I Swear, Let Me Love You Again

NATHAN’S POV.

I sat at my desk, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the sprawling city below. The bright lights of the city were dazzling, but the view was mine alone, from my perch at the top of the skyscraper. I felt like the king of the world, surveying my domain from my lofty position.

I took a sip out of my black coffee which contained about three tea spoons of sugar in order to energize me for the day. I hadn’t gotten adequate rest due to the large deal we had just been given.

The King Industries was one of the biggest construction companies in the country and being able to attend two contracts on the job of constructing a new mall and a large duplex was appealing. Though it generated lots of revenue and the team was already working on it, I couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied.

I was following in the footsteps of a great man and I couldn’t afford to allow the board members to doubt a single move I make or any proposal I make. So I was quite careful but determined to retain the pride of our company by constructing every single infrastructure both for the good of the country and companies.

“Good morning sir.” My secretary, Lisa, greeted me walking into the office. I gave her a head nod in response, placing my cup of coffee on my large wooden table next to the pile of documents.

“Sir, you would be having a meeting with the marketing team for the CSR project in about 20 minutes. After which, Mr Liam has set a meeting with you stating that he had to book a meeting just so he can talk to his best bud.” I rolled my eyes at the last part as she ran down my further activities of the day.

“Thank you Lisa.” She gave me a baffled expression before masking it up. I couldn’t blame her, I didn’t usually respond nor utter a single word or gesture in response.

Today I felt a bit elated but just the single thought of her being gone and the bittersweet feeling of being utterly alone in the midst of all this chaos crossed my mind and my mood deflated.

“You’re welcome sir. If you will excuse me sir.” I nodded in response and she gracefully walked out the office.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

As soon as she closed the door behind her, I scrolled through the documents of the CSR project which we were having meetings for.

I glanced at my black Patek wristwatch noticing it was about five minutes to the meeting. I rose to my feet and headed towards the board room where the meeting was about to take place.

Every morning while I headed to a meeting, flashbacks of Lydia reminding me to grab a bite or encourage me to have a nice day flashed through my mind. Guilt and an utter sense of apology often followed wincing at how I would simply dismiss her or send her call to voicemail.

I shook it off and adjusted my black suit which I have often heard the employees gossiping about,

If I had lost my wife or a kid? Or a relative due to my regular choice of color. As usual I would remain silent and ignore it all. I was simply glad the news of my divorce wasn’t everywhere but knowing the media and my mother, it wouldn’t take too long.

“Good morning Mr King.” The marketing team chorused as soon as I entered into the room. I gave a head nod taking a seat at the black chair.

“So let’s begin.” I didn’t need any formalities, I wanted to delve in at once. As the head of the marketing team began with the presentation, everyone glanced from her to me once in a while.

The project was simply the company constructing an orphanage home in order to boost the image of the company. I was down for it but I needed to listen to the cost, partner and idea for publicity.

“With the construction of the orphanage home for the kids, the King Industry still remains relevant and the heartthrob of the society. Obviously the company cares about the ki-”

“Delve into the cost.” I cut her off, annoyed at her continuous repetition. She flipped using the remote control to arrive at the page in the projector where the page was.

Suddenly, three phones dinged loudly simultaneously and three ladies apologized at the interruption.

“With the gross income which the company is likely to attain from just publicity, we are staring at over a million. But with over 25 million for the construction.” As she explained, I nodded, flipping through the documents with heavy debate. Until a loud gasp interrupted us all.

“I’m so sorry sir and ma’am.” A lady with full black hair and a tan skin tone hurriedly apologized, setting down her phone.

“You keep distracting us, Ms?” I began raising my head up from the document presented and the fear in her eyes twinkled.

“Chr.. Christina Tall.. tallman.” She stammered out rising to her feet and bowing her head down in respect.

“I’m so sorry, but this news sir might seem to interest you.” I scrunch my face and every single person was taken aback just by the look on their face you could tell.

“Excuse me?” I jerked my head forward, shutting the presentation file. She pursed her lips handing me her phone, I almost laughed at her bravery. Unbeknownst to her, I could literally smash her phone for her lack of work ethics.

My amused facial expression fell when I saw the news which was obviously trending everywhere.

I kept an emotionless face observing the anticipation of the workers in the room while I muttered, “Oh Fuck.”

Handing her her phone back, I gave a tip-lipped smile and said, “Let’s proceed.”