The Remorseful Brothers Novel

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I slowed my steps down and finally came to a stop before the rows of cubicles. In the

fifth cubicle on the fourth row, Ana sat, her back straight as she paid her full attention to her work. I knew because some of the staff around her noticed I was there and flashed me a shy smile with a nod of their heads, sometimes whispering between themselves as they pretended to be focused on their work. Amidst all this, Anastasia’s head remained down, fingers working furiously as she typed, sometimes stopping to go over a bulk file by her side.

For minutes, I just stood there and watched her. I wished I could walk. over there and talk to her. I wanted to apologize for what happened but I couldn’t. At least, I knew she wouldn’t want me to. Even now, I was careful not to make it so obvious that my gaze was on Ana more than

the rest of them.

Some of the rumors about Ana and I had already reached my ears and the last thing I wanted was for it to escalate and put her in a spotlight.

After a while, one of her colleagues walked up to me and asked, “Do you need anything, sir? Perhaps, you need one of us to run an errand for you?”

“No, thank you.” I told her with a stiff stiff smile and took one last look at Ana who was still oblivious to my presence.

“I just decided to personally take some observations.” Then with a “you can return your work,” I left.

Even as I walked off and took the lift, my mind was filled up. I had earnestly hoped that things were going to be fine between us. Martin had volunteered to help fix things by confessing and then we can clear things up and move on. He was going to be returning to the city soon. for this reason.

But after that kiss, she has been avoiding me like a plague. I knew it was intentional. At first, I thought I was the one who kept missing her, either arriving where I was sure I’d see her too late or early but later I realized that she was actually actively staying out of my way.

When I got to my office, I just dropped into my seat with a deep and tired sigh.

My eyes took in the work that had piled up during the trip were we did little to no work and I sighed again. I had better get Ana out of my mind and get to work.

I

It was hard at first, I couldn’t focus. I had this insane urge to go downstairs and continue to watch Ana work, to watch her move and. smile and laugh even if I wouldn’t be able to go as close as I wanted or touch her. For almost an hour, I did little to no work as I fought the urge. Then finally, I lost myself in work.

Some time later, I heard a knocking sound but it sounded so faraway. I would have been curious but the file before me looked more interesting.

The sound came again and again and then it got louder and closer and I soon got jolted back to the present by it, now realizing that there was actually someone knocking in my door.

At the same time I looked up to answer whoever was at the door and probably apologize, I saw that the knocker had already let themselves

1. in.

Another exasperated sigh flew out of my mouth on noticing who it was.

“Aren’t you such a deep worker?” Sharon slightly shook her head with a bright smile as she strutted into the room and sashayed her way to me.

She perched herself on the edge of my desk, just beside me, placed her purse on the desk, pulled off her blazers and laid it on the desk too, leaving on her tank top with the plunging neckline.

Then she faced me with a smile and said nothing.

“Okay?” I arched my brows at her. “What are you doing here?”

“I am offended,” she enunciated each word with a pout as she leaned back almost too comfortably in the chair.

But as she continued to talk, her expression turned serious. “Why are you always asking me that?”

She crossed her arms on her chest, pushing up her breasts.

“Whether you’re at work or at home, wherever you are and I show up, you’re always asking me that same question. You make it seem like I need a reason to be with you or something. Can I not come to see you whenever I want?”

I shrugged, “Well, I’m always busy. You know how hectic work can quickly get when you miss a schedule. And you know I dislike

unplanned distractions. If you want to talk or see me, tell me, I’d fit it in my schedule and we’d talk after work.”