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What should I say to him? Does he know something?

I was  still lost in my thoughts when he started chuckling.

"Look at your face." He said. "I was just pulling your leg, but damn girl, you look scared as shit."

I managed a small smile.

I looked down for a while, escaping from his gaze, 'What if he knows something about me?'

How can he?, my inner voice calmed me down.  

I guess she's right. I just need to calm down and act normal or I'll just draw more attention and make things worse by acting like this.

'Act cool. Act normal.'  I repeated this mantra in my head.

"Well, I knew you were joking." I huffed. "And why would I be scared? It isn't like I have something to hide." 

He nodded and after a while, uttered, "Still, I'm amazed by your reaction. It was funny and kind of--- scary."

"Okay, will you let me ask something about you today?" I said stroking my forehead. "You're so clever. All you did was just asking questions from me repeatedly."

"When did I ask anything from you?" He exclaimed.

I passed him my deadly glare.

"Well, it's not like you answered any of my questions." He said gathering his stuff. "Let's go!" 

"What?" I exclaimed gaping. "I haven't asked you anything and you promised to give me some answers." 

"Well, your loss!" He said getting up. "and when did I promise?"

He started moving.

"Hey, listen you, Mister." I said moving up to him.

He kept walking.

Looks like he's okay with Mister, but he's not okay with his first name.

Strange! 

I moved in front of him weirdly, resulting in me tripping down a bit due to my heels.

He grabbed my forearm immediately, giving me support and I didn't fall.

Stupid heels! I'm glad I'm not lying on the footpath, right in front of him and everyone. It would've been so embarrassing.

"Miss Williams, don't wear them if you don't know how to walk in them." He said. His hands still wrapped around my forearm.

"I know how to walk in heels." I said gritting my teeth.

"There won't always be someone to save you from falling." He said taking his hands off of me.

"Well, I don't need that someone in my life."   

He started moving once again and this time I moved with him. 

"You're a liar. You promised me to give me some answers."

"How many times do I have to tell you, I didn't promise." He said and looked at me, "You, in fact, are not a liar, but a little dumb."  

I gasped, "Did you just call me dumb?"

"Little Dumb!" He corrected me.

"Still, you called me dumb!"

"Yes, I did." He said confidently.

I glared at him.

"You can ask me anything you want to, unless I'm not working." He said. "And right now I'm not working."

Ugh! He's so irritating. Now I'm not going to waste any more of my time.

"Why did you send me a personal email?" I asked quickly.

"When?" 

"When you had to tell me about the PA thingy" I told him and added, "When you could send it to Ken. Well, you should've sent it to Ken, because he was my boss and technically, all emails from the CEO go directly to him."  

"Okay, firstly, stop sounding like an interviewer from some company." He said. 

He stopped talking. Didn't he know that I have such a short amount of time. He's doing it on purpose, so he didn't need to answer to too many questions.  

"And Secondly?" I raised my brows.

"Yeah and secondly, answer me, who was I addressing the email to?"

"Me."

"So who should I send the email to?"

"Ken."

He frowned at me.

"Well, you don't send letters to your employees." I enunciated.

"Where's that written?"

"It doesn't seem professional!"

"And where's that written?"

"It just doesn't!" I said a bit peeved.

God! This guy doesn't know anything.  

"Okay, I'll not send a personal email to any employee from now on." He said.

We reached the office. 

God! No! Why so early?

We entered the office and standing near the elevator, waited for it.

Okay, any other question. Think fast.

Why can't I think of anything. Ugh! Why? 

"Where did you live before coming here?" 

Okay, Ava! That was a dumb question, my inner voice rolled her eyes.

'Ugh! You're right. Why the hell do I need to know about his past.'  

The elevator door opened and we stepped in.

"I came from Mercury." he replied looking at me.

I looked at him confusedly.

"Because I'm so hot." he added with a smirk, completing his sentence.

Smirking Jerk!

"Well, I'm from Pluto, because I'm so cold." I glared at him. "How's that sound?"

He chuckled.

Okay, another question. 

"Why don't you like when someone points at you?" I asked quickly. 

"Do you think it's good to point at someone?" he asked with no expression on his face.

"But still, you get all serious when someone does." 

"Next question." He spoke vividly and ruggedly.

"Okay, first answer this one." I urged him.

"It's a personal question." he growled.

I looked at him with shock.

How can this question be personal?

"Okay, why don't you like to be called by your first name?" I asked another question.

"Personal!" he said politely but firmly.  

"I think you're joking with me." I said with a frown. "What could be so personal in one's own name?" 

"Do you want to ask anything which is not personal?" He asked.

I didn't listen to him.

"I mean your name's so--- good." I said honestly.  "What's so bad in Aaro---."

I hadn't completed when he grabbed my both forearms and pushed me hard. My back collided with the elevator's metallic surface.

My back hurt. His grip was hurting my forearm.

"Don't you ever say that name." He barked. "EVER AGAIN."

I pushed him back so hard that he nearly collided with the other end of the elevator.

He looked at me angrily and with surprise.

Surprised by the fact that a girl can also push this hard, huh? 

"Don't you ever hold me like that." I barked too, pointing my finger at him. "Ever again."

"Don't you ever point your finger at me." He wrapped his long fingers tightly around the finger I was pointing at him and shoved it down roughly. "Ever again."

My finger collided with the metal. 

I hissed with sudden pain.

The elevator door opened and he got out.

I remained inside, holding my finger with pain.

I thought he was nice, but he's cruel.

I was angry. I was confused. I was going through so many emotions right now.  

'What's wrong with him?' I asked myself holding my finger with pain.

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