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The Best Friend's Contract By athrhteera Characters: 16298

Updated: 2019-01-28 12:03


Aidan

As soon as I stop my car in front of my building, I immediately step out of the car to find Flynn anxiously making his way towards me—gripping hard onto his phone in his right hand and a file in the other. His eyes are drifting up to my face and down to my suit, making sure I'll be looking presentable for the meeting.

''Flynn, '' I stop walking to see his eyes widening as he turns to look at me, ''Did you have lunch?'' I ask, leaving him glancing down at his wrist watch before shaking his head, slowly. Both of his eyes are looking back at me yet it's as if he's too afraid of making an eye contact.

''I had to finish your work and I had to prepare the meeting, '' He replies before glancing down at his wrist watch, again. ''Mr. Ashton, is there something wrong? You're ten minutes late and people are already waiting for you to start the meeting, '' He continues to speak.

Within seconds, I've already reached out for a fifty dollar bill in my wallet before putting it in his hand which causes him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. ''Do me a favour and spend that money on food, '' I say as he stands still, utterly speechless. ''Fully spend it. I don't accept changes.'' Then, I make my way towards the elevator after patting onto his shoulder, leaving him standing there, all by himself.

''But. . . Mr. Ashton!'' He turns to run after me.

I raise my right hand to wave at him as the elevator doors close, taking me to the floor I needed to be. Just as I walk down the hall, my employees are already making their way to do their work instead of chatting and talking to the other workers. Both of their eyes stare at me with respect as they let out a deep sigh, as soon as I've passed.

''Mr. Ashton, you're late.'' One of my employees say, pushing the door open for me as I am greeted by twelve gentlemen who had waited for my arrival.

''No. They were early, '' I reply before making my way towards my seat, gesturing for Oliver; the one who is presenting the company's stocks to begin. The lights are being turned off as he starts to talk, pointing at the screen up front—showing the amount of stocks have risen from last month which is an improvement.

Everyone are paying attention to the screen, not bothered to interrupt Oliver's explanation on making our stocks to rise even higher starting from next month. His explanation seems to have pulled me in for further interest, ''In my opinion, this can lessen the risk and then, we can have a better income. When the stocks rise, the percentage will, too.'' He says, nodding.

''What about our finance company in Australia?'' I ask, causing him to stop talking, immediately. People are turning to look at me before turning to look at Oliver again, who seemed to be caught in between—he clears his throat, trying to figure out an explanation.

''Their money currency, uh, '' He stops talking, ''We haven't figured out further details about the company in Australia as it is being handled by your brother, Alain Ashton. He has kept the financial details to himself and it has not yet been shared, '' He adds, making me nod.

Just like that, I begin to stand up before pointing at the screen—starting to see the flaws in his presentation. ''You do know that we have to worry about Dubai and Italy, right? If we raise the percentage here in New York. . . don't you think it'll affect the interest there?'' My question seems to have silence everyone from pointing out any further details.

''As of my brother, it is also your job to keep up with him. If he refuses to share any further detail as he might think of it as a threat to his. . . commitment, then you can try harder. There's nothing wrong with how you present on raising the stocks by next month but I don't like how you neglect the other finance companies we have in different countries, '' I continue to speak, ''You can come back and set another meeting as soon as you've earned the details I need, ''

''But, Mr. Ashton. . . your brother is impossible to talk to, '' Oliver says, looking at me with slight hesitation yet I appreciate the bravery he holds—something an employee should have.

''So am I, '' I reply.

''If there's nothing else, that'll be it.'' I fix my coat as I head towards the door, ''Please, send me another copy of that to my assistant.'' I add before making my way out, leaving them talking about it without my anticipation—at times, it would be unlikely for me to join their argument on the topics because I find it repulsive.

As soon as I've stepped out of the elevator and head straight towards my office, I am greeted with Flynn who seem to have been standing at the exact spot for the past thirty minutes as he holds onto an undeniably amount of food which causes me to stare at him, confusingly.

''Flynn, what are those?'' I gesture towards food that has been placed on the coffee table a

ruthfully.

I park my car before stepping out and heading straight towards the front door, lifting my hand to knock but before I can—Kenna has already opened the door for me. My lips curve up into a smirk, ''You've got to stop doing that.'' I mutter, chuckling softly.

''What? I was downstairs when I heard your car, '' She replies as she closes the door behind me. Then, I am already taking off my coat after throwing my shoes off at the ground before quickly making my way towards the sofa and drop down, letting my body release the stress from haunting me.

Kenna chuckles, ''You look exhausted.''

''Thanks, '' I mutter as I peek through, seeing her standing near me before sitting down and turning on the television—pressing onto the remote to search for her favourite television series. It's the one and only, Once Upon A Time. . . her all-time favourite.

''Your stuff are where they're supposed to be, '' She says before glancing at me, ''Go on and take a shower because you stink, '' She laughs, making me throw the cushion pillow towards her face which causes her to yelp as she pushes it away from hitting her, directly.

Just like that, I'm already making my way towards the bathroom after taking a pair of shirt and pants from the wardrobe. The warm water sprinkles down my skin, causing my body to relax as the heat open up my pores—letting me close my eyes at the sensation. It would always feel great to come home and just have a warm shower or bath, by far the most relaxing.

When I'm done changing into my new pair of clothes, I brush my teeth after cleansing my face and dapping my face dry with a towel. Without further ado, I'm already making my way out of the bathroom to find Kenna leaning back on the sofa with her blanket wrapped around her as she smiles, watching the show without paying attention to her surroundings which is typical of her.

''Can I join?'' I ask, sitting beside her as she moves to give me some space. As I lean my head on the sofa, she is already leaning closer towards me before placing her head on my shoulder.

''So. . . is Emma going to die?'' My question seem to have caught her off guard as she smacks me on the shoulder, leaving me groaning in pain before chuckling. She has always?shipped?Emma and Hook together, no doubt she would be upset if anything happens to them.

She looks up at me, ''If you're going to stay here and watch, you're going to keep quiet or I'm going to castrate you.'' She says, threatening me which causes me to laugh before nodding my head and lean back, eyes drooping at the screen.

Slowly, I begin to find myself falling asleep even if I try hard to fight it. My eyes are starting to close as I feel my head leaning back on the sofa without further support, letting me blink a few times, trying to stay awake before looking down at Kenna, seeing her still focusing onto the television screen.

Everything seems to disappear around me as I hear the voices coming from the television yet I pay no further attention, only finding myself giving in to my tiredness—forgetting about my best friend who seems to be snuggling close towards me, in search of warmth but she could just turn off the air-conditioner. Then again, she has always loved the cold.

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