It's been a week since I came back home. I figured I'll stay here and try to get some things in their order and place while I'm at it. I hate saying it and I hate admitting it even more, but I love my job. I love how I have a big family of coworkers and all of them respect the living crap out of me. I never asked them to treat me with respect or to even like me. They just chose to be very nice and understanding with me.

I got the invitation for the Royal dinner in the mail last night and it said to bring a plus one. The problem is I didn't ask Marcus. I don't even think he'll want to go. I guess I'll ask him during work and see how that goes. I put on my suit jacket and I head down to my car. My briefcase in hand. I can't deny I don't think about her. I guess I just need to suck it up. It will be fine. I'm really hoping so. I arrive at my office building and go to park in my spot when I see a car already parked there. Who let his person park there? It literally says V.I.P's only. I guess I'll park somewhere else. Thankfully I found a place close enough. I got into the elevator and was met with a very handsome man.

"Good morning." he says kindly. His voice is deep and I can tell from his stance that he isn't insecure or anything.

"Morning." I say shortly. I avoid his gaze.

"I just arrived here and I don't know where I need to go really. Could you help me?" He asks

"Sure, do you have any idea where you need to go? Or perhaps do you know who you need to see?" I ask

"I can't remember the persons name. I just know the number of their office. A94." He says

"That would be my office." I say smiling at him.

"Oh...OH, I apologize for my impoliteness my name is Alex Dentré." He says offering a hand to shake.

"Lena Adams nice to meet you." I say shaking his hand firmly

"Wait so your name is on the building?" He asks

"Yes. Well my family name really. This was my fathers company. I inherited it after he passed away." I say

"I'm sorry to hear that." he says

"It's alright, follow me." I say as the doors open.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be here in a minute. I just need my paperwork. Would you like coffee or some tea?" I offer.

"Coffee would be nice, black with no sugar." He adds

Ok psychopath

"Okay. I'll be back." I say and walk to Marcus's office. I need the paperwork to know what is happening with this man. I don't know why he is here. Maybe I do I just don't remember what for. Marcus gives me a folder with everything and I walk back to my office.

He is sat comfortably in the chair on the other end of my desk. There are two cups on the table. One his I presume.

"Thank you for the coffee." he says

"You're welcome. Now what can I help you with?" I ask him

"I heard of your projects and I wanted to propose an idea. I want to start a project with you in Italy. I know you may be thinking that this project is not worth your time. But believe me when I say I wouldn't have came here if I didn't think it was worth your time." He says

"Whats the purpose of this project? Is there a benefit for the people there? Talk to me about it." I say leaning back in my chair.

"Well you see this is esencially a project for the people. We want to build a center for people with different kinds of disabilities. As well as people who have certain deficits and set backs. There are centres there but they are not affordable."

"Why are you so interested in building that centre in Italy specifically?" I ask him

"I want to start there. I went over analytics and the worst cases were in Italy. I want to start it there. If the project is a success we can make it in all kinds of countries that are below or above Italy." he says

"Alright. How about I go over this with my team and I get back to you? I mean I can decide whether we'll go on with the project or not. I just don't want to make a mistake when it does come to decide." I say straightening my posture .

"I understand Miss Adams and I appreciate your honesty. This project won't be funded by you only so I wouldn't stress about that either." He says

"Money is not the issue. I can fully supply this project with no issue. I don't want to spend money on things that are less needed." I say

"I know and I've seen the last project you did in Palestine. What you and your team did is truly heroic. I know it may seem it pointless when you compare it to that..-"

"Who said I'll be comparing it to that? Mr. Dentré with all due respect I am not that shallow nor do I look at projects like money opportunities." I say

"I'm glad we're on the same page then." He says

"I am too. Here is my contact information. I would love it if you reached out first maybe tomorrow? Then we could discuss over the phone so you don't have to come down here again." I say giving him my business card.

"Thank you Ms Adams. I'm glad you took the time to have a conversation with me. I can't be more thankful than I am right now." he says getting up.

"No problem Ms Dentré you're allowed to ask me whataver you'd want answered. It is totally fine."

"Here is the project plan. I hope it doesn't end up in the grabage." He says smiling at me

"I hope so too." I say and offer a hand for him to shake.

He shakes my hand and looks me dead in the eyes. Wow he has gorgoues eyelashes. Just wow. I don't think I've seen a prettier man in my life.

