I think he is in love with me.

Chapter 4

As I walked into the skyscraper, the first person I saw was the receptionist. She asked me who I’m looking for, and I told her that I have an appointment with Mr. Adrian Charles Montgomery.

So she called his office number and informed him that someone is downstairs for an appointment with him.

“Do I let her up Sir?” she asks him over the phone.

“Yes, let her take the lift so she doesn’t stress herself,” comes the reply.

The receptionist, with a professional smile, points me towards the lift.

"Take this to the Executive Suite," she instructs, her voice echoing slightly in the vast, marble-clad lobby. "Mr. Montgomery's office is on the top floor."

And so, as I step into the lift, I'm immediately enveloped by a sense of grandeur. The interior is a blend of polished steel and glass, reflecting the soft, warm light from the ceiling. The doors close behind me with a soft, reassuring thud, and I press the button for the Executive Suite.

As the lift ascends, I can't help but marvel at the view unfolding before me. Through the glass walls of the lift, the cityscape stretches out in all directions - a sprawling tapestry of lights, buildings, and life. Skyscrapers pierce the sky, their lights twinkling like stars against the twilight. Cars move like tiny, luminescent beetles on the roads below, their headlights casting long, dancing shadows.

I feel a sense of awe as I watch the city shrink beneath me, the buildings becoming smaller and smaller until they resemble a child's playset. The higher I go, the more breathtaking the view becomes. It's a sight to behold, a testament to human ingenuity and ambition.

Finally, the lift slows and comes to a gentle stop. The doors open to reveal a large, elegantly furnished office suite. I step out onto the plush, carpeted floor, taking a moment to compose myself. The receptionist's words echo in my mind, "Mr. Montgomery's office is on the top floor."

I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the crisp, conditioned air. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I pause for a moment, gathering my thoughts, before I approach the large, mahogany door bearing the nameplate: Adrian Charles Montgomery, CEO.

With one last deep breath, I raised my hand and knocked.

"Come in," a deep, resonant voice echoed from inside the room. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. To my surprise, I found Mr. Montgomery in the midst of buttoning his shirt.

He had only managed to fasten a few buttons, leaving the rest of his shirt open. I couldn't help but notice the sight; it was unexpected and somewhat disconcerting.

"Please, have a seat," he said, gesturing towards a plush chair in front of his desk. As I moved to sit down, I noticed him hurriedly stuffing a stack of magazines into a drawer. The covers flashed briefly before my eyes, revealing shocking images that made me swallow hard. I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises this meeting had in store.

Mr. Montgomery's behavior was far from what I had expected in such a professional setting. However, I decided not to let it ruffle me. I took a seat, crossed my legs, and waited for him to initiate the conversation.

Despite the unusual start, I was determined to keep this meeting focused on business. After all, I was here for a purpose, and I wasn't going to let anything distract me from it.

As I sat there, waiting for him to start the conversation, I noticed his gaze drifting towards my crossed legs. His mouth hung slightly open, and he seemed to be lost in thought. It was an uncomfortable moment, and I quickly uncrossed my legs, pulling my skirt down a bit.

Clearing my throat, I decided to take the initiative. "Sir, you mentioned that you liked my designs," I began, trying to steer the conversation back to a professional tone. "I did some research on you, and it turns out, you're quite an artist yourself."

His eyes widened slightly, "Oh really? You've looked me up? And what did you find?"

"Well," I continued, "I found that you used to paint a few years back."

"Yes, it's true," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "I used to paint. I loved the feel of the brush in my hand, the way the colors blended on the canvas. It was a passion, a release. But then, life happened. My father's expectations, the pressure of running a billion-dollar company, it all got in the way. He didn't want his investment to flop, so I had to put my passion aside and focus on the business. That's why I had to abandon my art career."

He paused, his gaze distant. "But I didn't entirely abandon it. I still find ways to keep that part of me alive. Like hosting that art showcase where we met. It's not the same as painting, but it's something."

His gaze softened as he looked at me, his eyes warm and sincere. "I was drawn to you because of your beauty, your works, everything about you is wonderful. The ultimate creator above the sky made you just perfect."

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks at his words. "Aww, really?" I managed to stammer out, taken aback by his compliment.

Seeing my blush, Adrian continued with his praises. "Your eyes," he said, his voice soft, "they're so beautiful. I can see the creativity in them. It's like looking into a universe of ideas, a galaxy of possibilities. And your smile, it's like that of a goddess, so charming. It lights up your face, makes you even more beautiful. It's captivating." His words, sincere and heartfelt, made me blush even more.

I could feel my cheeks growing warmer as he went on, "I must say, you are supernatural."

"Supernatural?" I asked, taken aback by his choice of words.

"Yes," he replied, "because your type on this earth is rare."

His words left me speechless. I could feel a blush creeping up my neck, and I instinctively reached up to touch the back of my neck, trying to cool the heat that was spreading across my skin. It was clear that this meeting was going to be anything but ordinary.