to avoid her, but it doesn't work." He shakes his head, getting up.

"She's not gonna give up. But, one thing is that she can't enter the building. I've warned the guards about her." He says, approaching me.

I huff in annoyance. Stubborn woman.

"You can't report her to the police?"

"You don't think I've tried that before, doesn't work. They're at her side," he grabs a chair and sits beside me.

"Well, then what are we gonna do?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan." He cups my cheek, his face inches away from mine.

"What's the plan?" I whisper.

"The plan can be discussed later." He closes the distance, capturing my lips as his fall over mine. He kisses me softly, gently. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me off of my chair. He makes me sit on his lap. My hands find their way up to his neck, pulling him closer.

We get interrupted by the phone ringing. Christopher groans as he pulls away. I clear my throat, picking up the phone.

"Hello, this is the Crawford industries, how may I help you?"

"Is he back?"

I swear I'm gonna kill this woman. Didn't she just say that she knows that he's in his office? Is she an idiot?

"No, ma'am. But, I'll make sure to give you a call as soon as he's back from he meeting." Does she have a brain disease? How can she act like this after she clearly told me that she knew he was here?

"Okay......yeah that will be fine." She says, sadly. Lunatic? Bipolar? What is it?

"Okay, ma'am. Have a nice day." I cut the call.

"She's acting like she didn't know, right?" Christopher asks. I didn't realize this whole time that he was playing with my hair.

"Yeah.....she was."

"She has some kind of a problem. I don't know what it is, but it's really disturbing." He says, eyebrows furrowed.

"What kind of a problem?" I ask.

He shrugs, "It can be some sort of a disorder, I'm not sure."

"Has she ever done something wrong? Like has she ever hurt herself or anything?"

"She has. She has a lot of scars on her arms. She's hurt herself multiple times. I tried to make her stop, but it gets worse. She craves attention. And if she doesn't get it, she gets mad. Really mad." He strokes my cheek with his knuckles.

"Will you do something for me?" I ask.

He smiles, "Anything."

"I want to meet her in person."

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I'm so sorry!!!!!!
I think all I'm gonna say in my A/N's is sorry. Cause I say that a lot!
But seriously, I'm really sorry for not updating. Procrastinating is what I've been doing for the past couple of weeks and I swear it's not helping me.

I've got tons of work since school started. But don't worry, I'll be updating as per my schedule!

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