Twice in a lifetime

SELENA LOCKWOOD

"Nah! I don't think that works. And the older version of the code keeps on overlapping this one." Dante asserted.

I was back on my desk at Ashford. Inc. Apparently, my sorry excuse of an ex-husband played dirty and pulled out some shitty contract in the last minute and there was nothing my boss could do either.

"Alright... So, I guess we need to rewrite it. I will eat something and get back. Have fun guys!!" My stomach was growling, and I was practically sprinting out the door.

"Sel! Wait up!" Dante called out, jogging to catch up with me. I smiled as he fell into step beside me.

"Did you think about what I said two days ago?"

"I did. But Dante—" 

"Not now, let's get some lunch. You look like someone who went through an apocalypse." He winked.

I shook my head.

We wandered aimlessly along the sidewalk, making our way to my favorite pizza spot—a hidden gem known only to the locals. It stayed quiet on most days but got busier on weekends.

"Well, I might just eat you if I don't get the classic Diavola pizza from 90s slice."

"Uh...The what???" 

"DON'T TELL ME!!!! You never had Diavola pizza?! Today might be your lucky day!!" I smirked devilishly.

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"I-ice cream!!!! or I might just die!!" Dante whimpered, dropping his head on my shoulder.

We were done with lunch ten minutes ago and from looks of it, so had Dante.

We had ten more minutes to kill, which is why we were out here in Westwood Park.

" Come on! stop being dramatic... it wasn't even that spicy. I felt like they had cut the spice level by half." I rolled my eyes, nevertheless, I fed him the ice cream.

"Half?! You gotta be kidding me. Porca puttana!  I'm never eating pizza."

"You sure you are Italian?" 

"Selenaaaa!!!" he groaned, covering his face with his hands.

"On a serious note. Are you okay? or should I give up my ice cream as well?"

He chuckled. "I'm feeling much better. as much I'd like to stay here, I think we should head back." He stood up and held his hand out to me.

"Yeah, you are right!" I placed my hand on his and went back to the den.

"Jones, the file requires Mr. Ashford's signature for further progress...It would be great if you could get it right now."

Jones, Lucian's assistant looked at me through the rimmed glasses. "Actually, Mr. Ashford directed me to sent you in earlier. He told me that he wanted to discuss about the project with you. He is in his office. You can go in."

Ughh!!!!

I have a feeling that the rest of my day is gonna be in the trash.

"Yeah. Thank you." I forced a smile and walked ahead.

Now I will have to walk another mile to reach his cabin.

Kidding!!

But on a serious note, his office and his assistant's cabin is too far if you'd ask me. The poor man has to run a marathon every day. But I bet Lucian enjoys it, given that he is a sadist.