1. Ginger hair

Dean's POV:

Damn I shouldn't have gotten that wasted last night, knowing I'll be in a meeting with my dad in less than two hours.

Groaning, I turn to switch my alarm clock off and drag myself underneath the shower. Usually, I don't mind getting up early in the morning, but I guess I had a few too many glasses of whiskey last night. If it hadn't been for my best mate Tyler's 25th birthday, I would have kept myself under control.

Well be it, now I need to get through the day with a pounding head, which will probably double up as soon as I get into that meeting with my dad, fuck. Trust my friends to make sure I lose control for once, telling me to ease up. That's what I get from it.

Not to mess up my pants and white button up shirt, I decide to have breakfast before getting dressed. Knowing I've screwed my training plan a bit this week with the burgers and and drinks last night, I decide to choose a decent nutrition this morning a bowl of porridge, with mixed fruit and some nuts. After work I'm definitely going to hit the gym tonight.

Sipping down my coffee, my phone vibrates in front of me. Without even looking I know it's my dad or my secretary.

Dad: Don't forget the meeting it's important! And don't be late!

Since when have I ever missed a meeting or been too late? I have no idea why he even reminds me of this shit. I've been leading half of that god damn company for nearly two years now. Before he gives me a call I quickly decide to respond, don't need to hear his voice at 6:30 in the morning.

Me: I'll be there as always!

I grew up in this company, even during highschool I was already working into my position. As soon as I left college my name was signed up on the company and I was already working out my own new branches. Even if my dad and I share the same building, it's more like cooperating than leading one company. He has his sections and I have mine, which I mostly even emerged myself.

I hurry up to get into my grey dress pants, white button up shirt and dark red tie. As I know my tatts show off a little under the white shirt I add my tailored slim fitted matching jacket, to cover it up. My dad wouldn't appreciate them showing during a meeting with the whole headboard even if those suckers work under me.

Shortly, I wonder about taking another coffee for during my ride to work, but no way am I risking spilling some coffee in my Porsche. Threading through the traffic of London is terrible, and with my head already being at edge, it's not exactly helping, and I'm not known to be the most patient person.

I bib my horn full of anger as a fucking red Mustang cuts my line to thread in in front of me, causing me to get the next red traffic lights. Even if I still have plenty of time left, people like that piss me off.

Entering my park deck at our main tower, I can't believe my eyes. That fucking red Mustang has just entered my parking lot. Not cutting off the engine, I tear my door open and walk in a fast pace over to the idiot who has just taken my parking lot. The door opens, and to my surprise, the idiot is a young woman who is about to step out of the car.

"Hey bad enough you don't know how to drive your car decently, but this is my fucking parking lot, so move." My voice is stern and definitely letting her know how pissed off I am right now.

Her head bops up, and for a short second, I can see a confused look on her face until her eyes dart over to my car.

She straightens her back as she stands in front of me. My eyes automatically start scanning her body, but her oversized coat gives nothing away. Nothing that would distract me from her stealing my parking lot anyway.

"Get back into that car and fucking move." I tell her with my full authority lacing my voice, letting her know I am not putting up with this shit.

Her face turns into a cocky smirk as she answers. "Hey, first of all I didn't see any sign up, on this parking lot, saying that it belongs to someone. And secondly look who's talking about driving decently. You drive a fucking Porsche, don't drive it like an old grannys car. That poor thing needs to be treated right. I knew exactly what I was doing. Or do you see any damage on any of our cars?"

Did she just say I'm driving like an old granny? She can't have seriously just said that.

"There's no damage because I slammed the breaks and know how to drive. And there doesn't have to be a fucking sign on that parking lot, as everyone here knows who I am and that it's mine."

I can't believe I am arguing with this obviously spoiled brat over a parking lot. Daddy probably bought her the car for her birthday or something, and she is used to getting whatever she wants with bashing her eyelashes. Not with me.

"Well as long as there's no sign up, I don't fucking care. There's a parking lot free only three cars further guess your smart spoiled ass can take those ten steps further."

While my blood is boiling at the audicity of this bitch, she simply turns around to walk away. No way! I grab hold of her wrist my voice rising.

"Do you have any idea, who the hell you are talking to?"

She doesn't seem fazed at all, instead she swats my hands off, walks on and only turns her head to me while gritting out. "I don't care who the fuck you are, but touch me once more and you'll get to know me. And now I have work waiting for me."

With that she walks away and leaves me panting and seething in anger behind, watching her long ginger coloured ponytail swaying from side to side. Who the hell does she think she is? No one has ever dared to speak up to me like that. Getting back into the car, I can't believe I am retrieving my car and taking it to the free parking lot she refered to.

It's not like it hurt me to walk these ten extra steps. No it's the fact that she took mine and had the audicity to stay put even after I demanded for her to move is what's making me really angry.

Knowing my temper isn't exactly the best, I decide to drop by the coffee machine first before heading to my office to pick up my notebook and all the needed papers for the meeting. As always, Gina is already waiting in front of it, making googly eyes. She seems so damn desperate. If she wasn't such a good secretary, I would have fired her a long time ago.

"You prepared for the meeting, Mr Arlington?" She asks me in her high-pitched voice, giving me even more headache.

"If my dad hasn't changed everything last minute again, then I should be just fine. Just hand me some aspirin, please. Oh, and Gina, please stop with this Mr Arlington shit, I am not my dad. How often do I need to repeat it to you?"

"I'm sorry, Dean, it's just you are... you know..." God, can she please shut up. I cut her stuttering off, and I am nearly sure I saw her almost drooling while saying my name.

"It's fine Gina, just get me that aspirin."

While waiting for her, I see Trish walking down the hall, swaying her hips as soon as she notices me. "Good morning, Dean." She nearly whispers while passing me. Which I know is supposed to sound seductive. She's been trying it ever since I started here. As simple answer I nod and add a "Trish", if I said anymore to her, it would be impossible to get her off my back, and that's the last thing I need before the meeting.

Gina finally hands me two aspirin and a glass of water. Picking up my needed stuff again, I head across the building to our meeting room. Even with being fifteen minutes early, the room is already well filled.

What catches my eye in an instant is the person sitting next to my dad with the back to me, with the long ginger hair tied back neatly into a ponytail. What the hell is she doing here?