12: FAMOUS?

FAMOUS?

"Famous? I have no idea, and I am not interested to be known," she smirked. Felt mocked. 'Was he trying my patience?'0

'Grrr! Why is he toying me? Ugh! I don't like this jerk..." Clifford's right brow rose on her annoyed remark.

Upon sensing the conflict between the two, Mr. Clint cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, I think we must resume our meeting the next day. I think the three of us should talk first."

"I bet you all should," and all of them laughed.

"You're lucky to have Ingrid here, Clint," a middle-aged man commented. "and hey! Mind you, they looked good together." the man tapped Clint Briggs' shoulder.

On the other hand, Ingrid did not react to any of the teasings, but she just looked at them with a poker face. One by one, those who were present went out.

"Cliff, Ingrid both of you sit here." Cliff went walked directly to his father and sat on the right settee while Ingrid remained standing.

"What are you still standing there, miss?" Cliff said coldly.

"I believe there is nothing we should talk about, sir."

"I think there is. Just sit in front of Cliff." Ingrid falteringly obeyed him and walked towards them but still indecisive about sitting in front of the man.

For the first time, she was confused as to why she has this kind of dubious feeling if the man is around? She furrowed her brows upon contemplating what is wrong with her. So not to complicate her emotions even more, she sat opposite her boss.

This is the first time that she was disobedient in front of the CEO, and all because of his son and the furious feeling is raging in her at the thought of him.

Silently, Clifford just observed her. From the furrowing of her brows to the reddening of her face that his curiosity to know as to what she was thinking right now increased. He was wondering whether she is thinking anything or planning to get even with him.

'this woman is fascinating. She seems to have a thick wall of defences and I would love to tear those and to see what's inside.' He mused while touching his lips.

"Ingrid, I want you to hear it directly from me and no one else. Starting next month, Clifford will be the new CEO in this company. It is also my great desire, if it's not too much to ask, that you and my son could work together harmoniously. And Ingrid, please, assist my son in the first six months of managing this company." He said gently with pleading eyes.

"But of course, sir." She abruptly said, but her mind is saying otherwise. 'Me????' she screamed silently.

"At the end of this month, we will be holding a grand party for Cliff and all the employees are invited. You could also bring your date that night, dear." He smiled, and she blushed and nodded.

'hahaha are you kidding me, sir? You knew I don't have one.' she thought silently.

"And you Clifford –"

"hmm no date for me, I already told you and mom, either I go there without a date or I won't." He said firmly. His father sighed,

"Alright, alright!" his father dismissed.

"And by the way, Ingrid, this is the invitation." The old man handed her the card, she stared and it and casually smelled the invitation, and it smelled nice.

"Thank you, sir. If there is nothing else, I would like to go to my office." The old man nodded. "If you'll excuse me, Mr. Clint, Mr. Clifford." And she stood up and hurriedly fled the room.

When she reached her office, she immediately drinks a glass of water.

'What is wrong with me? Why am I so affected by him? And next month? I gotta be ready facing him always. I should not let my guards down.'

...

MEANTIME, at the preschool...

"Did you asked your mom, already, Clark?" Tristan asked while they were on their break time, and his voice is full of excitement.

"Yeah, and she said yes. How will we sneak at your uncle's office? Will you bring your mom?" Clark answered.

"Yep. Mom's now working there, so we have the excuse to sneak around,"

"Yiiipppeee!"

"Teacher Mei, I heard Clark and Tristan are planning something." Sarah, their classmate, announce it to their teacher. Then both Clark and Tristan glared at their classmate, and she runaway.

"Clark, Tristan what are you up to again?" the teacher inquired.

"Teacher, we're not planning anything, Sarah's just making things up." And they kept on glaring at her.

"Clark, let's be alert and discreet if Sarah's near us, we could not trust her." the boy nodded and still keep on glaring at Sarah.

"When do we plan to go to your uncle's office?" Clark asks but almost in a whisper.

"I'll ask first my mom, what time and day my uncle will be in the office."

"Okay, I will. Sarah's coming... Sshh" They continued drawing while they noticed that Sarah is heading in their direction again.

"Hmmp!" she rolled her eyes when she realized that they caught her spying on them again.

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