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"My dear and sweet friend Prabhjot, i want to dedicate this song and this chapter to u. i have always wanted to say these same words to you. Thank you for always supporting me...." 

I know that voice very well. I can recognize it from anywhere. It's not like that I guess but it's just I'm hearing it from almost two years now. His sweet deep melody like always bring smile to my face and some type of peace in this messy mind of mine. I sigh internally.

I should not think like that. He is way too far and way out of my league. It is even hopeless. I should not let my feelings fog my logical side. I can't risk my job, my professionalism and slight friendship we have between us for these absurd hopeless thoughts of mine.

I nearly forgot to tell whom I am talking about. The source of that voice is my boss and the CEO of the 'Cahill & Co.' and my friend Andrew Rick Cahill. Yes, I know his middle name which is not a big deal. We always banter back and forth but not in so serious way. Because of our jobs we have to put all the logical and valid points out in front of us in the open to take the right decision.

Oh yes, I haven't told anything about my job. I have a job of Head Administrator or you can say Head Manager of this company who manages everything from paperwork department to making billion dollar deals with the other billionaire companies. I have to go through anything and everything. It is my job to maintain everything in every department. I have to check from small no so important files to terms & conditions and all the information about the company we are going to sign any billionaire deal with that company. This post is the highest one in the company next to the CEO and the pay is obviously very good. Any file that goes through me then goes to the CEO and the board members. It is very tiring job but I love it nonetheless.

I got a very low level job first when I came here but when the former CEO of the company, Andrew's dad Mr. Jim Cahill saw me managing through the files of different departments and giving suggestions to employees about their departments, he offered me this job which was not in even existence then. I know hilarious, isn't it? But he reasoned it out with me as I was not confident first about this and told me to work with every department like an internship with them and told me to get knowledge about everything from everyone for almost and year and then I could completely fulfill the requirement of the job. So here I am sitting on my chair in my own cabin proudly smiling over thinking about my job when I should reply to Andrew's greeting while he is waiting for my reply at the cabin's door. I blush furiously over my stupidity and embarrassment which make me look like a beet root, totally red.

I turn around while sitting on the chair and smile shyly at Andrew who is standing at the door smiling like a ray of sunshine he is in my cloudy life. I know cheesy but he has always been so cheerful and bright like a sun and always smiling.

I reply smiling while trying to restrain the heat and color creeping my cheeks and neck, "Good Morning, Andrew."

He beams at me and walks forward toward my big mahogany table which is covered with all the files scattered on it.

"How many times I have to tell you, you can, oh no you should call me Drew. It makes us less formal because we are friends first." ,he continues.

I feel a sudden strike of pain in the centre of my chest but I ignore it and try to push it away from my mind and concentrate on Andrew.

He is nothing like they describe in magazines and tabloids; tall, dark, handsome but much more than that. He is epitome of handsome, tall above six feet like six feet one inches or two and gorgeous if you ask me. He has dark chocolate like hair with the blue eyes I don't know which shade but I do look forward to see those deep ocean like eyes every day. They always remind me of the sea which is enough to calm me inside and out. His slightly crooked nose, his light pink shape full lips, his pronounced cheek bones, his fine jaw and his tanned skin which justices the definition of dark makes him more gorgeous. His business suit is perfectly clinging to his body and anyone can see his muscles flexing under his suit.

He has worn grey suit with white shirt underneath and a maroon tie today. And yes, every girl and woman in this company swoons over him everyday like a middle school girl when he passes through the hallways. I have that with my own eyes here.

The smell of his manly cologne and his fresh aftershave always fills my room and my lungs and nostrils every day. His cocky smirks, his flirtatious grins, his sweet genuine smiles; every girl wants a piece of it no matter how small it is.

I try to avert my eyes and cover my 'check-out-look' before he sees it. I concentrate my eyes and mind on what he is saying instead on him.

"If I call you Drew then you should not call me with my real name too", I babble it out without even thinking.

"Oh so you are saying, you are giving me permission to call you Juliet instead of Julia in front of everyone?" ,He cocks a playful eyebrow at me.

Oh, so we are back on flirting. I mentally smirk but when I realize what I have said and what he replies in return, I try to control my erratic heart beats and not blush even more when I am already blushing furiously.

I reply coolly, "If you call me Juliet in front of everyone then I will be the sole target of all the glares and disgusting sneers of all your fans especially" I say tapping my index finger on my chin and act like thinking, "girls who would want to kill me then and I don't think we would both want that"

He smiles softly and his expression softens for a second. Something flashes in his blue eyes like a sea of emotions for a second. He quickly covers it with his signature smirk which all species of women think sexy and hot. But I don't. I like his soft smiles, his real genuine smiles more which I don't see often just once in a while.

He replies with a smirk, "No, we wouldn't. If that happens who will do my work then?"

