Annabelle looked down at her phone and sighed, knowing she was too late to catch the next bus downtown. She zipped up her coat and put her hand over her head, exhausted. Suddenly, looking up at the sky, she felt droplets of water falling onto her cheeks, chilling her pale skin as they rolled down their face. Thunder boomed in the sky and a fearful expression flashed onto her face and she ran into the nearest building. As she calmed down, Annabelle realized she ran into an intimidatingly tall building with tinted glass windows and luxurious leather furniture decorating the lobby. A bit embarrassed, Annabelle looked down at her attire: dark brown denim jeans, brown combat boots, an orange turtleneck with a burnt orange sweater on top and a navy blue raincoat.
Not exactly the most appropriate attire for this situation, she thought to herself. She looked down at her messenger bag and pulled her phone out of the front pocket.
"4:35..." she groaned.
It would be another half hour until the next bus came so she decided it would be best to just sit down and try to get some work done. However, as she attempted to retrieve her binder from her bag, a rather overfilled folder slid out. Reaching out but failing to catch it time, the folder collided with the floor and all but exploded. Sighing with exasperation, she tried to pick up the spilled papers until she realized that some of the papers were unfamiliar. Also, there was a man next to her picking up some papers as well before standing back up again. A cold chill of anxiousness washed over her as she tried to sneak a glance at the man next to her. The man was looking right back at her then, noticing he was found staring, looked away. He was a rather young man, slicked back black hair and black polished glasses that matched his hair, a rather expensive looking navy suit tailored to every bend and angle of his body. The man loomed over her for about another minute before crouching down and picking up a few more papers, occasionally pausing to look back at Annabelle. She then snapped out of her stunned state and continued picking up the last of the papers, blushing in both embarrassment and a hint of desire. The young man and she then placed the papers on the table in front of them, separating the papers silently.
The young man was the first to break the awkward silence.
"Do you have a paper that looks like this?" he asked, showing a form that looked like the page of a contract. Annabelle rummaged through the pile of papers she had in hopes of finding.
"Umm, let me see.... Oh! This may be it. It is definitely not one of my papers."
She handed the young man a paper that contained the names of several unknown people on it. As she looked up at the man she noticed something that made her look twice. A grateful smile was found upon the face of the man.
"Thank you. This is the exact page I was asking for. If I had lost this page, my father's business would have suffered greatly."
"Not a problem. But, if you don't mind me asking, why is it so important to you, or should I say your father's business?"
"That is rather simple. My father is one of the major business monopolizers in the country. If this contract is not signed intact, my father's business could lose valuable assets an allies."
Annabelle nodded in understanding, a bit intimidated by the serious tone in his voice, but not showing him.
"So what businesses do you own?"
The young man laughs, "I do not own any businesses, my father does. Running around in the manner I was just a few minutes ago just puts me in his good graces. Hopefully, when he retires, he will grant me the inheritance of the empire he has already established."
"Don't you... why wouldn't you automatically gain rights to the businesses?"
"I am the youngest of three brothers. My eldest sibling has primogeniture unless my father states otherwise."
"Then why don't you just start your own business and gain your own fortune?"
The young man, somewhat astounded by the young woman's naiveness laughed again, "My family would more than likely not just destroy my business but destroy me as well."
Annabelle gasped. Businessmen are ruthless, she thought.
"How prominent is your family?" Annabelle wondered out loud.
The young man grinned smugly, "I an Cameron Poffori and my father is Richard Poffori."
Annabelle's eyes widened as she realized who the man was. They were on the local news just last night!
"If... If you are... Oh my goodness I am so sorry for bumping into you. Well I didn't really bump into you. Maybe I did... I don't remember! I am so sorry!"
Cameron laughed and shook his head, "Don't worry about it. I bumped into you. Besides, just because I am my father's son, that does not mean I am like him in any way."
He flashed a charming smile at her, making her blush. Annabelle blushed then looked down, catching a glimpse at her phone. She gasped as she realized how long they had been there.
"Oh my God! The next bus leaves in two minutes!"
Cameron smiles, "But why is that such a big deal for you? Where do you have to run off to?" He watched Annabelle hurriedly pack her messenger bag back up and clasp it closed.
"Because I need to get home as soon as I can!"
"My little sister. She needs me, my mom too."
"And why is that?"
"Mia needs her medicine and only I know the correct dosage to give her!"
"What medicine?" Cameron stood up as Annabelle finished packing and sped toward the door.
"It's a new antibiotic. I need to go!" She called back as she ran outside to the bus.
"Wait! What else - " Cameron was cut off as Annabelle began boarding the bus.
""It was wonderful meeting you!" She called back, their eyes meeting once more before she paid the fee and took a seat near the front of the bus, vanishing from Cameron's sight.
He sighed as he thought to himself, "New antibiotic? What virus does her sister have?"
The bus drove away, leaving the young man standing in the doorway, leaving him questioning all that just happened.
"I wonder who that girl was." He smiled to himself then walked back into the building, picking up his paperwork then heading to the conference room where another one of his father's meetings was about to start.
Meanwhile, Annabelle stared out the window, thinking solely about the man she just met.
"Cameron Poffori... interesting."