"Lucas, I need you to find me a private secretary who can look over things for me while I am away from the office, and please do a complete background check, women and men must dress professionally if they want to work in my company. I will not tolerate bullies is my workplace and if anyone has a problem, they will get fired on the spot. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir,"
Before Lucas looked at his tablet, which he brings with him everywhere he goes, he paused to make sure the device was fully charged. He unlocked his tablet to check any new applications, seeing that there were over ten people who wanted to work for him. Scanning through the list, he noted a few interesting candidates, but it was Katherine's application that caught his eye. Lucas handed his boss the tablet, pointing out her profile for Christopher's review, curious to see his reaction.
Lucas smiles, a hint of amusement in his voice. "It seems that your mate has applied to your food company," he said, watching Christopher scrolling on the tablet. The comment lingered between them, adding an unexpected layer to the day's routine.
Christopher took the tablet from his friend's hand and looked through the profile, pressing the approval of the application. He handed back the tablet to Lucas, his gaze drifting out of the window. The sight of his condo coming into view, instead of his cold and empty mansion, reminded him of missing something. Christopher only used the penthouse only for business. However, his parents, Anthony and Melody Miller, eagerly awaited their son's arrival, hoping he would bring his new mate home for them to meet her. The driver pulled up at the main door. Christopher and Lucas exited out of the car, heading inside of the building to take the elevator to his private floor. Sometimes Lucas would cook or order takeout. Then suddenly it started raining again as Christopher went into his bedroom to get out of work suit and take a quick shower. As he walked past his balcony to see the rain hitting the door, just look at the view of the sun going down with the rain coming down. Just enter the bathroom, turn on water just thinking about his mate that woken up his dragon Blaze.
"Our mate is exquisite indeed. She will make a wonderful queen. We must bring her home,"
"I don't think if she knows what we are. I don't want to scare her away,"
"Just what these humans do, take her out on a date and get to know her first and when she is more comfortable, than we I mean you, tell her what we are even better, just show her,"
Christopher pondered Blaze's words, realizing that becoming her private secretary would provide closer proximity and allow him to better understand her preferences. After finishing his shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist to reveal his six-pack abs, dried his hair, and then went to his closet to change into boxers and sweats. The delicious aroma of cooking drew him to the kitchen, where he found Lucas setting the table, awaiting his boss's arrival for dinner.
"What are you making this time?"
"Baked Lemon Dijon Salmon with rice, you will love it. Question I want to ask you,"
"Go ahead, let me hear it,"
"If Katherine works at your company, the other female employees may become jealous of her because you favor her the most. It would be wise to maintain a professional distance from her for now."
"That is why I am going to give her projects that will keep her busy, but I keep my eye on her. Plus, I would keep busy with meeting,"
Lucas pours the wine into their glass with their dinner until Christopher's cellphone rings. As he went to answer it, he already knew who it was.
"Hello Mother," said Christopher
"Son, when are you planning to return home?" Your father and I have a magnificent female dragon, and we believe she would be the perfect choice for you as your queen. Since we are not getting any younger and are eager for grandchildren, it would be best if you hurry. Your father and I are ready to step down from the throne,"
"Mother, I told you I will wait for my mate. If she is too young or deceased, then I would take a choose wife,"
"We will be waiting,"
"Talk to you later mother,"
Christopher hangs up the phone and looks at Lucas cooking dinner, his friend had yet to.
"Is that Queen Rossie?" asked Lucas
"Yes, she and my father want to choose a queen so they can stand down, my parents are going to have to wait longer until they meet her," said Christopher
The men are eating their dinner to see the storm is being mean today until Christopher felt pain in his chest, pretend not to feel it. He entered her dream to see what was wrong with his mate. Why did he feel this pain?
"I am going to head to bed,"
"Do not worry, I clean up,"
Christopher took his half-glass of wine with him into the bedroom and sat it on the nightstand. By opening a portal to her place, he felt that connection he was surprised that it shows her room. As he stood though it, he could see his mate sleeping, step closer to her to see tears run down her cheek.
He used his finger to wipe her tears. He sits on the bed. The storm got louder; He just want to lie next to her. Then he sees more tears coming down.
"Mom, please don't leave me," Katherine cried, tears streaming down her sleeping face.
"She's probably having a nightmare with her mother," Erik said.
Christopher slowly lay down next to her and pulled her close to him so she could sleep peacefully without waking her up. But he knows that he can't stay too long before he goes Christopher placed something delicately around her neck. He closes his eyes while rubbing her back until she calms down and sleeps.
Hearing footsteps in the hall, Christopher quickly slipped out of Katherine's bed, reopened the portal to his room, glanced at his mate, and stepped through before the portal closed. As he reluctantly departed, he left her a precious family heirloom. Slowly, Thomas entered his daughter's room in search of the backpack filled with money. Quietly, so as not to wake his daughter, he entered the closet and began to search for something. He checks every corner of the closet, and it was nothing, just clothes, and more bags. Thomas began to suspect she'd hidden the bag elsewhere, somewhere he couldn't find it. Back in his room Christopher left the unfinished wine on his nightstand, not wanting to drink any more of it. He walked back into the kitchen and placed it in the sink before returning to his room for another shower. With a smile on his face, he tried to get some sleep, entering the realm of dreams. Turning around, Katherine saw that her closet light was on; she didn't remember switching it on. She rose from her bed, approached the closet slowly, and turned to find her father examining her belongings.
"Dad, I don't appreciate you rummaging through my belongings."
"The reason I'm in here is that I spotted a little mouse darting into a hole; I need to check for other openings in your wall."
"If I see anything, I'll tell the landlord. Now go back to your room and sleep."
Katherine followed her father from her room, closing the door behind her. She knew he'd been in her room looking for the backpack containing cash. A secret closet exists, unknown to her father. Returning to bed, she felt warmth on the other side, as if someone were sleeping there. She was likely dreaming of her mother beside her. Morning would arrive before she knew it.
The next morning, Katherine hears the phone alarm went off, but she slept through it and woke up after eight o'clock. She got out of bed, grabbed her robe, and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, planning to make breakfast before her father woke up. Katherine made breakfast in the kitchen with the hope that her father would come out of his room to eat.
"Dad, get up. Breakfast is almost ready, Dad!"
The bedroom opening and her father came out of his room to see his daughter cooking, running his hand through his hair was still half-sleep.
"Why are you yelling?" asked Thomas
"I wanted to check if you were awake, as you claimed to have seen a mouse run into my room and were searching for it last night."
"Yeah, and to be honest, my back pain meant a sleepless night, so I'm running on fumes."
"Seriously, you've been sleeping on that lumpy, uncomfortable couch again."
She made her father breakfast until her cellphone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was the Local Nutritious company calling, so she answered.
"Greetings." "May I speak with Katherine Smith?" the woman asked.
"Yes, this is her."
"Hello, I saw your application, and HR approved it. I would like if you can come in for an interview this afternoon around two?"
"Yes, two o'clock. Thank you so much,"
Katherine ends the call. She hopes to secure the private secretary job she applied for yesterday. She knows that her father is up to something, but she doesn't know what. Katherine loves her father, but sometimes wishes for a break from him, though she knows that's impossible.