"Who are we still waiting for?" I asked, annoyed. We were already twenty minutes in the conference room waiting for one person before we could start the meeting. Ximena was standing in the doorway looking stressed while giving Claire orders. I looked around the table and some of them were already getting impatient.
"How long do we still need to wait?" one of them asked impatiently as he looked at his Rolex watch. "The meeting was supposed to start twenty minute ago."
I was about to stand up and ask Ximena what is happening when suddenly a pissed off Marco stepped in the conference room.
His hair was messy, his eyes bloodshot red, but he still look as handsome as ever. He sat down on the vacant chair and my eyes widened.
All this time we were waiting for him?
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Jillian Malik P.O.V
The meeting went really well, except for the fact that one person kept falling asleep constantly. It's annoying and highly unprofessional to hear someone snore when you're in a meeting. Ximena had to elbow him occasionally so he would stay awake. Now and then he glanced over at me and every time he did that my heart makes this weird dance. It's so annoying since I'm supposed to dislike him for what he did yesterday.
Ximena's Brazilian associate were really impressed by the presentation and told her that they would send her an email with their final decision. I was so proud of Ximena. She deserved this. She deserved to expand her business internationally.
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"What the hell Marco?" Ximena growled when everyone left and we were now alone in the conference room. Marco looked up at her wearily. I doubt that he had breakfast this morning, because he looks exhausted.
"Spare me the lecture, I fucked up I know." he groaned as he leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes. Even when he's like this, he's handsome. His hair was a mess, he looks paler than ever, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and still he looks like a model coming straight out of Forbes magazine. For a hot and smart CEO -he has the looks and he graduated from Harvard with flying colors- he sure is irresponsible.
"You have a hangover on a weekday? Care to explain why?" Ximena tapped angrily on the table with her nails. She always does that when she's angry. I think that's the only reason why she gets her nails done every week, for the sound it makes when she taps with them on the table.
"Stop that, it's annoying." Marco muttered, pointing at Ximena's nails ticking on the table. "And no, it's none of your business."
She let out an exasperated sigh and looked over at me. I was collecting some papers and was about to head out.
"Uhm, I have to go now, I'll see you tomorrow." I said, not wanting to be in the middle of a possible sibling fight.
"I'll pick you up at eight in the morning."
I nodded. "Sounds good."
I threw a quick glance at Marco who was half asleep half-awake in the chair before I headed out. During my presentation I'd done that too, throwing quick glances at him. Even when he had a hangover his eyes shined so impossibly blue like there was a sky trapped behind his pupils.
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It was a beautiful day in New York City. I was planning to go on a little shopping spree today, but Ethan, one of my closest friends from university, texted me a while ago asking if I was able to join him for lunch. Of course I replied with a yes, since I haven't seen him in a while. He went back to Germany after graduation, because of an internship he got.
I drove to the address Ethan had texted me and I ended up at this place called Margon. I had never eaten here before. I grabbed a small mirror out of my bag and fixed my makeup and hair before getting out of the car.
Margon, was a small restaurant, far from where I'm used to eat. Working for Ximena, gave me the privilege to eat at five star restaurants like Le Bernardin, Gramercy Tavern, Del Posto, etc.
I walked inside the restaurant, searching for Ethan. I found him in the corner waving at me. He hadn't changed that much, the only thing that changed was his hair. In university he had short curly copper brown hair, but now they were tied in a bun on top of his head. The bun was so perfect; I ask myself where he had learned to do that. Until this day, I still can't do the iconic messy Tumblr bun on my hair.
"JJ, long time no see." he walked over at me and gave me a tight hug. "I missed you!"
In university Ethan gave me the nickname JJ, which I didn't approve of the first time. I mean Jillian itself was already short, but Ethan being so lazy had to come up with something shorter than Jillian.
As time passed by and Ethan kept calling me JJ, I got used to it. He's also the only person who can call me JJ, if someone else would call me that I wouldn't hesitate to punch the person square in the face.
We settled down on a table next to the window and placed our order. "Oh my god, I need to tell you something!" Ethan said excitement visible in his eyes.
"What?" I asked curious. He beckoned me to come closer to him and whispered something in my ear. My eyes widened in surprise and my mouth fell open. No way!
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Marco Vasilios P.O.V
"Sir, do you want another cup of coffee?" Timon asked as he picked up the coffee mug from my desk.
"No, I already drank four cups. Can you grab me a sandwich?"
He nodded. "On my way sir."
He walked out of the office and I just sat there in my office thinking about what happened last night.
Last night was just a blur. I can remember that I went to Zoe's hotel, which was a bad idea if I think about it now. After that I can't remember much, only the part where she gave me a blowjob in the kitchen, but that's pretty much it. I can't even remember how her lips felt on my manhood.
This morning I woke up with a bad headache, a naked Zoe on my chest, and fifty missed calls from Timon. I was already ten minutes late to the meeting and I knew Ximena would be furious.