At Frost Corporation
The sun shine through the open floor to ceiling windows. Zach was back in his office, buried in a mountain of work as though he had not dealt with some while he was home. He had a concentrative face as he read through a file, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, before he removed them to cross-check with whatever was on his computer. The man was in his own world, so focused he had practically eliminated the noise coming from the streets of the city. But he was not too gone to not hear the knock that resounded from his door.
"Come in", he answered, eyes still glued to his computer. He heard the door close and from his peripheral view, saw the person walking in. He was about to ignore when he saw what was in their hands and a smile quickly made it's way to his lips.
"Where do I put this, sir?" Gomez asked and Zach pointed at the coffee table. He did as told before exiting the office. Immediately, Zach called his fianc??.
"That was quick, did you get your lunch?" Amy answered on the second ring.
"Mm", he answered, getting up from his seat to go have a look. "I just did. Thank you."
"Eat it while it's hot", she reminded.
"Yes ma'am. How are you? And Roserie?"
"We're fine. She just fell asleep. How's the food babe? Did you try it?" She egged on.
He chuckled and sat down to try it and of course, it was mouth watering until he realized something. "Did you make this yourself?"
"Why? Is it bad? I swear it tastes just fine!" She said in a panic.
"No, it's tastes good. But darling, did you forget the doctor's orders", he gently reminded.
"Babe I can't even do anything, not even look at my computer until I'm in the clear!" She whined. "And if I've gone against his orders, in my defense, I wanted to make my man something to eat on his first day at work. It's justified."
Zach chuckled at her cuteness, "What will I do with you?"
"You'll just know what in two weeks", she whispered huskily.
Taking the hint, he dropped his fork and leaned back in his seat, rubbing a thumb on his lower lip before he too replied in that seductive tone. "Hmmm, you miss it, don't you?"
"I do", she replied shyly. He could almost picture the blush on her cheeks in that moment.
"Since we're already ignoring doctor's orders, should I come home and break some more rules?"
"Zachery!" She whined in a muffled voice. She was probably pressing her face in a pillow or something.
"What do you miss the most?" He probbed after a chuckle.
"You know..... it."
"Tell me. What's it?" He had on a smile wondering what her response would be.
"Your warrior!" She said after mastering up courage immediately making him laugh.
"Baby, is it so hard for you to say? Is dick too hard for you?" His lips curved up at the double entendre and he heard her groan. "How about wood?" She groaned again in protest but he went on suggesting names she could use much to her dismay.
"Tool."
"Member."
"Manhood."
"Shaft."
"Or my personal favorite, cock."
"Zachery!" She would probably die from embarrassment and his shamelessness.
"Or we can settle for what it's actually called, penis", he finished in all seriousness.
"I hate you right now", she said exasperatedly, sounding annoyed.
"And I love you and that tight little pu-" A knock interrupted him before he continued quietly. "You know where I was going with that. I have to go baby, someone's here."
"Give that person a raise!" She said almost breathlessly making him laugh. He didn't know she was fanning herself from his teasing but he knew how red she must have been. "I love you."
"I love you too." They said their goodbyes before he permitted the person to enter as he resumed eating. He looked up to see George walking over to join him on one of the sofas. "When did you come back?"
"This morning", George replied as he took a seat.
Like Zach, he had a suit on looking all formal, the only difference was Zach had hang his jacket over his seat, rolled up his shirt sleeves and loosened his tie. George gave him an odd look seeing him continue to eat.
"I need to eat while it's hot. Wife's orders", he explained. George nodded with an amused smile and as much as the food looked good, he knew Zach wouldn't share. It was from Amy after all. "How are things?" He asked after taking a sip of his water.
It sounded like a normal question between friends trying to catch up but George could tell from his tone that he meant something far from that. "The Thorntons are safe, we did a clean sweep of the area for any lingering threats and found nothing. I've assigned men to still keep a lookout."
Still, with the King no longer in the picture, who knew what danger still lurked around the Thornton's. And it had only been so long since the King was taken down. Zach didn't want to rule out any possibilities. It was better to be safe than sorry.
Zach nodded, "Good."
"There's something else I want to talk to you about", George continued after a second of silence.
Zach wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin having finally cleared his containers clean. He neatly closed the kids, put them away before he washed down his meal with water and finally relaxed in his seat, like a boss. Now that he had his full attention, George suddenly grew nervous in Zach's powerful presence. With the latter's arch of a brow, he could only man up and bring up the issue.
"I wanted to request that you grant me the permission to oversee the hotel construction in West Village as your P.A", he said in one breath.
"No."
George was baffled. Maybe he should've taken the honest route and simply say he wants to be close to his girlfriend. But this would be a good idea because it would mean he would taken on Zach's job to visit. It's literally taking one thing off his list, but he said no?
"You can't do that as my P.A", Zach continued. He reached for a leather covered folder from a cabinet beside him and gave it to him. "I know it's a job you wanted to have but I always felt you're worth a lot more than that. You're good at anything you get your hands on. So how about a change in job position?"
George's face was full of shock as he read through the contents. "You're appointing me as the manager of the hotel?"
In other words, the C.E.O. Zach simply nodded. "You do a lot for not just the company but for me as well. We're practically family and I know I abuse you a little, it's time I paid you back. This is nothing compared to what you do for me but it's the least I can do for you."
George's mouth remained hanging, he had no words to say. Zach's lips lifted into a smile as he stood up and stretched out his hand. "Congratulations."
George dumbfoundedly stood up and shook it, but still unable to fully comprehend what just happened. He was appointed C.E.O of the new hotel. He asked for a step, Zach gave him a mile and a whole lot more.
"Th-Thank you. I don't know what to say Zach. I mean sir. Shit! Sorry!! I don't know what to say man!"
"You will be glad to know that the board supported this decision. All that's left is your inauguration. I have faith in you and I expect nothing less than the best from you."
"I won't disappoint, that I promise", George vowed with a determined look in his eyes.
Zach's lips had a smile on feeling satisfied with George's response. The latter felt it was surreal. He looked back at the details in the folder, everything was there. All that was needed was his signature. A rhythmic knock was heard before the door swung open that finally snapped George out of his trance.
"Brothers of mine!"
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