Page 48 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
And, incredibly, the idea didn't sound so bad to me for the first time.
After Alice arrived, Camila kept a bit more of a distance, but she also came closer and interacted with my daughter a few times. As we were leaving, she told me she did that because she didn’t want to intrude on what she felt was a moment meant just for me and Alice, but she commented several times on how beautiful and smiley my daughter was.
And I heard all of that feeling my chest almost explode with pride.
After a day like that, I couldn't help but thank Camila for everything. I thought flowers might be a good idea.
I hoped I hadn't overdone it.
I was thinking about this when a beep alerted me that the elevator had stopped on my floor. At first, that put me on alert, since I hadn't authorized anyone to come up. However, when the door opened, I realized it was the same woman who had been the focus of my thoughts.
But how did she have my password, anyway?
Well, that didn't matter at the moment. I was curious about her reasons for coming over, and I confess that some pretty dirty possibilities crossed my mind.
Suddenly, the idea of getting sexually involved with an employee wasn't so bad anymore.
Damn it, I shouldn’t be having that kind of thought. Our agreement didn’t involve any intimate contact — we made that very clear right from the start.
“Hi,” she greeted me when she finally stopped in front of my table.
I stood up, but I stood there like a fool without reacting. Until, finally, I answered, “Hi. Is everything okay? I mean... for you coming all the way here. Not that I'm complaining, I just thought it was unusual, and...”
Shut up, idiot!
What the hell, since when did I get that stupid in front of a woman?
She smiled before declaring, “I just came to thank you for the flowers. I thought it was kind of you. And, well, if the idea was to convince everyone that we are really engaged, it seems to have worked. The people downstairs are talking about nothing else now.”
That was very good, although that was not the initial idea.
“Don’t mention it. It really was just to thank you. Your company yesterday meant a lot.”
“It’s part of our deal.”
“Since you’re here, why don’t you sit down for a bit?” I pointed to the armchair across from my desk as I took my own seat again. She did the same. “Speaking of our deal, since the amount we agreed on was a bit high, the bank came up with a few bureaucratic hurdles to process the transfer, but the money should be in your account later today.”
She smiled, looking happy with the news, and that, at first, made me a little discouraged. The idea of having her by my side just because of a cash payment suddenly seemed completely frustrating.
However, hadn't that been the agreement from the beginning?
She, however, did not pursue the subject of payment further. She seemed to have something else important to talk about.
“There's something I want to talk to you about, Mr. Turner.”
“Michael,” I corrected her. Faster than I would have liked. “Even though we’re alone, I prefer you to just call me Michael.”
“Right... Michael... I was thinking about the conversation you had with Alice's grandparents yesterday. About them sneaking someone into the party.”
I had even pushed that suspicion aside. But Camila bringing up the subject, reignited that doubt in me.
“Any idea who the infiltrator was? Did you notice anyone suspicious there?”
“I think you don’t even know the rules set for your own parties. You had to prove you were employed by Turner Architecture to get in. Even the interns weren’t allowed to attend.”
“Are you saying that the person who filmed us was someone from the company itself?”
“Or some hotel employee. Which would also make a lot of sense, since images were obtained fromsecurity cameras. In any case, it was necessary to have someone from inside involved.”
