Chapter 1843: For you, my love.
Chapter 1843: For you, my love.
[Pierson Corporation]
“Mr. Atlas Bennet?”
Allen furrowed his brows, spotting a delivery guy at the entrance of his office. But what surprised him most was what the delivery guy was holding.
“What is it?” he asked, approaching the man. He paused and gazed down at the huge bouquet in the man’s arms.
“You’re Mr. Atlas Bennet?” the delivery guy asked.
“No, but I’m his assistant. He’s in a meeting right now, so I can accept the delivery.”
“Okay.” The delivery guy simply shoved the bouquet to Allen, who instinctively hugged it. “Please sign here.”
“Uh…” Confused, Allen mindlessly signed the paper, and the delivery guy didn’t waste a second before leaving.
Watching him go, Allen’s brows knitted even more. He gazed down at the bouquet with confusion.
“Did he order this?” he wondered to himself. “But who’s he going to give this to?”
Allen mulled over it, but even after racking his brain for any love interest, he couldn’t remember anyone. Atlas was… well, he was Atlas. And with that kind of character, Allen was already feeling sad about his boss’s future.
“I guess I’ll just have to ask him,” he told himself. “Maybe it’s for his mother or Miss Penny or Miss Nina.”
Although Mother’s Day was over, and there was no reason for him to send Penny flowers, Nina was a strong possibility. After all, Nina’s wedding was being finalized, and she would get married soon. So, it could be a congratulatory gift… who knows?
As Allen marched toward Atlas’s office, some of his colleagues perked up.
“Sir Allen, whose flowers are those for?” one of the female employees asked curiously.
Her question earned more looks from the others.
“Are you pursuing someone?”
“Sir Allen, you’re single!?”
Allen laughed awkwardly as he waved dismissively.
“It’s not for me,” he said. “And please, keep quiet.”
Everyone in the department looked at each other, then set their eyes on Allen. They followed their boss’s figure with their gaze, watching him enter Atlas’s office.
“That’s… that’s for Sir Atlas?” one of the female employees froze, wide-eyed. “Seriously?”
“Did he receive it? Or did he order it to give to someone?”
“But isn’t he—” one of them bit her tongue as she earned everyone’s look. She didn’t dare continue what everyone already knew: Atlas’s preferences.
After all, not long ago, rumors of Atlas and Zoren being romantically involved had been circulating in the company. But then, somehow, this narrative became a love triangle because apparently, Dean Pierson was interested in Atlas.
The most interesting part of all? Zoren’s wife was just a cover story to hide the fact that he was into… men.
No one dared speak a word, knowing that if it reached Atlas, they’d be dead. But the way they looked at each other, they already knew one thing.
“Did you get a good look at the flower?” the employees asked each other in hushed whispers.
Why? Because they had to keep a close eye on where that bouquet would go.
—
When Allen placed the bouquet in Atlas’s office, he didn’t think much about it. He returned to his work to finish some of his tasks, but when he caught Atlas returning, he quickly abandoned his own office and rushed to his boss.
Atlas paused just as he twisted the knob of his office, turning his head. There, standing nervously beside him, was Allen.
“Calling in sick now?” Atlas asked coldly.
“Hehe. Sir, it’s not that,” Allen nervously responded, gulping as Atlas resumed his steps.
The second Atlas stepped into his office, his eyes caught the bouquet he had ordered, placed on the coffee table. He approached it quietly, picking it up. The corners of his mouth curled up into a subtle smile.
Seeing this, Allen suspiciously walked to the side. He narrowed his eyes, studying Atlas’s side profile.
’Is he smiling?’ he asked himself. ’I see him smiling—he is smiling?! Why!?’
“They’re perfect,” Atlas whispered, nodding in satisfaction as he stared at the arrangement.
“Uh… ahem!” Allen coughed to get his attention. “Sir? Those flowers… who… are you going to give them to?”
Atlas fluttered his eyelashes ever so tenderly at him, smirking. He didn’t answer, but that very small yet diabolical smirk told Allen so many diabolical things. After all, Allen had worked for Atlas long enough to know that his boss was downright diabolical.
Why would everyone fear him if he weren’t?
Atlas checked his wristwatch before he said, “Right on time.”
Having said that, he took the bouquet with him and walked out. Allen, whom he had just walked past, perked up.
“Wa—wait!” Allen stuttered, jogging to follow his boss. “Sir, where are you going with those flowers?”
But Atlas didn’t answer.
Meanwhile, everyone in the department raised their heads over the cubicle the second they saw Atlas walking out of his office with the flowers. The moment Atlas was out of the department, they all took out their phones and quickly sent messages to their group chats from other departments.
After all, if they wanted to find out who Atlas was going to give those flowers to, then they needed more eyes and ears.
Little did they know, they didn’t have to exert such effort.
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In the elevator, Atlas took his phone out and dialed someone. Allen stood behind him, eyeing him suspiciously. After a second, Atlas spoke.
“Come back to the office,” said Atlas to the phone. “You left something—no, now.”
After saying that, he ended the call, leaving Allen staring at him with wide eyes. The latter wanted to ask who that was for, but he also knew he wouldn’t get an answer. At least, not right now, but soon.
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Meanwhile, outside the Pierson Corporation…
“Come back to the office. You left something—no, now.”
Dean hissed as he glared daggers at his phone. Atlas had just called him and hung up on him.
“Did he think he’s my boss or what?” he grumbled, taking a step toward the car waiting for him outside. But then, he thought Atlas wouldn’t call him for nonsense.
“Fine, damn it,” he relented, clicking his tongue as he turned on his heel.
Dean walked back into the building, one hand casually in his pocket, his other hand still holding his phone. But as he was in the middle of the lobby, he suddenly caught sight of Atlas from the elevator’s direction.
Atlas was carrying a bouquet, making those in the lobby pause and look in his direction.
“I don’t feel good about this,” Dean whispered to himself, taking a careful step back. “He better not—shit, he’s heading this way.”
And just as he predicted, Atlas stopped a step from him in the middle of the building’s lobby. Allen, who was stopping beside his boss, paled.
’He’s not… he’s not planning to…’ The rest of Allen’s thoughts trailed off because Atlas suddenly handed the flowers to Dean.
“For you…” Atlas’s eyelids drooped dangerously, drawing out the rest of his words. “… my love.”