Argh! This is why I hate going to the club. No matter how much fun and amazing it was, the next day is definitely hangover. As I swallowed the pill and moved outside my room, I found Debbie and Steff still in their slumber. We had a wild party yesterday.

Sundays for me are stocking day. I stock up the grocery and keep everything ready, from my dresses to the stationary, for the coming week. That way, it's much simpler and cheaper. Even though I'd love to eat every day in the classy French restaurant where Mr. Grumpy took me to, the truth was I could not afford it. The lunch reminded me of how Mr. Grumpy became distant at the mention of marriage. I immediately pulled my laptop and entered his name in the internet search. A lot of search results came within a fraction of a second.

'Humph, I can't read all of this.'

The next step was to do an image search with his name. A lot of pictures too.

'Hmm, a very public family then.'

I found his picture with a lot of gorgeous women. Each one was more beautiful than the other. I clicked on this picture which mentioned a marriage rumor. A picture with an elegantly dressed woman came forward. The woman was stunning. The message read:

'Famous billionaire and scion of Holden Enterprises, Alexander Holden with his rumoured girlfriend Regina Peterson, made their appearance at the launch of their new casino, The Crystal Dragon, in Las Vegas. A little birdie tells us that wedding bells are ringing for this popular couple. However, the company's Public Relations declined to comment on the same. Let's wait and watch for the confirmation from the love birds.'

I checked the date and the article was about a year and a half old. He did tell me that he was in China for the past one year which means something would've happened just before his China tour.

'Maybe she cheated him' my mind said.

'Or maybe he cheated her. You never know!' But somehow I was not happy with the second verdict. I finished my grocery trip. Once Debbie and Steff were awake, we just munched on food and watched the telly. I loved lazy Sundays. All I missed was my looong hot bath. Maybe next week then?

Monday was quick to come. As I reached my office at the usual time, I realized that Mr. Grumpy was already there. I wished him morning and placed his espresso onto the table. He just grunted which was also a cue for me to get out of the office. As I sat down on my chair, the intercom buzzed and I ran inside. Couldn't he tell me while I placed the Espresso?

"Where's Saturday's report, Ms. Wilson?" He glared at me.

"I'm working on it, Mr. Holden." I replied with a straight face. Was he serious? I just came to the office.

"Then work harder. Also, make sure that all the minutes are collated and submitted for approval. Get in touch with the construction engineer and get the action dates on each pointer." He yelled.

"Yes, Mr. Holden" I said as I hurriedly jotted the points in my notebook. After another ten minutes of barking instructions, he dismissed me. Phew! Looks like he was in a good mood.

This week was going to be just like last week. I was swamped with meetings, approvals, and documentation. But I made sure that I take lunch breaks at the right time. Just when I was leaving for my lunch break, Mr. Holden came out and was headed for the executive elevator.

"Where are you going?" Why should I tell him everything?

"Lunch Mr. Holden." I gestured towards my modest lunch. "Wouldn't you eat lunch?" He nodded.

"Martin will bring my lunch. Please take it and arrange it in the Chamber. I should be back in an hour." Without even waiting for my response, he got into the executive elevator and the doors shut. I wanted to shout that arranging lunch was Elsa's task but he was long gone. Anyways, how hard could it be to arrange the food?

Post my lunch break, I found his lunch on Elsa's table. I took the same and walked into the Chamber. Though I've been to the Chamber, it's not often that I go there. His lunch was literally a buffet spread but in less quantity. Lucky him, to get home-cooked food every day but I believe the rich and wealthy can get whatever they want to, can't they?.

I came back to my cabin and continued my work. I sometimes wonder how is he able to do so much of work? I'm finding it difficult just to follow it up. There were more meetings in the afternoon and evening. I hate these evening meetings. It simply means that my work would carry forward to the next day and piling work makes me feel uncomfortable.

