Wooing The Ex-Wife

Chapter 9: The Meeting (1)

There was hustle and bustle around the office. The normally sluggish morning hours were teeming with

life again. There was a lot of excitement in the people to see their new boss. Yesterday they had

merely gotten a glimpse of Mr. West but from today he was to start working officially. Every person had

their files completed, checked and arranged, ready to be presented at any moment they were required

to. The women in the office had seen Jonathan West on magazine covers, he was one of the most

successful businessmen in America, and they gushed on about how handsome and brilliant he was

and how great it would be to work with him.

Liza smoothed down her black pencil skirt and rubbed her temples, wishing that all of them would stop

talking for at least a moment. She had barely gotten sleep the previous night and all the caffeine she

had taken hadn't kicked in her system yet. She sighed as she took in her reflection in the little ornate

mirror that she had kept in one of the drawers of her table. She had applied a little bit of makeup but it

had failed to hide the tiredness in her eyes. You could see small light purple eye bags under her eyes

and her skin looked a little too much paler than it actually was. She sucked in her breath and gave

herself a mental pep talk as she readied herself for the day to come.

The clock struck nine and at that exact moment the elevator opened to reveal Jonathan along with a

grinning Leslie. All the employees surrounded him as Leslie excused herself to go to her former office

and collect a few things. Some of them were congratulating him, some were telling him how great it

would be to work with him and some were buttering him up to save themselves from being fired and

maybe for getting promotions. In all this mayhem, Jonathan's eyes searched for the only person that

mattered to him. He longed to see her in the morning, maybe apologize to her again or maybe tell her

to try and at least be friends with him. But unfortunately he couldn't find her.

Meanwhile Liza had already seen Leslie making her way to her office and she thought that maybe it

was the only chance she would get to get out of this painful position. So she made her way to Leslie's

office and knocked on it. Leslie opened the door with a smile "Come in dear" she said. Liza entered the

room, unsure of how to put forward her request, so she blurted out "Please don't make me work with

Mr. West". Leslie was shocked. She knew that women would die to work alongside Jonathan West not

only because of his charm but also because of his brilliance and here in front of her stood Liza,

pleading her not to make her work with him. "Why not?" Leslie asked. "I just don't think that I am right

person to show him how publishing business is done, I mean that he is a brilliant businessman and

even if he is new to this sector, he will get hold of the ropes in a few days." Liza said. "I trust that he is a

brilliant businessman but it would be better if you were there to help him and as important employ as

you are Liza I suggest that you don't question my decisions" Leslie said putting an end to the

conversation.

At that precise moment there was a knock on the door "Come in please" Leslie said and in walked

Jonathan. He was wearing Charcoal gray Suit and pant with a smoke blue colored shirt, his eyes that

were a dull green a moment ago brightened when he saw Liza standing there with Leslie. "Is there any

problem?" Jonathan asked taking in the expression on the face of Liza but before she could say

something Leslie jumped in and said "Of course not, Ms. Nestor was just telling me how excited she

was to work with you. Weren't you Ms. Nestor?" Leslie asked daring Liza to answer in negative. Liza

gritted her teeth and said "Yes mam, now if you would excuse me, I have some work to do". With this

Liza walked out.

It was nearly lunch time and Liza had finished editing almost half of the manuscript within four hours,

when her phone rang "Liza Mr. West wants to see you in his office" came the voice of her young

assistant as she put the phone on speaker, still editing the document on her laptop. "Did he say

anything related to why he wanted to see me?" she asked, "No, he just wants you there in five minutes"

her assistant Mary, answered back. "okay" with this Liza got up adjusted her grey shirt whose neckline This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

had become a bit too low for her liking and then continued on her way to Jonathan' office.