Their End, My Beginning

Chapter 12

“Katherineee, ”

“Wassup chief?” I asked, standing from my chair.

“There is a good news and a bad one which do you want to hear first.” She asked me while taking a

seat opposite from me.

“The bad one.” I love hearing the bad news nowadays well seeing that everyday passed by I expect

nothing but a bad one.

“Okay, excellent choice, good it is.” She says making me roll my eyes I don’t know why she asks

question if she answers it differently.

“Your design has been accepted by the Carson group.” She says excitedly.

“Whattt??? You are kidding?” she shakes her head at my question. “Oh, my god, that’s splendid.” Well,

this group recently has held a competition for architectures to design their new building and winning

their deal means a lot since they are like one among the top 10 companies. The 1st is BJ group short

for Black Jack. And the 2nd is Waynst ltd.

“What is the bad news?” I asked her.

“Your design was rejected by BJ group. Pity we cannot use it for other project, it was a good one.” She

said. One rule in our company aside from plagiarism is not to reuse the design that was rejected by one

company, as it has a high chance of being copied by any other group.

The bit of news gave me an enormous shock, as it was one of my best. I spent over 2 months for that

design I usually take 1 month to complete a design.

“That’s impossible.” I said as I bolted up from my chair to which she shook her head and said. “Well,

suck it up.” She said as she reached the doorknob she turned around.

“Oh, I forgot there is one more good news.” At least there’s something to rejoice. “The deadline of

Waynst ltd. has been pre-ponded and there are only 3 days left for you to complete your design.” With

those words she closes the door behind her as she walks out, leaving a stunned me.

“Fuck could be anymore good news.” I say sarcastically and start on my design immediately without

wasting anymore time.

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“Kat, isn’t your work finished yet?”

I look up to see Richard leaning on the door, looking at me keenly. I must admit that badboy look of his

make him look more handsome. Don’t get me wrong, he is handsome, but Ryder is more handsome.

And there I go again comparing Richard with Ryder who by the way doesn’t even know if I exist, not

that he cares though.

“Are you done ogling me?” asks Richard with that smirk on his face.

“well you can’t blame me, especially with the way you stand leaning on the door. And for your earlier

question, no, I am not done yet.” I said and continued to complete my work.

“I guess I too will have to stay to do overtime then.” I don’t even have to look up to know that he is

smirking. Well, nowadays we have been working overtime but not for work purpose though I am

surprised that no one has caught us yet.

“Are you kidding me!!” I say after glancing my watch. “I didn’t know that our working time is over and

GOD THERES LOT MORE TO DO.” I have been so indulged in the work that I didn’t even look at the

time. And I feel hungry now since I have not had my lunch. GREAT!!

“Here you go.” says Richard, handing me the sandwich, which I take with no hesitation.

“You are my saviour.” I say as I take a bite and moan. God, this sandwich is delicious. Well, even if you

give me the sandwich that tastes the worst I will still be grateful because I was that hungry not only

because I missed my lunch but also because I have used my brain so much to complete this project.

I have to do everything to get this deal not only because it benefits our company but if our client didn’t

like my design, it will cause us so much loss since half of the stuff we use now is from the advance they

gave. Like the computer I have on my desk. Till one week ago I didn’t even have a computer and was

using a paper. Even though I am still using paper and pencil, I have a computer just to keep everything

in check and safe. I am old school at that one I like using pen and pencil and scan it to store it in the

computer rather than drawing using the tablet I have which by the way I have never used, hell; I don’t

even know where it is. I think I gave it to- mmm. My thoughts were distracted by the hands on my

shoulder. “I think you could use some massage. You seem so tensed.”