I thank the Uber driver as I get out of the car and he smiles at me before looking back at the road. I close the door and the car drives off.

My father wanted to send a driver to come get me but I declined his offer, I always do. I like using cabs and Ubers.

I walk into the company building while I greet the two security guards that stand outside the doors. They greet me by using my last name, not even smiling a bit while they spoke.

These people are too serious.

A few of the employees walking around wave at me and I do the same. I've been here so many times that everyone that works for my father knows who I am.

His employees are really nice and I like them, well some of them.

The receptionist looks up from her computer and smiles – a forced, fake smile. Her deep purple lipstick is smudged onto her teeth and I'm going to be petty and not tell her.

"Hello, Miss Manson," she greets so formally and I smile up at her, trying my best to not call her out for being so fake.

She has never liked me and I know of the things she says about me when I'm not here. There are people who actually like me in this building and she's unfortunately part of the handful that don't.

"You're father is waiting in his office," she informs me and I nod before walking to my father's private elevator. "Bitch," I hear her scoff and I decide to not say anything about it, for today.

I place my hand on the palm scanner and it glows green a few seconds later. The elevator doors open and I step inside the metal box. The silver doors close and the elevator dings as I press the button for the top floor.

The elevator rocks a bit as it ascends to my father's office. This elevator leads straight into his office so I can never surprise him, unless I take the normal elevator and walk through the door.

The elevator chimes and the silver doors slide open. I step into my father's office and he looks up from his work, a tired smile on his slightly wrinkled face.

My father isn't that old but he surely acts like he is in his sixties. His wrinkles are from all of the late nights he spends at work. This man works as if he is going broke, but he's far from it.

"Pumpkin, how's my little cinnamon bun?" He asks, his smile widening as he speaks.

These cringe, yet cute, nicknames he has for me is something he never misses to say whenever I come to see him. When he adopted me, he started to call me his little cinnamon bun, mostly because of my dark complexion.

I smile at my old man as I drag one of the chairs from the other side of the desk to his side. I've always liked sitting behind his desk with him, it makes feel in charge and in power.

He stands up and I throw my arms around his body. We don't usually do the whole daughter-father hug thing but I haven't seen him in forever so today is an exception."Hey dad, I'm good," I whisper into his chest.

We let go of each other and sit down in our chairs. I look around his messy desk, a bunch of papers and pens scattered everywhere. "Have you been working for long hours, again?" I ask with an arched brow, slightly disappointed in him.

He slowly shakes his head but from the multiple coffee mugs on the desk I know he's been here the whole night, maybe even longer. "You're a bad liar," I state and he chuckles while shaking his head.

"Sorry pumpkin, but you know I love my work and I just want everything to go smoothly," he gives me the same reason he gives me whenever I question his unnecessarily long work hours.

My father has good employees and they are good at their jobs, but he still insists on working like this company is dying.

"I know but you should get some rest, I don't like seeing you like this," I say sternly and he slowly nods, his eyes on one of the papers in front of us.

He didn't even hear a thing I just said to him. Even though he isn't my birth father, I can still say I know where I got my stubbornness and ignorance from.

"Anyway," he snaps out of his trance and looks at me with a smile. "Anyway, I want to ask you something very important."

"If you want me to move back in th–"

"Not even pumpkin. Your mother treats you like you aren't my daughter so I'm not going to put you through that, again," he explains as his eyes lower to the papers on his desk.

"Then what's wrong?"

"I want you to meet someone," he says with a slight grin and I roll my eyes. "I promise he's nice," he quickly says as he notices my change in moods.

He picks his phone up and presses some of the buttons. "Please tell him to come in," he says into the phone before placing it back in place.

The door to his office opens a few seconds later and I blankly stare at it as it opens.

A tall man – he's not really that tall – walks in with a smirk on his face. I can already feel his prideful demeanour and his annoying confidence tadiatiing off his body from where I'm sitting.

I don't like him, and his looks are not going to make up for his cocky energy.

His blue eyes dart to mine and the cocky smirk morphs into a smile – it's not such a bad smile though. "Mister Manson," he says to my father in a respectful tone but he's eyes are still on me.

His dirty blonde hair is slicked back out of his face, a few stubborn strands sticking out at the top of his head.

I bet this guy is in his late twenties or even early thirties. I don't like my father pairing me up with someone older, they might expect too much from me.

Just hear your father out about this guy.

I don't know...

Wait and see.

"Cameron," my father says as he gets up from his chair. He leans forward over the large, wooden desk and holds his hand out to this Cameron character.

The man smiles widely as he firmly shakes my father's hand. "Meet my daughter." My father indicates to me with the widest smile on his face and I stay seated, not really interested in this man.

"Nyx, you look more beautiful in person," Cameorn compliments and I pout. I'm not impressed by his small attempt to get a blushing smile out of me.

"And you, have nice eyes," I slowly mumble so the words come out hoarse and mangled. I'm not trying to impress him so the faster he loses interest, the better.

"Cameron here," my father chimes while pointing to the man in front of me. I narrow my eye at him and he keeps the cocky smile on his face. "He wants to take you out for lunch," my father says with a smile and I internally roll my eyes.

I sigh as I get up from my chair. I slowly walk around the desk with a fake smile plastered across my face. "Nice to meet you, Cameron," I say while holding my hand out to him. He shakes my hand, firmly.

Who doesn't like a guy with a good handshake though?

Shut up.

Girl you've been single for–

Shush.

Whatever man.

"I'll bring her back a bit later, Mister Manson," he chuckles while looking over my shoulder to my father.

"Sure thing," my father replies in a giddy tone.

Cameron does not let go of my hand as he pulls me towards the door. "Let's use the elevator," I suggest but I don't give the chance to reply as I drag him over to my father's elevator.

I place my hand on the palm scanner and it glows green a few seconds later. The silver doors slide to the sides and we step inside. I wiggle my hand out of his hold and wave goodbye at my father.

"Have fun pumpkin!" He grins as he waves goodbye to me and the elevator doors close on him.

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Thanks for reading guys!

Do you think Cameron and Nyx will work out?

I kind of like them...

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