In between, he would call me to his office to note down some important pointers which were to be sent to specific contractors. He was working a lot harder than Ethan. Ethan was a good leader and he trusted his employees to do their respective job. But that had caused some issues in the past when a contract was clinched by a competitor just because we couldn't file our documentation on-time. There was an uproar in the Board meeting. With Mr. Grumpy, I don't see that happening. He has tight control over everything that was happening.

On Wednesday evening, as usual, I took his favourite espresso and knocked on his door. I waited for the permission but there was no reply so I gently pushed the door. I walked inside to find an empty office.

'Hmm I didn't see him leaving the office.'

His jacket on still on the chair. 'Which means he is somewhere here. Maybe he went to the washroom?'

As I placed the Espresso on the table, I decided to wait for him. I had some doubts to be clarified about Tamaka Construction and Co. Five minutes stretched to ten and I still didn't see him anywhere.

'Maybe he's doing something in the Chamber?' I took the espresso and gently knocked on the door. It was not locked and a slight push opened it. I placed the espresso on the table and looked around for him.

There, behind the screen, on the bed, the mighty Alexander Holden was sleeping! As I walked closer to him, I could see the tired lines on his face. He looked so peaceful and definitely not grumpy. Three of his shirt's buttons were undone and I could see the lightly matted hair on his bronze chest. His chest was gently rising and falling. I held my breath. God! He is handsome. He is so fucking handsome!

'Stop checking him out and move now' instructed my mind. This is the second time I was checking him out while his eyes were closed. Before I could embarrass myself, I moved out of the room and tenderly closed the door exactly the same way it was. I let my breath out and dashed to my cabin to restart my work.

It was already five in the evening and I wasn't sure if he was awake. Should I notify him that I'm leaving for the day? The doubt regarding Tamaka Construction was still unresolved.

'Maybe I can just check the office and not go to the Chamber? Yes! That's a good idea.' I went and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in!" 'Ah! The devil is awake.'

As I pushed the door, I saw him going through some documents and then ruthlessly punching something on his laptop. I noticed that his shirt was buttoned up. I gulped as the image of him peacefully sleeping wafted through my head.

"Mr. Holden, I am leaving for the day but I had some doubts regarding the Tamaka Construction documentation."

"So why did you wait till now?" He was still looking at the laptop.

"I did want to ask but – but I couldn't find you in the office." That's true in a sense. I found him in the Chamber, isn't it?

He looked at me. The moment stretched. 'Oh God! Is there any camera in the Chamber? What if he saw me staring at him like a fucking lunatic? Shit!'

"If my coffee could find me then I'm sure you could have found me as well Ms. Wilson." He said while slowly taking a sip of his Espresso. He knew! He knew that I was in the Chamber. He knew that I saw him sleeping. Oh please! I just wanted the earth to swallow me alive.

"Email me the questions regarding Tamaka Construction and you may leave." With that he dismissed me. I literally ran out of his office. Dang! How could I be so stupid?

Mr. Grumpy didn't come to the office on Thursday and Friday. But that doesn't mean he was not working. If my assumption was right, he was working from various sites. Every two hours or so, I would get the minutes of meetings from a different contractor. There was a lot of follow up to be done.

Since Mr. Grumpy was not in the office, our CIA had a detailed meeting on Friday. We planned to meet in the Purple Lounge the next day. Brian and I had a good time last Saturday and he was very interested to meet me again. If you ask me, he is a pleasant guy. It's been a long time since Joe and I broke up. Joe has moved on so why shouldn't and couldn't I?

After my extended lunch, I came back to the office to find three more follow-ups which increased to seven as the clock struck five.

'Is this guy running around and conducting meetings? Now he'll ask me about the same on Monday morning!'

Despite skipping my coffee break, I was not able to collate data from even three meetings and that's when an idea struck me. What if I come tomorrow and finish off the work? Being a Saturday, there will be no one to distract me either.

Armed with this new plan, I decided to call it a day. I shut down my system. Elsa was waiting for me and we moved out together.

Weekend work! Here I come!