“Whatdoyou know?” she asks this time.
I scratch the back of my head and shrug.
“You’re hopeless. Okay, your job to make my job easier, is to get the colors that basically define your game since I know nothing about it, the games that are similar to yours so we can begin to draw in an audience who like those games, and to find out if your company has any social media accounts—which I’m guessing they do because just about every business everywhere is on a social media platform.”
I nod after writing each one down on a sticky note. “Okay. Got it.”
Angie’s forehead scrunches as she looks back down at what’s been done for the past campaigns. “Do you remember how any of these went? Like if the marketing paid off for the games?”
“I guess they did fairly well,” I say with a shrug.
“Hmm. Okay, at least I know what to work with,” she says offhandedly.
I don’t bother with a response, but I do watch her as she continues to flip through what has been done and the examples I brought in from other companies' launches. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a braid, with pieces falling around her face, and in my office light, I can see several shades of blonde that weave together to create her perfect Angie shade. She doesn’t have a stitch of makeup on, but I can see a light smattering of freckles that dot the bridge of her nose and fan out on her cheeks. Her bottom lip is tucked under her teeth as she thinks and it’s the most fascinating thing to see. In fact, the whole scene makes her look younger than she is.
“Brandon?” she asks.
I snap my eyes over to her to see her still looking at the past campaigns. “Yes?”
“Stop staring at me,” she chastises.
“As you wish.”
Angie sits back in her chair and I watch as she works something over in her head. “Well, this has been fun. But it’s time I go.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask herwhyor to have her stay the rest of the day. Because I just want her around. But I’ve already gotten lax with having Angie here and sometimes my family has been known to stop by when they’re in the area—especially when I continue to dodge their calls.
“Okay.” I nod and gather up the graphics. “What are you up to for the rest of the day?”
“This sounds like something a boyfriend would ask.”
“You never know. One day, I may be.”
Angie pushes her chair back, but I don’t miss the smile that lifts her cheeks.
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“I’m sure you’ll hear me when you leave your office for the day.”
“Huh?” I ask her back as she grabs her bag off the chair she was sitting in earlier.
She puts her hand on the door handle and turns to look at me. During this time of day, the afternoon light casts my office in a natural light, which does amazing things for Angie. Her blue eyes look almost silver as the rays bounce off the floor. Call me a simp, but I just want to take a picture of them so I can stare without her calling me out.
“You’re smart. You wouldn’t have this job if you weren’t.” Her lips purse in a small smile at my puzzled look. “That’s me answering you about what I’m up to for the rest of the day. Goodbye, Brandon.”
“Bye,” I respond, but she’s already left my office, not giving me a chance to walk her out. Which is probably smart.
Shaking my head, I gather up the rest of the past campaigns, drop them into a folder, then place them in my desk drawer. I wake my computer up to a few emails that need some attention. It’s good because after having Angie here, I almost want to take off the rest of the day and spend my time with her. And that’s something I’ve never done.
A knockon my door startles me after being in an hour-long meeting. I look up with a furrowed brow to see Carter standing in the doorway.
“What happened to you?”
“Meetings,” I say with a groan and toss my glasses on mydesk. I take a look at the clock and realize it’s been hours since Angie was here and that it’s about time to head home for the day.
“You had your marketing meeting?” Carter asks as he comes in and sits in the chair across from my desk. Coincidentally, the one Angie sat in. How weird would it be if I asked him to sit in the other chair?
