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Say hi to grans and granpa!

Sometimes, life put you in situations where you have no idea how to get out of it. Like, you are stuck in a messy puddle and don't know how to get out, or when you find that your boyfriend has been cheating on you past two years, can you relate?

My condition was similar, not that I had any boyfriend trouble or I was stuck in mud, but I was stuck between if's. If's are something that irritate you more than anything else, like what if I wear the orange dress to the party, would it look too orangy? What if my parents would find out about my boyfriend? What if some creep would decide to buy the house next door? What if after eating this last slice of cake, I will get fat and will never be get skinny again? It's like we are stuck in a puzzle of what if's and there is only one way to get out, but it's too puzzly to figure out the actual way and then, you make a wrong decision.

Last night was all about twists and turns. I was not able to sleep for more than two hours because the nightmare of morning was threatening me. Mr. Steele didn't let me quit the job and now, I was stuck in a situation where I didn't know what to do with Sam. Sometimes, these kind of situations makes me feel if I made the right decision three years back by adopting Sam. I was naive back then and just adopted him because of my love for children. Never once had I thought about getting a job and living seperately.

Neither did I think about being the PA of Mr. Steele, but here I was.

Sometimes, life don't give you any options, it's either you take that opportunity which is right in front of you, or leave it. There's no in between. Right now, I had two options, to take Sam with me to the office atleast for today or leave him alone in this huge house for seven hours and just hope that he is okay, but the latter was much more unacceptable.

Because taking him along with me to work was a huge NO. Mr. Steele would literally kill me with his daggers also known as eyes.

Sitting beside Sam on his bed and thinking whether or not to wake this little munchkin from his slumber was the toughest decision right now to make. It was eight in the morning and if I want to reach the office on time, I had to wake him up. My heart, mind and the whole body was screaming not to wake him up, but I was left with no other options. These were the times where I wondered— was I actually a doing a good job as a mother?

Just as I was about to wake him, I heard the door bell ring. Must be Matt and another one of his ghostly dreams. Having that thought in my mind, I walked towards the door and open the door, making sure to make a good laugh about Matt's dream, but my eyes widened in shock and my mouth dropped open. Soon, realisation hit me and lines of happiness came across my face. I jumped and twirled and hugged the daylights off my mother.

There she was, standing with a wide grin on her face, on my doorstep.

"Don't act so shocked, you are not dreaming."

"Not like I am not happy to see you here, but how?" I asked, trying to recall if she has ever mentioned about her on our last conversation, but my mind was all blank.

"Your father and I were missing you and that little demon, so we decided to move here."

"Plus, the scope of earning is pretty good in my profession here." Dad piped in.

My whole body froze for a second or two and I squealed in happiness after the whole moving thing processed in my mind.

"For real?"

"For real."

I was happy, because my parents decided to move here, but I was more than happy because now, I will be able to go for work and won't have to worry about Sam. Ofcourse, it's going to be a tough task convincing Sam about staying with his grandparents, but Sam was a clever boy. It's not that he doesn't like them, he loves to spend time with them, but with me around.

As I said, he is a mumma's boy.

"Where is dad?" I asked, not finding him all of a sudden.

"He is taking all the stuff from the car to the room. Did I inform you that we are living in this building, but on the third floor?"

"You are going to give me a heart attack mom with all these surprises."

She smiled at me and after hugging me for the last time, she went to her room. I told her about my job and Sam and she was more than happy to babysit him.

After waking up Sam and giving him a nice bubble bath, I requested him to stay with grans and granpa for today and he obliged, obviously after throwing a little tantrum.

Currently, it was quarter to nine and I was standing outside the Steele's Company. I hurried my steps and went inside the elevator pressing the top floor button. After getting out of the elevator, I headed straight towards the room where the meeting was going to be held. There was no one else other than me in the room as I was five minutes early. I kept a small bottle of water on each table and quickly examined everything.

It was going to be my first meeting and I didn't want to mess anything up or make Mr. Steele angry. After making sure that everything was on it's place, I took out my pen and papers. Just as I place it on my desk, the door flew opened and Mr. Steele entered the room with his don't mess with me aura. His eyes landed on me and I could see the colour of his eyes going a shade darker. I know that look.

Or must be my imagination.

Because I wasn't wearing anything too revealing. I was wearing a lime green blouse and black pencil skirt with black matching heels. All in all, I looked professional and not lustful.

A minute or two later, five men entered the room. Two of them looked in their late forties and the other two looked like in their late thirties, but there was this one guy who looked young, not 'Oh my god, he is only seventeen' kind of young, but the youngest of them. He looked not more than twenty three. He had black eyes, black hair and a muscular body. Not as muscular as Matt or Mr. Steele, but appreciable muscular.

The way all of them were looking at me, made me feel that I should bury myself six feet under. I know those looks and I know that it's better to stay away from them as much as possible because they were nothing but trouble.

Mr. Steele cleared his throat and I don't know why, but he seemed angry. Anger was clearly evident on his face. The young guy was coming towards me, to introduce himself, but he didn't get the chance as Mr. Steele told everyone to take their seats and started the meeting. I could feel his burning gaze on me the entire time, but I ignored it.

The meeting lasted for about an hour and a half and I tried to record all the important details, trying not to squirm under his intense gaze. After the meeting got over, the young guy, whose name I came to know is Mr. Jackson came to me and spoke.

"Hello."

"Hi." I spoke, shyly.

"I didn't get to introduce myself before. I am Pete Jackson." He said, kissing on the back of my hand. A small blush quickly formed on my face.

"Sienna Collins. Mr. Steele's assistant." He gave me a smile and I smiled back. Before he could say anything else, I heard Mr. Steele's voice booming through the office.

"Alright everyone! The meeting is over and now you all may leave. Thank you." His voice held so much power and anger, that within the next ten seconds, the room was vacant leaving me alone with Mr. Steele.

"Come to my office. Now!" He spoke angrily and went out of the room. I stood there for good five minutes thinking what I did wrong. After standing there for five minutes like a fool, I remembered Mr. Steele's word and I hurried towards his room.

The walk to Mr. Steele's office was scary. To say that I was nervous would be an understatement of the century. He made me nervous in all the ways possible to mankind. Even his stare would made me nervous. After taking a deep breath, I gave a slight knock on his door. He mumbled a quiet 'come in' and I opened the door.

He was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to walk by his desk and wait for him. Just as I reached the desk, I felt a presence behind me. He was standing too close, I could sense it. I could feel the heat igniting through his body.

I turned around to meet with the familiar dark blue orbs and I regretted my decision instantly. His eyes were so captivating and I found it hard not to get lost in them.

"C- Can you move b- back a little?" My words made him smirk and if it's even possible, he came closer.

Why do I always have to stuck between him and the desk?!

"Why? Am I making you nervous?"

"No." I lied. Ofcourse, he was making me nervous. His eyes had the power to hold a person on his place and that's what his eyes were doing to me.

"Really?" He asked, putting his hands on my waist and pulling me closer towards him. On instinct, I put my hands on his chest. I didn't like it. I didn't like the way my body was responding to his touches.

"T- This is un- unprofessional." I choked out the words, but I wish I couldn't have. He brought his face closer, so close that I could feel his minty breath on my lips. My lips parted accordingly in shock.

"Oh, is it?" He said, mockingly.

Oh god! What have I gotten myself into?

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Tadaa! The new chapter is here. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Sorry for updating so late. I was really busy with my uni assignments and internal exams. I would try to update as quickly as I can.

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