Fahima was in traffic on her way to the office. So getting daily traffic going to and from work was a norm. Working downtown made the drive from her apartment about 45 to 1 hour long, at times even more depending on the traffic. Providentially for her she had remembered to get her new Within Temptation CD this morning if not she would be exceedingly bored at this moment.
Traffic finally started moving along and it took her about an extra 30 minutes to get to work.
Fahima was already sitting at her desk when Jocelyn walked in. With her golden brown hair pulled back into a bun and those breath taking emerald green eyes, she was truly beautiful. She always wore suits, to her knowledge she owned one in every color obtainable. Today she wore a dark cream colored mini skirt suit, which showed off her very toned and tanned legs. She wore a silk baby blue shirt underneath, accessorized by pearls, along with a baby blue purse and cream colored heals.
She was the true taxonomy of sophistication. You wanted to know how to dress to impress while still seeming feminine and attractive you look at Jocelyn and you would have that description.
On the other hand Fahima was the complete opposite. Not only could she not afford that type of clothing, it just didn’t fit her, or so she thought. She was more of a pony tail, tank top wearing, jeans and sneakers type of girl. On the rare occasions that she wore a dress and put make up on she was acceptable but in reality was truly was a plain Jane. Her daily make-up consisted of eyeliner which was an every day must, mascara depending on her mood and lip gloss.
“I love you and you are one of my closest friends. Yet every time I walk in here I ask myself ‘why on earth would she want to work as a secretary?’ and more importantly ‘why isn’t she taking those beautiful pictures we all know she can take and make a living out of it?’.”
She just rolled her eyes; this was the bi-weekly opening speech Jocelyn gave. How she should be taking pictures, why does she waste god given talent. Blah, blah, blah.
Honestly she did love to take pictures but it wasn’t a steady job. As a photographer you could be booked one week and make two grand and then be jobless for three weeks and have to do major penny pinching. At least here she was making a solid twenty dollars an hour and worked a solid eight hours a day for five days a week. That was a solid eight hundred dollars a week, three thousand two hundred a month, and thirty eight thousand four hundred a year. She wasn’t by any means rich in today’s standards but she did live comfortably. Fahima owned her own apartment and her own car (which was recently bought).Not to mention all the benefits she has. Like being over paid as a secretary cause her boss is one of her close friends
“Yes, Jocelyn, whatever you say.” Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. She walked past Fahima and into her office. She was an attorney and constantly booked; yet she managed to somehow have a personal life. She was divorced and was always out on dates, it was obvious she was breath taking but with her busy schedule Fahima couldn’t fathom how she did it.
“Oh Fahima before I forget” she screamed from inside her office instead of using the phones intercom. She shook my head. “My three o’clock has moved for ten so change that and bring me his file please.”
“Three, three, three, ah here we go three o’clock. Gotcha! Let’s move you to ten, Mr. hmm! That’s odd.” She murmured to herself “What’s odd?” Jocelyn answered, this time using the intercom. “You’re three o’clock has no last name inputted.” “Doesn’t matter, you get it once he comes in.” “Ok”
The alarm chime that rang every time a door was open clanged. Fahima was in Jocelyn’s office going over with here the case at hand when the chime went off again. She got up and started walking to her desk but froze mid way there. The guy standing there was breath taking, he was tall, and I do mean tall. Fahima is a tall girl being 5’7 and all but he easily was over six and a half feet, looking at his eyes was as if some one punched you in the gut and took out all your air. They were a beautiful teal/aqua color; he had a strong squared jaw, with shoulder length black hair and very broad.
She looked at him and noticed he had on a confused and surprised face, probably masking hers.
“Hi I’m Fahima Linna, are you Thorer?” He nodded. “I am here to see Ms. Gallagher.” He said in a rich deep baritone voice. “Yes if you would take a seat for a moment, you are here a little early and she has one appointment before you.” She said pointing to the seat at the opposite side of the room. The left side of his lip curved and she felt as if she was going to melt. He couldn’t look more virile and commanding if he tried.
To Fahima’s annoyance he sat in the first chair to the left of her.
As she walked over to her computer she realizes she didn’t have his last name on file. “Oh Mr. Thorer-” “Just Thorer” She smiled looking down as if looking at something on a paper to hide the flushing of her cheeks. Once her face felt normal, and she thought it safe to raise her head again she looked up. Realizing that when this man was who you were looking at safe wasn’t meant to be put in that sentence. “We don’t have your last name on file and we need that information. If you wou-” “Wolff two F’s!”
And he cut her off once again!
Sensing something forbidding from him she sat back down and inserted his surname in the computer.
“Do you have the time?” Fahima jumped at the sound of his voice and he gave a deep chuckle that vibrated every single bone in her body. “Do I scare you elske?” “No you just startled me, and to answer your question, its 9:40am.” He gave a smiled that showed how truly amused he was at Fahima.
Fahima spent the next twenty minutes trying to not glance his way. It was nearly impossible he just took up so much space that it was hard to ignore him. He easily composed 3/4ths of the entire room.
“Mr. Wolff, Ms. Gallagher is ready to see you.” He got up nodded and went into the office. To Fahima’s relief she didn’t have to try not to look at him anymore. Only she found herself not needing or wanting to look up now that he wasn’t there. You would think it’s easy to ignore some one, but this man was hard to overlook little more disregard.
At 12:30 both Jocelyn and Thorer came out smiling while Thorer lead Jocelyn out with his hand on her lower back. That wasn’t a big shocker that he liked her, yet she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy inside.
What on earth are you saying Fahima!
What was I saying? ME! Jealous for this arrogant - think - I’m – special-because - I’m – drop – dead – gorgeous - and –larger - than – life man. Hah! She thought to herself bitterly.
“Fahima cancel all afternoon meetings were going to lunch with Thorer.” That wasn’t a question it was an order. “I’ll go ahead and cancel the meetings right now but I won’t be going to lunch with you two, I – uh – already made plans, with – uh – Maria and I can’t just cancel last minute.” Jocelyn nodded accepting what was told to her, it was Thorer that shocked her. “Bring her along too.”
Fahima couldn’t be more deer on headlights if she tried. “No thank you, I’m not trying to be rude really, you two go on ahead.” “Come on, I know her, she is more obstinate than a mule; once her mind is set, there is no changing it.”
He drew those suspicious teal blue eyes on her and looked intently into her eyes. She got a feeling that he wasn’t just looking at her eyes but staring straight into her soul.