The breeze tangled my hair as Parker dragged me along, his eyes glancing behind me as we approached McDonalds.

I lead the way and pulled him with me to get in line, he muttered under his breath as he continued to stare at the menu.

The cashier greeted us with a smile, her façade was cheery but her eyes looked otherwise. "Hi! welcome to McDonalds! what would be your order ma'am?"

"I'll just have nuggets and fries, a strawberry sundae on the side please" She nodded and proceeded to hand me my receipt as I paid

"How about you? I'll look for seats while you order" I tapped Parker on the shoulder before walking away, waving behind as I searched for an empty spot.

I sat down and checked the time, we had an hour to finish our food before our break was over. I looked over and saw Parker heading for our spot carrying our food.

He sat down and handed me my tray. "Thanks, took you long enough" I sipped on my drink as he chuckled. "The cashier kept on asking for my number, it was really awkward" I choked on my drink and glared at him teasingly, he laughed and swiped some fries off my tray.

"Stop that, you have your own food" I covered my food with my arms, likened to a mother protecting its children. He laughed and taunted me. "You're only embarrassing yourself" I rolled my eyes and shoved some fries in my mouth.

We had casual conversation, some topics were a bit random but he was quirky. He set off some flirtatious replies and I simply shrugged them off, telling him how lame his lines were. I chugged my drink and sighed in relief, casually checking if my makeup was still intact.

I got up and took my bag. "I'm going to freshen up, give me 5 minutes" He turned to me and pouted, I smacked him on the shoulder and laughed. "It's not that long, you're so impatient" He whined and grunted. "But you women always take so long in the bathroom" I stuck my tongue out and waved him off as I headed for the washroom.

My makeup was still okay, I applied some color to my lips and patted a bit of powder to my nose and washed my hands. I dried them off and swung my bag over my shoulders as I stepped out.

I paused, waiting and cautious. I hid behind the wall near the window and peaked. What was he doing here? That man, standing still outside the building and obviously looking for me. His head turned to my direction and I caught the slightest hint of a grin on his lips.

I panicked, a cold shiver slithering up my spine. That was the guard at the building, always accompanying Mr. Sanchez. What do I do? Maybe he's just here to eat? That grin was creepily hinted at me, he was here on his orders.

I hastily walked to the table, Parker was mindlessly scrolling on his phone when I tapped him on the shoulder. "I'm done, we can go now"

He turned to look at me and stopped, his brows furrowing in concern. "Hey what happened? You look pale, are you alright?" I smiled, a sad attempt to lighten the mood. "I'm fine really, I just got worried that my makeup was smudged" He stood up and blocked my view from the man outside, his body too close for personal space.

"Come on, it's okay" His hand grazed my arm, warmth rippling on my skin. I heaved a breath and smiled genuinely. "Thanks, let's go"

He ruffled my hair, chuckling in amusement as he trotted to the exit. I attempted to fix my messed up hair and chased after him.

The wind tangled my hair as I stepped out, scanning the area for that annoying blonde. I glanced both sides as I continued my search in the parking lot. "Once I get my hands on you, I'll turn your hair into an afro-"

My vision swayed as my body lunged to the side, Instinct told me to scream when a hand prevented me. "Hey, hey it's me" I stopped and relief washed over me, feeling my heart pound in my chest as Parker leaned and tilted his head to the side. "I don't think he's here anymore"

I spotted the area where the man was standing before, but he was nowhere to be seen. How did Parker know? I didn't really tell him about it-

"That man was staring at you as I left you inside, he also looked familiar since he was always around the boss" I was shocked, he picked it up quickly even if I didn't tell him. I smiled and fiddled with my fingers. "Thank you, even if we're still aquaintanted with each other, you managed to save me back there"

He smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder, warmth escaping from his touch. "No problem, I really don't mind"

We walked to the car and we drove off, managing to make it on time as break was almost over. I waved goodbye to Parker as we separated ways.

I plopped down on my chair, swinging it around before noticing the white small box on my desk. I sat up and tilted my head as I squinted my eyes to the note attached.

My tuxedo has been finished, please proceed to my tailor's shop and have Derek accompany you by 1:30. Once returned leave it in my office and you can finish the 10 page document that needs to be re-written by Monday.

-Mr. Sanchez

I checked the time and sprinted to the elevators, my bag clutched in my hand and my phone and the note on the other. Derek was already waiting at the front, obviously impatient.

"We're going to be late, come on we need to hurry"

I was exhausted, the drive was long and it took us 8 hours to get there, it was secluded in the next city, we had trouble finding directions since Derek was also new and barely remembered the turns.

I stretched my legs as we stepped out of the car, Derek opening the door for me as I thanked him. My eyes adjusted to the bright glow of the store's banner. Sanchez Suits, they didn't have to make it too obvious, and why did it have to be located so far away?

The door chimed as we entered, the air had lingering scents of freshly made cloth and fabric, the store was modern and simple, designs were few with tapestry of cloth hanging on the walls, samples of suits displayed on the sides. A man in his forties was sitting on the chair next to the counter, his eyes focused intently on the newspaper he was reading.

"Excuse me" His eyes caught mine as we approached, a smile tugging on his lips. "Good evening, which suit will be picked up?"

He was wearing a grey turtleneck with matching black pants, he looked tired and frustrated, how could he be tired when his shop was secluded and had no customers? I chose not to pry and just told him what I was asked to do.

"For Mr. Sanchez" He raised a brow and chuckled under his breath, finding me amusing. "This shop is exclusively for the Sanchez family, which one of them?"

I wanted to shudder at my own stupidity, I didn't really think that through. "Dave Sanchez please" He nodded and strolled off, returning back with a huge box and placing it on the counter. "Send my regards to your boss, do tell him if he needs some adjustments"

I thanked him and took the box, Derek had already walked away to start the car as I carried the box outside.

My legs were shaking, stiff from the long drive and struggling to carry the box. It was big enough to cover my view from my footing so I was careful in each step.

The stairs were only six steps and I was down to the 4 remaining, my limbs were shaking so bad that I managed to step on the wrong footing and stumbled. The box flew from my hands and dropped to the floor, my elbows and knees scraping as I hissed through the pain.

"Ms. Velasco!" Derek's voice echoed in my head, my ears were ringing as the sore spots tingled with pain. I struggled to sit up as he approached, he helped me to the car and sat me down on the seat, I grunted and apologized repeatedly as he said nothing. "I'm really sorry, my legs were shaking so bad"

He took out the kit and dropped some antiseptic on the cotton swabs. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have let you carry the whole thing by yourself, this might sting a little" He patted the cotton on my wounds as I gritted my teeth, hissing and clenching my fist.

"Thanks anyway, it wasn't your fault that I was clumsy" I chuckled and he did so as well, the tension dissipating as he finished to treat me. "I'm just glad that you didn't bump your head, boss would be so mad if something happened to you"

I scrunched my brows, curious as to what he meant. He halted, eyes widening in the slightest like he wasn't supposed to say that. He lowered his gaze and packed up the kit and returned to the driver's seat.

He was silent and tense, the air was thick with tension as he averted his gaze from me as I observed him, he never took his eyes off the road as I wondered what he meant.

Those thoughts kept me occupied and played on repeat like a broken record, countless theories filling my mind before I drifted off to sleep.