I woke up the next morning feeling better and happier. The fact that I had a three husband thousand dollar debt on my neck didn't in any way deduct from my happiness.

I got up from the bed and slipped out of my pajamas before dashing into the refreshing environment of my bathroom. The purple paint on the walls was soothing and refreshing, reminding me of my father's touch.

I took a quick shower and skip washing my hair. I should be able to do that when I return from work. After I was done showering, I stepped into my closet and grabbed a pink knee length skirt that accentuated my curves in a decent way. I topped it with a crisp white top and tucked it in before dashing to the shoe rack at the side.

After a few minutes of thought, I settled for the white pair of flat covers. I needed something free. Done, I headed to the dressing and began to work on my face. Not much was needed there - just some powder, mascara, eye liners, and lip gloss - and I was ready for the go ask my boss for a loan.

Yep! You heard me right.
I couldn't lose my father's only legacy because of my mom's foolishness. I would do anything to keep it. One month was a decent time for an emergency and I would use it wisely.

I grabbed my pink handbag, phone and charger and began to run downstairs. I was almost late and it would take me a full minute to reach the ground. I ran down the stairs to find Maggie at the end of the stairs with a lunch box in hand.

I smile and grab it, giving her a light peck. "Thanks Maggie."

"Run along now! We don't want you to be late. Luke's waiting downstairs!" She yelled, waving me off.

Luke was the driv- sorry, chauffeur. I opened the door to find him standing in front of the black car. It was small but it was better than taking the bus or a cab. Saves me some cash.

"Morning Luke" I mutter as he opens the door for me and I enter.

Luke nods and closes the door before rounding to take his seat. We hit the round immediately, chatting all the way until he pulled up in front of the seventy four storey building that held my office.

SYLVIAN CO., It read in large and bold letters.

I grab my lunch box and handbag and step out. Closing the door with a gentle bang, I ran out and into the building.

It was already seven freaking fifty-nine. I had barely a minute until I was late. I sigh as I hit the top floor button in the elevator. Thankfully, I was the only one in there. Gives me time to pull myself together.

Ding!

The elevator sounded after about three minutes and I stepped out calmly. I walk calmly into my office and collapse on my seat.

From my chair, I could see that my boss was already in his seat and was busy typing away. I leaned on my elbow as I looked at him dreamily through the glass opening on the door.

His black hair had been trimmed. Maybe last night, it wasn't like this yesterday morning. I know you might say I'm crazy, well my boss is cute so I can't help but keep track of his looks.

Anyways, I noticed he wasn't in suit today. Instead of the traditional black suit and tie on a crisp white shirt, he was in a pair of navy blue jeans that I could see from underneath his table and a white tee shirt. In no way did his choice of dress tamper with his natural glory.

If anything, I think it made him look super handsome and less intimidating.

I had gotten lost in staring at my boss until the intercom rang, jolting me back to the present.
I received and looked up to see my boss on call. Apparently, he was the one calling.

"In my office please, Yvette." His husky voice said and I nod dreamily.

"Yes, sir." I place the intercom back in its place and stand up. I walked across the office and stood beside his door to take a deep breathe.

"You can do this Eve. For Papa." I chanted my mantra in my head as I push the door open and step into the moderately decorated office.

"Good morning, Mr. Sylvian" I said with a shaky smile. Maybe he noticed how nervous I was because he furrowed his brows and looked at me.

"You're late, Yvette. Why?" He returned his gaze to the system before him and nodded at the chair across.

I pull the chair and fold my chubby figure in it before clearing my throat.

I didn't answer his question, I asked him one.

"Sir, can I request for something?"

Timothy lifts an eyebrow to look at me before nodding and returning to his work.

I swallow hard and begin to fiddle with my fingers. I didn't why I was feeling troubled and nervous but I closed my eyes and when I did open them, I was feeling better.

"Can I get a loan of three hundred thousand dollars, sir?" I asked pointedly and my boss's hands that were typing froze.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze to meet mine. He pushed the laptop to the side and folded his hands on the table.

"Why would you want such a ridiculous amo-" he paused Midway and kept quiet. After a second, he smiled.

"What would you do for it?" He rephrased.

My brain didn't let me think of his questions before my lips blurted out, "Anything, sir!"

"Anything?" He drawled and I was tempted to see my lips. The damn betrayer!

Yet, I nod in response. Telling myself I was in control felt nice until he blurted out his next statement.

"Marry me."

I froze for a second. Time stood still as I tried to register his words. After a second, my eyes widened.

"Ex-excuse me sir? You said what?"

He leans back in his seat and look at me with a small smile that shook me to my core. My boss doesn't smile. When he does, someone's about to lose their job.

"Marry me" he repeated.
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