I feel that sudden pain in my chest again but I know it's useless and can't do anything about it. But I have to maintain my composure. I can't let it break so easily. My smile falters for a second but I don't let my overwhelming emotions and my erratic heart beats to control my thoughts and try to clear my mind.

"Yeah, true. If I die, everyone will know how much work you actually do in real."

I try to play it cool but it somehow come out strained and some of the flashes of my past come in front of my eyes.

They vanish as quickly as they appear. I don't know how my expressions are but when I look at Andrew, his brows are furrowed and his lips are curled with concern. I don't know why he is looking at me like that.

He starts walking from where he was standing towards me and stops beside my chair. My eyes are following his every move. When he stops beside me, I rotate my chair towards him. His expressions are same like some seconds ago, concerned. My heart is beating at very fast pace at his close proximity which is enough but its speed sky rocketed when the back of his hand touches my forehead. My face is totally red and hot because of his touch on my skin.

He tilts his head slightly observing me. After some seconds, he says, "Are you alright? Why are you burning like this? Do you have fever? If you have fever then why do you come to office today? You should have some rest and take off for today."

First because of his cold hand, I have goose bumps down my body and his concerned expressions and soft voice is making me more nervous. I am watching intently into his eyes. I can't think clear if he is this close to me.

I clear my throat and try to clear my mind and say, "N-No, I'm fine. It's just it is warm in my cabin so I'm feeling very warm here. I guess that's why my face is burning." I stutter first but my voice is not above the whisper.

He removes his cold hand and smiles softly at me while saying, "Ok, it is good. It's just I don't know I was worried."

He shrugs while taking a step back. I don't know what I should think of this. I'm not special. I never was for anyone. Except my mom and my best friend Amelia, no one really cares for me. So I don't know how I should feel when he is showing this much worry for me. I just nod and give him small smile.

He walks back some more steps and says, "Ok, then. You should work and give me that file of 'William Company' whose deal we are going to sign today after noon."

I nod slightly. He waves at me goodbye and walks out of my cabin.

I sigh deeply and try to control my fast heart beats whose sounds are echoing in my ears. It was like he was going to hear the sound of my heart. But that didn't happen. I laugh nervously at the thought.

I am thinking about his expressions. He is the most famous topic of the New York Tabloids and magazines. When I stepped on this position in the company, Andrew also stepped up as the CEO of the company at the same time. So we are good friends since then. It's not like we both discuss each and everything in our lives but we are good enough to tell each other about their mistakes and can speak up our opinions if ever we want to.

Professionally, we are very good friends. We make a very good team and profitable for the company. But after that, we are nothing and I never try to even. The women in our office are enough examples for that. They don't even have some self respect for themselves. They openly flirt with him and throw themselves on him and he openly rejects them. Though I don't know why. I always think every guy needs attention and if there is free sex at every corner I don't think any guy would reject that. But Andrew does it every time. Like everything that happens has a reason, this would have to.

But Andrew is not just a bachelor or only gets attention in our office but in the whole New York too. He is one of the famous and successful billionaire CEOs and one of the hottest bachelors of the New York. So why would he take interest in me?

I shake my head and try to remove these thoughts from my mind. I need to focus on my work. I resume my work and start working on the file that Andrew needs in a few hours.

After an hour and a half, I call Laura and ask her to give this file to Andrew as soon as possible. My famous best friend Amelia walks in with her usual grace and attitude when Laura was walking out of my cabin.

She is a red head with dark green eyes and a heart-shape face. She is the epitome of perfection but she doesn't think so. She was the first person I met here in the office when I came here on the first day of my work. She was very confident, kind and was very nice to me. After our first greeting, she was the first one in between us to come talk to me on my second day and asked for my number as I was too shy to ask. But as great a person she is, she accepts me as me; my flaws, my insecurities, my strange thoughts and never tries to change me. She is still today the same; confident, kind, beautiful and nice. She never discourages me about myself and never said a single harsh word to me once. And I'm very grateful for that. She has always supported me in everything.

Today, she is wearing black like me. She is wearing plain black dress which ends just above her knee and thin metal belt in the middle with black stilettos. Her curves are well-defined in the dress and gorgeous as always. She is so beautiful that every woman is jealous of her in this office. Wherever she goes, she always gets an evil eye from every women everyday where ever she goes. She is of same age and me and already off the market.

Oh no, she is not married but yes, she has a boyfriend. His name is Brandon. He is a total gentleman. They are together for five years now. They met in the university for the first time during their one of the classes they both attended. They were very good friends from then and became very close after a short time and the attraction was always there so Amelia, my dear friend asked Brandon out for a date and he said yes. She has always been like this, brave and straight forward.

When she introduced me to Brandon for the first time, he was very nice to me. We talked for some time and I became familiar to him and stopped feeling awkward around him. We soon became good friends and now he treats me like her younger sister and yes protective too. As I never had any brother or sibling so it's very nice to have him as my brother.

