Cordelia's Pov

He won't change at all. Tobiah will forever be Tobiah. Disasters may go down, our city can get flooded , a volcano may erupt out of nothing or the world might simply end but He won't change at all. Keeping what happened in mind,  thought that he will already be here for some unknown reason but his office is still empty. Don't get me wrong, I am not that mad at him and can totally imagine why he is still missing. He might be scared of facing me , the boss that he is not only faking dating but also had a nightstand with. Why didn't I stop him or push him away last night? I am mad at my own myself way more than I can ever be mad at him...Maybe I missed being with someone protective of me? I did after all shut down the world for the past few years...Maybe last night was a break from my dull world? Maybe just maybe, I need to get out more and live a little.

"What is happening to me? Come on focus on what's important! The Spanish deal!" I ordered myself again and for another time eyed Tobiah's empty office. I do remember Helena telling him that we would be here in an hour or two so where is he? Did the idiot run to Lana or China ? Am I supposed to be looking for a new PA?

"You are way better than this Cordelia!" I huffed mumbling at myself for the very last time and picked the red file in front of to check if Mister you know who had left any mistake or error. 

To persuade my mind to work I started to play some jazz music. Unlike usual though the volume was blasting loud filling all empty corners with notes, sounds and art. Jazz is my go to music. I am not a romantic soul but Frank Sinatra  is the one to make me love love. Humming to the words of "Strangers In The Night" I allowed the papers in hand to rest on my desk and my head followed their lead resting on the cold glass. My eyelids never felt this heavy and that assured me that my hangover is still present and crippling. While considering the idea of getting some caffeine through my system, my head started to spin because of the so vivid  memories of last night...Strangers in The Night...Tobiah and I in the night...All was so inviting...Embracing dance away...Strangers in...

Suddenly the music died and silence took over again. I don't know if my head is playing tricks on me or if the electricity was cut off...The electricity cut off? I am on the highest floor alone with no exit other than an elevator. Such idea made me jump out of fear only to find Tobiah facing me with Frank's orange round old record in his hand.

"You!" I yelled at the invader that dared to cut off Sinatra.

"I called your names twice." Tobiah calmly replied but his free hand kept on fidgeting proving that he is nervous.   

"Oh, what is it?" I answered clearly apologetic and nodded at him to take a seat.

"You ran away." He simply clarified. I am not sure if it is due to my hangover and tiredness but I can swear upon all Gods that he blushed a little.

"Was I supposed to stay?" I questioned still feeling bad about my actions.

"We could have talked about what happened." Tobiah uttered and his bright blue eyes finally met mine making me shiver.

"Nothing happened." I repeated what I wrote on the earlier note and Tobiah finally moved taking steps to near my desk.

"Princess, something did happen...We sl." He wanted to remind me but I cut him off.

"Don't say it." I ordered lowly but since my desk was the only thing separating us he clearly heard it.

"It did happen though. I don't remember things clearly but your note, the scratches on my back, and my morning state can only prove so." Tobiah insisted again making me blush now at the idea of me marking him with my nails.

"Tobiah, this is not the right environment for such a topic. I am your Boss, here. Yes, we may have a play of plan but last night would complicate stuff further more. Imagine Lana finding out about what happened. Won't that end your hopes of getting her back? You would only assure her assumptions about us. If a word gets out my family will probably flip and demand an engagement and Tobiah you cannot buy me a fake ring that will only make this, us and our lie messier...We will hurt a ton of people ..." I finally found the courage to speak my fears and Tobiah stood rigidly as if calculating my words and his next actions.

"Lana isn't my problem now..." He managed to say after few moments of deafening silence.

"She is or else her picture won't be on your nightstands. I woke up see you both embracing and looking deeply in love and that was one of the reasons that I ran away. Don't lie to your own self Tobiah, you always loved her and still do...Don't worry about last night. We can simply consider it our break from such messy month. I won't talk about it and you wouldn't either. What do you think ? Do we have a deal?" I corrected for him but some pain kicked in the pit of my stomach and made its path to my heart. What is happening?

"Are you sure that you are not mad at me?" Tobiah questioned laying the record on my glass desk and hardening his gaze.

"Mad?" I repeated with the same demanding tone.

"Because I started things. I remember the part where I punched a guy and kissed you." He clarified and his bright orbs closed as if trying to remember more of last night.

"I am mature enough to know that I could have pushed you away too...We were both drunk and driven by loneliness  I guess..." I commented offering him a small smile that he missed as his eyes were still hidden behind smooth eyelids and long curly lashes.

"You are very different Cordelia from any other girl that I have met before." Tobiah retorted showing his bright foam eyes making my smile bigger.

"I hope that you mean you a good kind of difference, Mr.Knight." I teased trying to hide the tense topic of last at bay and bring up our usual silly and fun atmosphere.

"A very refreshing kind of difference." Tobiah added and his tone became slightly lower making my cheeks heat a little at his compliment.

"Why thank you Mister Knight but regardless of your sweet words you still came pretty late and have a least five files to go through so back to your office." I playfully demanded but truly wanted him to leave me alone so I can tame my unwanted blush.

"Back to the old Miss Spence rules." He grunted but a bright smile took over his pale face making him look younger, healthier and happier. 

"Rules mean order which lead to time management which results in punctuality and the outcome of it is hard work leaving us with perfect deals and products, happy customers, proud partners and high income." I reminded him of my outlook and he playfully clapped his hands at me.

"You can do adds so easily." He mocked with a wink.

"Well I guess you can model in some adds too since you will need a new job if you don't move to your office now." I mocked and winked right back at him.

"So bossy." He ended turning away and starting to walk to his office.

"So childish" I yelled back at him .