Chapter 18

Ava's pov

The rest of the week was uneventful. It was the usual routine in the office.

I meet Damien a few times when he would come for business meetings.

I have yet to see his place of work.

Currently it's Friday. Everyone is getting ready for the weekend.

Mr. Morgan informed me on Tuesday that we will be going shopping for food for games night on Saturday.

I've already organized where it's going to be, and I did a poll on what games people wanted.

I also ensured that I look through everyone's medical report to familiar myself with their allergies.

When I met Damien on Tuesday, I told him about games night and shopping for snacks.

He seemed happy to join in. He said 'it will be a good way to unwind and take his mind of work'

I am currently sending a few emails before it's time to go shopping.

Mr. Morgan informed me earlier that he wanted us to go shopping at one pm.

Which I wasn't particularly happy about because it was our lunchtime.

It's currently twelve thirty-five, which gives me at least twenty-five minutes to have something to eat while I send emails to important business partners.

Five minutes has gone by when I heard a knock on my door.

I made sure to finish what I was eating before saying' come in'

The door opened revealing me Morgan in his well-tailored black suit.

'Are you ready to leave' he asked still standing by the door.

I looked at the time seeing there was twenty minutes left to the time that was agreed.

I closed my laptop and got up, wondering why I thought one o'clock was the time that we were going to be making our way out of the building.

Mr. Morgan is an extremely organized man. Always be prepared for an earlier time than the time he said.

He loves being more than prepared no matter what the situation is and I have grown accustomed to that since working for him

It makes me wonder if he ever lets his hair down or has ever been spontaneous.

'Yes sir' was my response as I got up from my desk.

He held the door open for me. I nervously walked out and walked for him to close the door after himself.

Once it was closed, I locked it with my key.

We walked towards the floor lobby where Susan was.

I told her previously about our little shopping date.

She looked over at us and said: have fun, make sure to get some Fanta.

Was her farewell to us before we walked towards the elevator. We both walked in and I pressed the button to the ground floor.

Once we got to the ground floor people immediately walked to speak to Mr. Morgan.

He dismissed them by stating he was extremely busy, and he would attend to them later.

Once we were outside. I spotted Damien in his car in the company's car park.

I could not contain my happiness. I walked over as quick as I could to where he was parked.

I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him with all my strength.

He chuckled ' I missed you too'

I was brought back to my senses by the clearing of somebody's throat. I turned around to see Mr. Morgan staring at us inquisitively.

'Hey, how are you' Damien was the first to speak, while reaching his hand out.

'I'm well and yourself' Mr. Morgan reached his hand out to Damien.

'I'm doing good also'

'We are all here, the only person left is Miranda' I exclaimed filling the sudden silence.

'She informed me she was going to meet us at the café after we are done shopping' Mr. Morgan replied

Typical Miranda, what did I expect of course she wouldn't want to join us. Shopping is probably an extensive amount of work to her.

I wonder if she's ever done anything that does not benefit her.

I haven't had much encounters with her but the little I've had and what I've heard, she is something else.

Never down to Earth, always walks as if she owns the world.

I don't mean to be judgmental, but I really don't see what Mr. Morgan sees in her. She's a hand full and seems to only be with him for what she can gain.

Her type are does I try to stay away from. I really don't want to deal with her kind. They always seem to get their way.

It's a shame I must cross path with her, Aiden really does deserve better.

Wait...did I just call Mr. Morgan by his first name? That's a first.

'Ava, what are you thinking so hard about' Damien asked bringing me back to reality.

'Ahh... I was wondering what snacks we should get... that would be of everyone's taste' I lied regretting it as soon as it came out, but I simply couldn't tell the truth.

'Are we driving there or walking' I asked changing the subject.

'Walking would be fine since the shops are close by' Mr. Morgan advices

Since he's right I did not object, not like I would have anyway.

Damien got out of this car and we made our way towards the direction of the shops.

'What about over there'

I looked over to where Damien was pointing to see a sweet shop called 'Candyland'

It's a shop I walk by every day on my way to work but never actually went in.

'Sounds good let's go' Mr. Morgan authorized.

We crossed the road to get to the shop. Once we were in an old lady who I'm guessing was the owner of the shop.

Made a squealing sound. She had one hand over her mouth as she is staring at Mr. Morgan.

It was as if she witnessed something profound. She walked over us, more specifically Mr. Morgan.

She came close to him, grabbing his hand completely disregarding personal space.

'I am so honored that you would enter into my shop. Please feel free to stay for as long as you want, and I will be of great assistance to you' she exclaimed truly pouring her heart out.

She still held his hand while looking up at him with the biggest smile she could muster.

She looked so eager to be of use. I was surprised at how well Mr. Morgan held his composer. He stood there unbothered by the sudden action while still showing some respect.

He drew her attention towards us 'this is my colleague Damien and my assistant Ava'

I extended my hand towards her. She looked at it but did not attempt to shake it.

I took that as my cue to return my hand back to my side.

I probably looked flushed from her not reciprocating the handshake.

'We would like to look around the shop now' Damien spoke suddenly.

'The sooner we get out of here the better' he said this time mutter.

I could not agree more, the owner's lack of greeting to the both of us was unsolicited.

We all walked over one of the sweet isles. There was so much sweets in the shop. There was an isle for each continent in the world.

We first started with the north American sweets. Any sweet you could think of was there, we were certainly spoiled for choice. the pack of jolly rancher caught my eye and if anyone knows anything about me, they know I can't live without them.

We picked up more sweets from the section and headed to the next section. Our next isle is European sweets.

There was a few I wasn't familiar with we made sure to pick a variety because there were multinationals that worked for Mr. Morgan and we wanted them to get a taste of their origins, we also went to the Asian section and well as the African.

I picked up a minty looking black and white sweet called 'Tom Tom' I looked at the back to see what African country it was from, Nigeria it read, I placed it in the basket the shop owner was holding.

While we were picking sweets, she made it her mission to query Mr. Morgan. By the look on Mr. Morgan's face he had had enough but had to keep his composer to avoid any outbursts.

It was clear that the old lady was extremely nosy and wanted to get information from Mr. Morgan to perhaps sell kit to the tabloids or gossip within her circle.

She did not pay any mind to Damien and I; she had her eyes set on Mr. Morgan. When I asked her about any of the sweets and when they were from, she should ignore me completely as if I wasn't in the room.

It was as if Mr. Morgan had had enough because he voiced at that he believed there was enough sweets, even though we didn't go to the rest of the sections.

Knowing exactly why he spoke out. I did not speak up. Her paid and before he could leave the owner asked for a picture which Mr. Morgan declined politely saying he was in a rush.

I'm surprised she asked instead of just going ahead and taking it, she seems like the type to do so.

We walked out and took a few steps when I heard 'thank God, that woman was something else' Damien exclaimed in a frustrated manner that matched mine.

'She really was, she did not give me a chance to believe' Mr. Morgan said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. I could tell he was not happy with what he just went through.

'I get that type of behavior all the time, but I can never get used to it' Mr. Morgan continued.

I can understand his frustration, I look personal space and having time for myself. I cannot imagine how it would feel to constantly feel like all eyes is on you or constantly have your personal space invaded by a stranger that thinks they know you.

I do not envy the famous, my alone time and sanity is simply more important.

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Hello everyone, I hope you are keeping well during this quarantine period. I posted this chapter in the hopes of lifting you spirits slightly. Hope you stay safe and tour family too. Follow guidelines by the government. Wash does hands, don't go out unless for food or excise. Stay blessed and as always don't forget to vote, comment, share and follow. I appreciate each and everyone of you. See you in the next chapter!!!