We three are very close and we always go together everywhere like for shopping, for a party or even for a dinner sometimes but I try not to go mostly because I don't want to feel like a third feel. If they see me depressed and lonely like that they will also not be able to enjoy themselves and that will also make me to take pity on myself more and I will feel more discouraged about me.

Amelia doesn't know about my past or any of my scars because I never told her and didn't feel the need to do so. But even if I decide to tell her anything about it, I get scared all again because I don't want to relive those memories and don't want to feel weak all over again. Those are the nightmares which I want to forget at any cost but can't because of these scars I have on my body which I have to bear every day.

"I heard Andrew came in your office this morning, how did it go?", she asks while wriggling her eyebrows. First thing is that how does she does know? And what is this, a high school where any small news spread like flames? I shake my head in disapproval.

I roll my eyes on her question. Amelia knows about me and Andrew's friendship but she has always thought otherwise.

And the worst thing is that now she knows about my feelings about him. One day when we were eating in the Refreshment Area on the ground floor, Andrew was walking past our table and stopped there for a minute. He talked to me for some minutes and then walked away. When Amelia saw my blushing and my nervousness near Andrew, she put two and two together and now she always teases me about my crush on him.

But I know she knows that he is way out of my league but the thing about Amelia is she is always so positive and energetic so she always says, "Always expect the unexpected because Life is a surprise." I don't know about this statement but I know better than that.

I sigh and say while looking at my best friend, "You know there is nothing between us. We are just friends."

She waves her hand like dismissing my statement and replies, "Oh Bullshit. I very much know better than that. You never see how he looks at you when he knows you are not watching. During any board meeting or office meeting, his whole attention is always on you. Whenever he walks by the cafeteria, he always finds you in the crowd and talks to you ever for a minute or two and don't even glance at anyone else. And the most important thing, he personally comes to your cabin everyday first thing in the morning just to say hi. How's that for saying 'Just Friends'?" She puts force on the words 'Just Friends' for emphasis.

I again roll my eyes on her reply. "You know there is nothing like that. You sure are hallucinating", I cock my one eyebrow at her while hiding my smile.

She crosses her arms in front of her and give me her 'Are you serious' look. "I'm not hallucinating, Julie. I have sharp eyes of an eagle. So there is no way my observation is wrong and I have strong feeling about this. You know about my intuitions. They are never wrong." ,she states confidently.

I sigh in defeat. I know about her intuitions, they are always correct. Whenever she has an intuition about anything, it's always true. Brandon too knows about it and he believes her too. I started believing her too after one day. That day when we entered our office, Amelia suddenly had a bad feeling about the day and I said she was just being paranoid and nothing would be wrong. Then she replied with a challenging glint in her eyes, "If you don't believe me then just wait and watch, Ms. Anderson." And walked away towards her desk. That day Andrew's dad came to office and boy was he mad. That day was the worst for everyone. He fired out two very hardworking employees, Ryan and Chan. Whoever crossed his path, they have to face his wrath and that was not very pleasing sight to see. But Andrew was a real help that day. He managed to control his father's fury and didn't let anyone to get fired from the company. That was a very long day indeed.

"I know Amelia but this time you will be wrong because the thing you are hoping is not going to be possible even in million years", I said in a tone of finality.

But as Amelia is Amelia, she is not going to have it. "That's what you think, Julia. You can't control other person's thoughts and feelings. You can't stop anyone to not love you. You can't stop me to not care for you, to not love you. That's my choice. In the same way, you can't stop Andrew. Julie, you deserve someone who can be special like you, who can care for you, love you, and complete you. You deserve all this. So in the end, I will be right." She says in a tone of stubbornness and walks out of my cabin.

I heave a long sigh and resume my work. It's a waste of time to even think about the impossible. I know very well that I'm not special, not even pretty for my own sake and this body is worst in all of it. The scars of my past are the constant reminders of my insecurities and reality, why no one will ever be able to accept me and love me.

I shake my head in disapproval and just throw these thoughts out of my mind. I need to complete some work. Negative thoughts and tension about useless things are not good for my work and my work is my top priority now. I have to work hard like my mom did while raising me. I want her to be proud of me and see me successful even after scarring tragedies. I try not to dwell on all these thoughts and concentrate on the work in front of me.

I finish my work before the clock strikes half past twelve. I pick up my bag and start walking towards the elevator to meet Amelia below for some delicious lunch in the Refreshment Area.     

Hey guys, this is a bit longer chapter than the last one so a kind of sorry for late update. So what do u think abt our main hero of the story Andrew? and the song on the side 'Somebody out there' is a very nice song and do match with the case of Julia. These are the words that Amelia, Julia's Best friend is trying to say to her. what do u think abt that? if you like the chapter do comment and hit the like button... the next update will be soon......

~Stela~