Chapter 8: Annual Conference

Melissa's POV As his brow raised, his mouth airy me to stop whatever utterance coming out of me and a finger pointed to his phone as though to tell me he was on a call. He plastered the phone firmly to his ear and averted his gaze from me.  I blinked severally. A mind-blowing breeze refilled my lungs and I could finally breathe.  He was whispering into his phone saying a foreign language. My heart was praying so badly that the elevator should open before he end the call. Why the heck did I say… pardon? What did I expect to say or hear from him? A filthy like him! My toes were dancing underneath my heels impatiently while I form pretend with an elegant mature face. Fortunately, the elevator opened just as when his arms slumped down from his ear.  I was damn fortunate! I wailed happily as I dash out of the elevator.  "You must be Ms. Davis." at my first step outside, a female kid of about 5 years of age said to me smilingly. Fortunately for us, I haven't crushed her. My face brightened a