Chapter 2: Guys in Sweatpants

Danielle was advised by the attending front desk named Cathy to go straight to her scheduled meeting and internship briefing on the fortieth floor with the Vice President of the in-house legal department, Mrs. Grace Peterson.

Along with the other employees starting their day at work, she waited for the lift. As much as she wants to admire the company facilities, she can’t. She could hear her heart pounding louder as the lift moves up. The thought of meeting the legal department Vice-President makes her nervous. She sighed and went out of the lift when it opened on the fortieth floor.

She slightly straightened her knee-length maroon crepe wrap dress, clipped her red wavy hair behind her ears and started walking towards the receiving area.

A young woman in her crisp ash gray skirt suit and blonde hair pulled up in a clean bun stood up behind the desk. "Miss Danielle Summers?"

"Yes." She looked at her with a slight smile.

"This way please." Danielle followed her passing by the white-walled hallway and a few frosted glass conference rooms and finally halting in front of the white elegantly carved two-door entrance. Cathy knocked on the door twice and they both heard a female voice answering, “Come in.”

Cathy faced her with a smile. “She’s ready to see you now."

She nodded. She took a deep breath after the woman left before she opened the door to let herself in.

A middle-aged woman with a gray pixie cut hair and wearing a cream white belted peplum sheath dress looked up from the paperwork on her hand and smiled. "Good morning, Miss Summers."

"Good morning, Mrs. Peterson!" She greeted and took her offered hand in hers for a brief handshake.

"Please sit down." Mrs. Peterson gestured her hand to the seat in front of her desk.

"Thank you.”Danielle smiled as she sits down.

“So, today is your first day, we will be briefing you with the company policies and internship-to-employment program. And by the end of the day, you should be familiar with your work responsibilities and work areas. We will also have you sign some paperwork and non-disclosure agreement regarding your internship..."

Danielle felt relieved meeting Mrs. Peterson, her warm and approachable character radiated all throughout her pep talk. All she did was nod in agreement and answered in short and straight responses to Mrs. Peterson’s questions.

She is only on her first day and she already feels it will be a great eighteen-month long internship for her!

Or so she hopes.

••••••

It is thirty minutes before five and she's done for the day. She was introduced to her immediate supervisor and mentor, Mrs. Hillary Jacobs, a middle-aged brunette corporate lawyer, and working as the Head of the legal team's internship program of Neumann Holdings Corporation. Mrs. Jacobs was the one who discussed her internship and supervised the signing of the internship non-disclosure agreement.

She then had lunch at the cafeteria and decided to call Dylan who asked about her morning meeting. They exchanged a few stories and ended the call reminding him to pick her up at five.

After having lunch, she went to the 39th floor as advised by Mrs. Jacobs for her to meet her colleagues and other interns at the legal department.

She was then paired up with a legal team personnel named Reina Ross, a blonde woman in her late twenties, she's a graduate of legal management and she works at Neumann for five years starting as an intern.

"See you tomorrow, Danielle!" Reina waved goodbye as Danielle stood up from her desk next to hers.

"See you, Reina!" She went to the powder room to retouch. She tied her red hair up in a messy bun leaving her choppy bangs on her face before she heads out.

It's fifteen minutes before five and she's not received a message from Dylan about picking her up. So, she decided to wait for him at a coffee shop nearby.

She sent him a message while walking towards the entrance of the coffee shop. She reached out to push the door open while her eyes are glued to her phone screen. She tried to push again but it doesn’t open.

She looked up when she felt there's something different, a good different, with the glass door. Only to realize she's in front of this towering guy wearing a gray shirt and sweatpants, black running shoes and a baseball cap while holding a cup of iced coffee in his right hand.

Her eyes widened after finally getting a better look on his face when he lowered his gaze.

He's that same guy this morning! I’ll never forget those deep-set eyes and it’s still piercing through me! What is he upset about now? Why do I always bump into him?

He raised his left eyebrow, the look on his face seem to try to remember where he saw her. He cleared his throat and looked down past her face.

Danielle followed the direction of his gaze. Her mouth parted slowly and her cheeks went red when she realized her hand is resting on his shirt, feeling his washboard abs underneath his shirt.

Feeling like she's electrocuted, she immediately took her hand away from him although it honestly felt good touching that part of his body.

She probably looks like a rotten tomato right now, blushing like a teenager. “S—sorry. I—"

"Are you?" He scoffed, his deep voice sounded sexy.

Oh my! Boy, am I in trouble? He’s not only handsome but he also got that sexy voice?! Her inner slutty muse suddenly attentive after hearing his deep voice.

“What? I was—” Her forehead creased. Am I sorry? Of course! I wouldn’t say that if I wasn’t. I didn’t mean to touch his chiseled stomach! I was trying to push the door! Did he think it was intentional?

"Save it—" He looked at her company ID. "—Miss Danielle Summers. This may not be the last time you'll see me or... touch me."

She felt chills on the back of her neck. She swallowed hard while her slutty self is feeling excited about touching him again.

He walked past her and went straight to his jet black Porsche Cayenne Turbo car, giving her one last glance before closing the door.