The Client

The car in front of him had halted because of the traffic but because he had been busy with his phone and wasn't aware, he had almost hit it with full force had he not raised his head in time to see it.

Although he had stepped on the brake, he had still hit the car's bumper. Not bothering with the phone that had started ringing again, he stepped out of the car when he saw the owner of the car he had hit step out.

"What is the meaning of this Mr? Don't you watch while driving?" the cab driver scolded immediately he saw Liam.

"I'm very sorry...."

"What am I supposed to do with that? This car is my only source of livelihood. How am I supposed to go fix the bumper you just destroyed?" the cab driver lamented, and Liam sighed.

"It's okay. I'll...."

"It's not okay, mister. It's not," the cab driver cut in once again.

Fiona, who was already running late and couldn't afford to waste anymore time stepped out from the passenger's seat to see what was going on and why it was taking so long to resolve the issue.

"What is happening? Why are you both wasting my time this way?" She asked looking at Liam, who seemed fascinated by her the moment she stepped out.

Seeing how he was lost just staring at her, she snapped her fingers in front of him to bring him out of his fantasy.

"I don't have all time. I have somewhere I need to be so please, sort out the cab driver for the damages you caused so we can leave. If you can get distracted enough by girls to loose focus on the road, then you should be rich enough to pay for damages caused by your recklessness," Fiona said, and Liam laughed, surprised that a lady would talk to him that way.

Didn't she know him? Even if she didn't know him since he doesn't appear much on internet, couldn't she at least tell by his clothes that he wasn't of her class and he was well made?

He mused in annoyance at her outburst. If she wanted to spill trash or talk down at a stranger, then she should at least ask what was going on first.

"If only he had let me finish, then we would have long left here. You're not the only one who has somewhere important to be," Liam said, and Fiona rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. Just do what you're supposed to do fast," Fiona said and returned to the car.

Liam watched her and he didn't know what to make of her character. He didn't even have the time to think anything of it.

He had somewhere to be and he was already running late. He reminded himself as he returned to his car to pick up his phone. After which, he transferred some money to the cab driver and watched as he drive off before returning to his car.

Forgetting to give his secretary a call to ask why he was calling, Liam turned on his car's ignition and continued on his journey.

Just as he arrived at the parking lot and got off the car, he met Fiona at the door and he chuckled.

Fiona narrowed her eyes when she saw the amused look in his eyes. "Don't tell me you were too fazed by me that you decided to follow me all the way here," she said, and Liam couldn't help but laugh.

Wasn't she a joker? How could she think he was following her? That was the thing with women. Once they are beautiful, they think everyone is after them. He mused, unable to reply her.

"I don't know why you are following me or why you're looking at me that way. I really don't want to know. Stop following me please, otherwise, I'll call security to throw you out. I'm sure you don't want such embarrassment," Fiona said, and without waiting to hear his explanation, walked ahead of him with her mini box into the agency.

Liam chuckled as he watched her, wondering how someone was capable of making everything about themselves. And the fact that she annoyed and amused him at the same time was also beyond him.

Fiona walked straight and in quick strides to the manager's office as she prayed and hoped that the manager or the client wouldn't scold her too much for being late.

She decided that if the manager got too angry, she would just have to tell him about the accident. Only difference was, she would make it seem a bit more serious. That way, no body would blame her too much.

Luckily for her, she got into the manager's office to find that the client was yet to arrive. Her anxiousness immediately transformed to relief at the realization.

"Good morning, sir," she greeted as she took her seat.

"You're late again. You're lucky the client is running late as well. Why do you always run late?" the manager asked, and Fiona sighed.

"I'm sorry sir...."

"That's what you always say, can you try to change, at least?" he asked, and Fiona beamed a weak smile at him.

"I would have said yes but that won't be possible since this is going to be my last job with the agency," she said, and the manager frowned.

"What do you mean?" he asked curiously.

"I'm resigning after this," she said plainly, and the manager looked at her.

"Why? You've got another job?" he asked since he knew of her mother's health challenge.

"Not yet but my mom would be leaving the hospital soon and I do not want her to find out about this job. So, please accept my resignation," she said and just then, the landline buzzed with a call from the manager's secretary.

She was calling to let him know that their client was there and outside his office.

"Send him in," the manager said and turned to Fiona. "He's here."

They both turned to the door when it cracked open. The face that peered through the door caused Fiona's heart to skip as she recognized who it was.

The guy from earlier before. The one who had roamed their bumper and the one she had accused of following her. Yes. She had accused him, yet he had said nothing.

How could he have let her make a fool of herself that way? What was he even doing there in the manager's office? She mused.

Fiona's eyes widened even more when something crossed her mind. He couldn't be the client who was hiring a girlfriend, or could he?