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“Please sit on here, sir,” I offered Mr. Ford Montenegro when he was done speaking to a businessman.

He gave me a playful smirk while pulling out the swivel chair I was also holding its backrest. I was flustered and at the same time confident in teasing back while raising my eyebrow. I shook my head funnily before turning my back to organize portfolios in every place of the conference table.

I observed the businessmen who are busy exchanging conversations for the meeting that will transpire today. The most things that I heard is the company’s new launching project and the names of the chairman and the vice chairman. While talking to the representative to prepare him for her presentation, I accidentally glided my eyes to the direction of Mr. Ford Montenegro who is playing his jaw with the middle of his thumb and index finger. It seems like he had been watching me, so I furrowed my eyebrows, giving him a gaze that would ask him why he is staring at me. He just shook his head, cleared hi