Sofia Rose stands straight, and raises her right hand to push her hair out of her face. She inhales deeply and takes out the key out of her purse.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I hope that nobody saw me run into the damn door. I hope that Mr. Bartz didn’t hear me. Oh my! What if he saw me in the surveillance monitor?”
She bites her lower lip, closing her eyes. The thick long black eyelashes rest against her flushed cheeks.
Okay, I’m okay. I don’t think that he did see me, well I fucking hope not. I have to get this over with because I can’t breathe. My heart feels painfully constricted.
She inhales deeply and slowly exhales. Then she inhales again, opening her eyes to look through the door glass pane and nods. She slides the key into the deadbolt and opens the door. She exhales, not realizing that she was holding her breath.
Sofia Rose steps inside the hallway and turns to lock the door.
She turns around and walks down the hallway and stops. She looks over at the bank’s counter.
I thought that I saw someone there. I must be imagining it.
She shakes her head, and then continues walking towards her office. She stops at the door and takes off her white wool coat and hangs it on the coat rack in the hallway. She gathers her long hair and adjusts it and throws the long strands over her shoulder. She puckers her full red lips and closes her beautiful clear light violet eyes.
He must be in my office. What should I do? Should I knock? Should I walk in since it is my office? Oh my. . . . . my stomach just turned over. Damn, my blood is running wild and it’s searing through my veins. He is my soulmate; I can feel his soul sear into mine. He’s my heart’s desire but what does it mean? I mean, will he also know? I’m totally scared and happy to meet him.
She raises her shaking hand and pushes her hair away from her face. She stares at her name engraved on the chrome plate that is mounted on the closed wooden door.
I’m scared for my job, but more than anything, I’m scared of Mr. Bartz not recognizing our bond. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime. Now what?
She squares her shoulders and stands tall, lifting her jaw up into the air. She smiles and knocks on the door.
Niko looks up at the door, frowning, and pulls up to the desk, placing his huge hands on the top of the desk. His lips compress firmly and then he speaks up. His voice booms through the thick wooden doors as he pushes the chair back and stands.
His black wool jacket swings open, and he adjust the pants on his slim waist. The black wool pants fit perfectly and his thick fingers slide below the waistband to adjust the white shirt.
“Enter, Ms. Nielson.”