"I'm glad this company doesn't only have a beautiful boss, but also an intelligent one." he says walking to the door. Is he hitting on me?

"Thank you. I'll always gladly take compliments on my intellectual abilities rather my looks." I say smiling back at him.

"Have a good work day." He says and leaves. I sit down on my chair and feel my cheeks start to burn. I don't know when was the last time someone openly hit on me or even complimented me like he did right now. I bet it is his business tactic. He wants to woo me before I even read what he has in the folder. That must be it. It had to I mean who would hit on me?

I shake those thoughts away and turn on my computer. I need to answer a lot of e mails today. I also have calls I need to make. I forwarded all of my calls to my team. I don't like taking them because most of the time the people can't stay professional and just get on with it. They always have questions like the press. I don't mind talking about my projects because they are all my babies. I just get tired from it all.

"Lena you have to see this." Marcus runs into my office holding a tablet. He hands it to me and presses play.

"Last night a fire happened in one of the new factories that are build in the out skirts of town. It is rumoured that one of those factories belong to the Adams Family organization. There were no injured nor was there any deaths but the building is in ashes. The authorities are investigating the fire now, it seems there was a leakage of gas in the building. A call from a bystander was the saviour grace since there was another factory only 10 yards away. The crime scene is still under investigation and there are no visitors aloud in the compound. Policemen are placed in every entrance and will stay there until it is all cleared. This is Angela with CNN."

I stay there in shock. The video showed a drone image of my factory. The one I planned on opening the next week. It was complete. I wanted to make new apparel for the foundation and what better location than New York.

"What are we going to do now?" Marcus asks

"Pack your bags. I'm calling you a jet to take you to New York right now." I say picking up my phone.

"What me?! I can't do press what if they have questions?" He panics

"Marcus you can take Thomas if you want to. I just need you to be calm right now. I trust you and I know you can do this. Alright?" I say

"I don't need a babysitter. I just thought you'd go for this." He says

"I have work here that doesn't stop." I say

"Or you just aren't ready to go back after a few days?" he asks

"Could you please go Marcus?" I ask him

"Sure. I'll book a hotel right away." He says

"No need for that. Here are the keys to my place and my car. I left it in the garage. The pass code is 0-9-0-4." I say handing him the keys.

"I can't Lena. You drive an Audi Q7." He says handing back my car key

"What you don't like it?" I ask confused.

"No, it is the opposite really. I just don't want to crash it." he says looking away.

"Then you won't, and if you do, no worries. It's wouldn't be the first time my car gets crushed." I say smiling at him.

"Fine. I'll head home to pack." He says defeated.

"See was that so hard? Oh and pack a lot of clothes. We don't know what is going on over there." I say to him.

"Okay. Is there anything else before I go?" he asks

"Umm.. Oh yes here. This is my business card. I use it for work and things like that. You can use it while you're there." I say handing him the red card. Which was once used for Scarlett. Damn it stings but it has to be done..

"Thank you. I'll leave now." he says and hugs me.

"Good luck. I'll text you the flight information." I say to him

"Alright, bye." He says and leaves my office.

Can I get a bloody break for one in ny god damn life? I just broke my own heart last week. Now I have to fix some stupid building I built for my stupid company that pays stupid bills for thousands of people. Ugh. Sometimes this job, this position is tiresome. I get exhausted and I feel a huge amount of pressure on me, all the time. I am responsible for so many people that I feel like I'll explode.

After my parents passed away suddenly I made a plan for just in case. I put it in a folder in my safe. It is basically a plan for the company. Who will run it, who will be in charge of anything and everything. I know there is a small possibility of me actually dying. But it is good to have a plan. Unlike what my parents did to me. They never expected for me to inherit the company. I guess this is gods way of making fun of the situation since I'm the last person they would want to be the face of the company.

I sent over the flight information to Marcus and I opened my laptop. I need another screen. I have some back to back work to finish so I guess today is the day where I'll be in my office.

I guess I was right because that is exactly how my day went. I had lunch in the office and went home around 7 pm. I was so tired that I didn't even have dinner. I had a shower and headed to bed. I can't deal with anyone today. Thankfully Miriam and Richard understood and didn't take it to heart when I was quiet with them. They always knew how stressful this job could get.