"No, please! It's not that big of a deal," I said while I was gathering my documents and putting them back in order again.

"At least let me buy you a coffee. It is the least I can do for delaying you," the black-haired hottie replied.

"Trust me, I have too much coffee with me to drink and I'll probably explode by the end of the day," I said, thinking about tonight.

"Tomorrow then. I'm Josh, by the way," he went on.

"Freya..." I replied and I stood up. We were face to face again.

"Tomorrow then?" he asked.

"Ok, fine," I said. What could possibly happen over night?, I wondered.

"I'll meet you here, at ten o'clock," he replied.

"Just try not to make me drop something again," I said and I ran towards the crossroad.

I was at the company at seven o'clock sharp. My aunt didn't seem to be anywhere around there. That would give me plenty of time to refresh my memory for today's presentation. That woman always wanted to see numbers, although she couldn't understand their meaning. I went straight at the presentations' room and got everything ready. Either she would love it or she'd hate it.

"I can see that you remain punctual, even after all that success," I heard a shrill voice behind me. I turned around and saw my aunt standing at the door.

"Good morning Diana. It's a big day today for everyone. I couldn't be late," I replied.

"Unfortunately dear, it's not," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling confused. Did I mess up the dates?

"I guess you must prepare for tomorrow. The investors changed the date of the presentation," she replied. I could see how perky she looked while she was saying that.

"But tomorrow is Saturday," I said. I knew exactly what she would say next.

"If you don't like being a CEO, you can always quit," she replied.

"No, Diana. I'll be here tomorrow at seven am sharp. I'll change my schedule, don't worry," I said.

"You do that! It's just a small change. It won't hurt anybody," she replied and she went to her office, leaving me in the presentations' room alone.

So much for rescheduling that coffee, I whispered inside my mind.

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