Page 112 of My Ruthless Neighbor

I wanted to go with my pink blazer and red boots but I decided to go for lighter colors to appear more… serious.

I specifically chose white-rimmed sunglasses instead of my yellow-tinted ones.

With confidence, I enter the building. When people stare at me, I tell myself that they are looking at me because of my unique outfit.

I am still not over the day when they saw me getting kicked out by security.

It will take some getting used to.

I am not going to work down here anyway. The real magic happens on the fifth floor. Because that whole floor has an artistic vibe that resonates with my colorful soul.

The lobby, however, is filled with suits and pencil skirts. I stand out like a sore thumb. But then I always stand out because of my colorful eyes and my colorful clothes.

Ignoring their blatant stares, I walk to the LED wall. The colorful ribbons move when I take a step to the left.

“Today’s a big day,” I whisper. “Wish me luck.” On cue, the LED screen bursts into colors.

“Thank you.” I smile and walk with a bounce in my step to the elevator.

As I wait for the elevator to arrive, I take out my phone and snap a few selfies.

It’s a big day for me. I need to capture it in a picture.

I make a V sign with my index and middle finger and pose. Then I wink at my phone.

After clicking enough pictures, I go through them.

“I am going to show these to Goldie.” I grin.

The ding of the elevator startles me and I get in quickly.

Maybe I should take one inside the elevator too.

I lift my phone up and poke my tongue out. I am about to click the picture when someone enters the elevator at the last second.

My eyes grow large when I find it’s him. Archer strides inside wearing a designer suit that fits him like a glove.

I lower my hand and close my mouth, my cheeks on fire.

He saw me pose for a selfie with my tongue hanging out.

Lovely.

I want to crawl into a hole and die.

It’s not too late, Summer. You can still bail. My mortified inner voice tempts me.

But I shake my head internally.

This little embarrassing moment aside, I should take advantage of this opportunity. I wanted to talk to him about… the other day.

I’ve thought long and hard. Before he could reject me by saying that it’s not going to happen again, I will do it myself.

We are going to work together. I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable around me.

It’s not be a mistake for me, but for him it clearly is and I want to address it before he does.

Because hewilladdress it. Now that he decided to hire me, he will talk to me about keeping that day between us. To never mention it and stuff like that.

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