Falling For The Man I Married

Madi's POV:

Answering some phone calls and checking out his new schedules, took up almost half of my day. I didn't notice how time passed and it's already lunchtime.

Sandy appeared at my office door wearing her hungry smile.

"What's up? Work over food?"

I smiled. "Fine. I haven't noticed the time."

"Hmmp! That's your dialogue every day," she said rolling her eyes.

"Really? I didn't know that." I said smiling widely as I cleaned the table.

I just got my phone and my purse before going to the elevator down to the cafeteria of the building.

"You know what, I have a wonderful story."

I glanced at her while entering the busiest side of the building at this hour.

"And what is it?"

"About our boss." she covered her mouth on the other side so no one could hear her voice except us. And it intrigues me. I arched my eyebrow.

"That's gossiping!" I told her even though it really intrigued me to the bone.

"His cold behaviour has a story." she continued whispering.

"What story?"

"I heard, he was betrayed by his ex. The one he loved but also the one who got away. She left him."

I don't know but hearing him already loved someone else gives my heart a slight pinch. But I just ignored it and opened my ears to the additional information from her.

"How did you get that?" I asked her all ears.

"I just heard it when I went to the finance department earlier. And you know what, after that incident, that's when he accepted the position from his father to become the CEO of WEC."

I turned to her, trying to gather more of her story.

"Plus... they said after his ex cheated on him with another man, he became cold and heartless."

"Hey! You heard it from someone talking behind his back?" I eyed her.

"Yes, but I didn't mean to. They were already talking when I  passed them. And don't tell me you're not interested, because everyone in this building loves to gossip about his life."

"I'm not interested." I lied. "I'm just intrigued."

She chuckled behind me as I entered where the line starts.

"Girl, that's the same. It's a synonym of interested."

So, he was betrayed? I wonder if his behaviour he shows us today is different from his personality before he was duped by his ex. Wait? What kind of ex? Ex-girlfriend or ex-wife?

"Ex-fiancee." I was shocked and my head immediately snapped in Sandy's direction.

"You heard it?" I asked with wide eyes. I'm just asking myself.

She chuckled again. "Of course, silly! Your thinking so loud!"

"Ohh.." the only word that came out of my mouth. I bit my bottom lip in slight embarrassment. I hope no one has heard me talk to myself except her.

"So... that's what you call 'not interested', huh?"

She smirked but I rolled my eyes.

"Hi, Madi."

I was saved by the bell when Troy from HR department greeted me over two people in the line ahead of me.

"Hi, Troy." I smiled at him.

"Hmmp! The flirting has begun."

herself but I just laugh. She keeps on insisting that Troy has a big crush

me, I don't see anything wrong with that. And that's not a valid reason to avoid him. For me, as long as I don't give him any motive to bring his 'crush' on me

always did every day. Of

* * *

love

said, unwrapping the second sandwich on his

that,"

spaghetti on my fork

where are you from?"

Florida," he answered and Sandy

Florida?" I

here in Chicago. Why? Don't tell me you were also from

shrugged.

we both looked at Sandy. She just shrugged and took a sip of her juice. I know that kind

but widened more when Sandy spat half the juice out

at her. Thank God,

sorry," she

it on purpose!" I

see I'm coughing to death? Blame him!" She pointed to Troy next

me?" Troy

you mentioned the word destiny!" she

Madi and I come from the same land." he

So, it's really your fault!" she snapped

What if I said that Madi and I

-'Oh God!'-

just bit my bottom lower lip, massaging my temple. I looked around to see almost all the eyes of the people sitting inside the Cafeteria were now on us. And the pair of brown eyes that owned by Mr Wilsons also staring at

food. You're

their eyebrows on them. But they didn't notice the cold stare of our boss from the

Troy scratched the back

back to our

found Mr Wilsons

the time on my wristwatch and found it 5 minutes before 1 pm. I need to go to the pantry to make another coffee for my boss. I also bring my notepad to remind him of his scheduled meeting at

minutes, I am knocking

"Come in."

coffee in my hand didn't

have to

to someone on the other line, so I didn't greet him. I put the mug on his desk and wait

for your

as he yelled that someone on the other

am paying you to investigate her, to monitor her and not to

someone to answer as he

arched my eyebrow. -'Not

Mr Wilsons," I said with a slight smile, pretending not to have heard anything.

"What's my next schedule?"

on his chair. I remained standing as I

have a meeting with Cordova's Marketing at 1:30 pm. Their COO will be the one to meet you along with his secretary. And as per his secretary, they will present their project presentation regarding the new product they want our company to buy." I've stated fluently. As I finished,

his arm. And since it's on the table, I was able to see the picture that popped up on it.

it and focused on my notepad. I remembered Sandy's story earlier. I looked at him through my lashes and I didn't miss how he clenched his jaws and his knuckles turned white from the grip he's giving to

I'm sorry for you

"Mr Wilsons."

attention. His head snapped at me and I flinched slightly at the look in his eyes. But when he realized that it's me who's standing in front of him, his eyes softened a bit and

"What's my next schedule?"

-'Huh?'-

mentally rolled my eyes and repeated what I said earlier regarding his next meeting.

ready at that

"Yes, Sir. Anything else?"

"Nothing more."

and walked out

was left on the picture of the woman I saw from his phone. I can't help but think again what has

past. Maybe the rumor was true, because of his cold behaviour. Was

smile? Ever since I started working in this company, I have never seen him laugh or even smile. Whenever his employees greeted him,

thoughts were interrupted by a text message from George, one of my managers from my second restaurant. She's also my friend from

We just need your signature for the

Me: 'Okay... thanks, George.'