I almost squeaked out loud when I woke up. I was laying down with Dante on the couch.

We must've fallen asleep while talking last night. I thought.

I was laying down on my side, but not on the couch, I was partially on Dante. He had an arm around my waist and mine around his torso.

Wanting to get up, I slowly tried getting up, twisting and turning around.

"Stop that, would you ?" Dante groaned.

He looked at the position we were in and gave me a hesitant smile. I didn't miss to see the pink tint on his cheeks.

Aww.... someone's blushing.....

"Oh ! Forgive me, Your Majesty. Could you move your - " I was interrupted by a pillow being thrown on my face.

He did not just do what I think he did ! A pillow fight, really ?

A smirk was plastered onto his face, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Oh, it's on like Donkey Kong !

Pushing myself up, I sat on the couch, properly. In the process, I might have pushed Dante out of the couch....

Payback.....Oops ?

He sat up from the floor and rubbed his head. "That hurt." He pouted.

"It was meant to. Well, see ya later !" I say, getting up from the couch and walked up to my room.

Since I was now a working woman, I had to wake up early, dress up, go to work, come back, shower, and do work again.

Don't get me wrong, I love the job I have...but I'm just lazy...

I looked at the watch. 8:00 am. How did I wake up on time ?

I swear, sometimes I feel like I have a built-in alarm clock in my head. There are even days where I wake up five minutes before the alarm clock is set to ring.

I got into the bathroom, did my business and had a shower. Going into the closet, I picked out an outfit.

I chose a white cropped oversized sweater and paired it with high waisted black and white plaid pants.

Lazy to do my hair, I tied it into a low bun and pulled out a few strands in the front, to make it look that I actually tried.

For makeup, well, the bruise was now completely healed so concealer wasn't needed. After I applied a moisturizer to my face and a little lip gloss to my lips, I was ready to leave the house.

Taking my purse and keys, I said 'Bye' to Dante and left. Since he was his own boss, he always prefered to leave by 10:00 am.

But since I am not a CEO, I have to make sure that I leave the house by 9:00 am.

Dante offered to drive me to Marc Industries but I declined. I wanted to be independent.

When my job resumed, Dante brought my car from my old apartment so now, I could go wherever I wanted on my own.

Few minutes later, I had reached my destination. I walked in the building and saw Kim sitting at the front desk, secretly trying to stuff a croissant in her mouth.

And let me tell you, she isn't as discreet as she thinks she is.

"Hey !" I greeted, walking towards her. "Someone was running late this morning."

"Mmhhm...." Kim hummed, trying to chew down the food she was eating.

Moments later, she swallowed the bite. "Yeah, I got late. I..um...had work to do. And then I had to...um.. wash the dishes 'cause I didn't clean them before that because I was working. Yeah, that."

Kim and I know each other like the back of our hands.

One of the many things I know about her is that when she lies or is hiding something from me, she gets lost for words and gives an explanation for everything she does.

"Kimana Skylar Diaz !" I whisper- shouted at her. "What are you keeping from me ?"

"Firstly, you know I don't like that name. Don't use it. Secondly, I'm not hiding anything." She denied. "Now, shoo. I have to be nice to people for money."

"Alright, but I will find out. Just you wait...." I said, doing the 'I'm watching you action'.

"Good luck with that !" She says, while I walk away towards the lift and press the button.

When I heard the familiar ding of the elevator, I walked in and pressed the button with the number '13'.

As I did so, a man with a black hoodie and entered the elevator. He looked down at his shoes while walking, his hands in the pockets of the hoodie.

Oh...my....God ! I've seen movies where this happens and then the girl gets kidnapped, or worse, she dies.

What of that happens to me ? Nah...it won't. If the dude comes even a foot close to me, I'm gonna whoop his ass.

Just when I thought the elevator door was about to close, I saw Isabelle, Liam's assistant walk in. Then the door closed.

"Hey, girl ! Long time, no see." She remarks, pressing the button with '15' on it.

Isabelle and I always got along. We weren't best friends as such, but I liked her company. She always has a bubbly smile on her face.

"Hellloooo.......yeah, Liam had given me short break because of the software I had created for Romano Industries." I yelled back, not caring that there is probably a serial killer in here.

Look, I'm not someone to judge a person by their looks...but he gives me bad vibes.

Plus, if he was actually working here, we wouldn't be wearing a hoodie.

"Ah....okie." She said.

The female AI voice in the elevator said,"Floor 13."

Well, time for me to go. But, I didn't want Isabelle to be alone with that dude.

"Come on, Isabelle. I have to show you something in my office." I told her, widening my eyes a little and slightly pointing to the hoodie man with my eyes.

She understood what I had meant and said, "Yeah, sure."

After we walked out of the lift, I went towards my office along with Isabelle. Closing the door behind me, I breathe out in relief.

"What was that about, Azalea ? Is something wrong ?" She asked worriedly.

"Uh...nothing..." I said, playing work my fingers.

"Look, I don't know what you're going through, but I'm here for you. All of us are. Me, Kim, Liam, everybody."

I nodded and she gave me a quick hug and walked out.

I sighed and turned around to my desk, placing my purse on the desk.

When I opened the laptop kept on my desk, I saw a piece of paper stuck with a piece of tape with the words :

I'm watching you, Azalea. I hope you enjoy the next 24 hours....

Sincerely, your 'admirer'.

Heh ? Watching me ?

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