Third person’s point of view.
*Room 0034 – SIN**
Rob leaned forward, he looked into his boss’s eyes as if he’s playing the doctor who’s checking if there’s a problem with the man sitting in front of him.
He sticks out his index finger and slowly waved it in front of Ferguson’s eyes, then sighed in relief when Ferguson’s eyes followed it.
“Are you done?” Ferguson asked.
“Yes, sir”
“And what was that for?”
“I was checking to see if your brain was damaged…” he cut himself off quickly when he saw Ferguson’s offended expression.
He coughed and cleared his throat and let out a nervous laugh, but Ferguson wasn’t having it. His expression remained unchanged, then he (Rob) began explaining himself.
“You were mad after the dinner last night, then you ordered me to bring you here for some beers and ladies, and when I asked if I should contact Miss McCartney instead of some strange girls, you got angry and scolded me for bringing her up…”
Ferguson bowed his head and held his face in his hands as everything that had happened the previous night came crashing on his memory.
He groaned lowly as he felt the sharp ache at the back of his head getting sharper.
“… you also ordered me never to mention her name in front of you, and reminded me that there’s no connection between you two no more”
“F**k” he cried when he couldn’t handle the ache no more. “Are there any Advil around here?” he asked as he massaged his forehead softly, as though that would lessen the ache.
Rob rushed to the small table in the sitting area in the room, he snatched the packet of Advil and bottle of water which he’s laid there earlier, in case he wasn’t in the room when his boss woke up.
Then hurried back.
“Here you go, sir” he said, after opening the water.
He opened the packet of Advil, plucked out two tablets, and handed them to Ferguson. Ferguson swallowed them without wasting time, then handed the water back to Rob -not before taking a few more gulps, though.
Ferguson looked around as though he’s looking for something, then frowned when he didn’t see what he was looking for.
“Did you settle the girls, and sent them away?”
“Girls? What girls?” Rob asked, but quickly continued. “You already sent them away last night because you didn’t like none of them, so you only had cigarettes and beers… you drank until you passed out, sir”
Ferguson fell back on the bed, running his through his hair and puffed out some air.
“How many bottles went down the drain?”
“Uh… ” he did some counting with his fingers. “… that should be nineteen bottles, sir”
“What?” he sprang up to a sitting posture. “Nineteen bottles? Do you watch me drink nineteen bottles of beer? Didn’t you realize I could have died?” he narrowed his eyes. “Are you tired of your job? You want to take a break?”
Rob’s eyes widened instantly, and shook his head quickly.
“I tried to stop you, sir, but I couldn’t because you wouldn’t listen to any word I said” he defended him.
Ferguson glared daggers at Rob, it’s obvious he wasn’t impressed with last night’s drama, but he knew he had no one to blame for his excessive drinking but himself.
“What is my schedule for today?”
“Your schedule is empty, sir”
His brows furrowed. “Why?”
Rob shrugged. “You insisted I cleared it last night”
Ferguson inhaled deeply. Last night was crazy -he chided himself mentality.
“Get some clean clothes for me”
“Yes, sir”
••••••••••••••••
Megan’s point of view.
*CEO’s Office – SIN**
A smile played on my face as I watched Mr. Belmont carefully massaging my foot, he was so focused and tender, as though he’s holding a baby’s foot.
He soon stopped, he dropped my leg back on the table, reached for an ice pack and placed it on the swollen area.
“You should stop wearing heels”
“Huh?” I asked dumbly -I didn’t process his words in time because I was so lost staring at him -I couldn’t believe his overnight change.
“You should stop wearing heels” he repeated his words. “It’s easier to sustain leg injuries in them”
“B-but…” I stuttered slightly.
My throat suddenly ran dry, hence my stutter… But why did my throat dry up?
I quickly cleared it softly, then continued my words.
“But wearing of heels makes us look more professional”
He scoffed. “No it doesn’t”
I raised my brows, but he didn’t see it, as his head’s bowed.
“It only endangers your health” he said. “I think flat shoes are most professional, I prefer them to heels”
Does this count as he is telling me his likes and dislikes? Does it also count as he is caring for me?
I felt something bubbling in my stomach at the thought of this.
“Did I made myself clear?”
His question pulled me back, but unfortunately, I don’t know what he asked me.
“What did you say?” I asked.
He raised his head, and glared at me as if he’s tired of repeating himself.
“Bloody hell” I gasped quietly when I felt a sting of pain as he pressed on my injured ankle.
“Are you awake now?”
“Yes”
“Good” he smirked, and I rolled my eyes.
He’s still there, the devil is still there somewhere. I thought he’s changed, but I’m just kidding myself… he is just pretending.
“I said, I would rather not see you on heels from today onwards” he said sternly, leaving no room for arguments…not that I want to argue anyway since what he said is in my favor.
He let go of my injured leg, and took off my other heel, then got up.
“You can go now”
“Thank you, sir”
He simply nodded, then went back to his chair. “Don’t run around when you get back to your office, I’ll bother Mike if I need anything”
I laughed inwardly, perks of being injured.
“Thank you, sir” I thanked him.
I made to pick my heels, but I stopped myself when I heard him clearing his throat. I looked towards his direction, and he was glaring at the shoes as if he’s accusing them of an offense.
“I’ll take my leave, Mr. Belmont” I said, and rushed out before I would do something that would offend him.
This change is weird and suspicious, but I will enjoy it while it lasts.