Always Aaron

Chapter 25

Aaron gave my hand a squeeze as we walked through the large building name Kingsley. Miles Kingsley was his name.

I was not at awe with surprise at him owning a huge well business for my own name was popped up in countless places. Weston co., My grandfather who was an actor and our expense in general.

The cold marble floor under my black sneakers were polished so fine I could see every detail of my face on them.

Aaron and I walked up to the receptionist who did not appear to acknowledge us. I glanced at Aaron with pursed lips as I cleared my throat. "Where's Mr. Kingsley's office?"

She finally looked up, the dullness and irritation able to cut the whole damn Earth. "Who are you?"

"A person going to see Miles Kingsley." I stated simply. I heard Aaron choke on a laugh behind me so I stabbed his feet with my shoe.

The receptionist gave a click of her tongue. "Do you have an appointment?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Do I have an appointment? This man has missed several appointments for his kid to come and you're asking me if I have an appointment?" She furrowed her eyebrows together so I insisted further. "Bryce Weston as in Weston Industries. Ring a bell?" I smiled wickedly as her whole face turned to shock and she quickly scrambled to the intercom.

"Mr. Kingsley, Bryce Weston is here to have an audience. Shall I book her an appointment?"

The voice spoke back. "Send her to my office."

"Seventh floor and the middle door. You won't miss it. It's the largest one." The receptionist told me and I gave her a nod.

"Thank you for your cooperation." I turned to Aaron and we strode to the elevator when she called out again.

"The extra can't go. One audience with one person only."

I suppressed the laughter daring to burst out as I turned to Aaron with a pout. "Sorry you're just an extra."

He rolled his eyes and turned to the receptionist. "Aaron Mercer. I'm sure you've heard of it."

Her eyes widened again and she nodded us to walk along.

I entered the elevator with Aaron right next to me. "Okay. We're good."

"You sure cause you look like you are about to fall through the elevator." He teased at me.

I flipped my finger at him. "Fuck you."

"Already did, baby." He smirked as my breath caught at his retort. He walked towards me so my back was pressed to the wall. "But I think just once won't suffice."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't get too cocky Mr., I'm prone to the unexpected." The doors opened behind me and I walked under his arms outside. I heard him sigh at my rejection.

I walk through the glass door corridors aiming for the largest one there. The receptionist was not lying when she said this would be huge.

Employees looked at me skeptically as my attire was defiant against the suits and pencil skirts encasing around me. I just held my head up high and knocked at the glass door.

"Are we supposed to knock?" Aaron asked standing next to me. The position made me realise just how tall he was. I felt little though my height was pretty good for an average teenager.

"Well there's no doorbell." I joked.

"Knocking on glass feels odd." He mused. "It's not the same as knocking on wooden doors."