Ryan Lewis's Story

Ryan's office was a large and airy room, with light colours and contrasting paintings covering the walls. With his desk and computer at one end surrounded by books, files and papers the majority of the room was filled with a large oaken conference table lined with black leather seats at the other. The room was adorned with plants, utensils and objects that eluded a warm homely atmosphere and huge wall of glass gave him a spectacular view of New York City.

The suited 25 year old, was busy at his computer typing away on a report he had to complete before an upcoming deadline.Brushing his hand through his short brown yet spiky hair,he was well aware that it was his lunch break but insisted on staying behind to finish up, and as Lile's face poked through the door his head turned in surprise and he felt a knot in his stomach.

"Come in,' he replied rather brashly, a tone you would befall to someone you didn't have time for and apparently,in Ryan's case your bosses daughter.

Ryan's mind flicked to images of him and Mary, Lile's mother, and the times they had shared before they broke their affair off. Ever since his demeanor with other people, clients included, had chilled into a mash of harsh,sharp-tongued monotony.

"Is this going to be quick? I have work to get done" he asked almost annoyed with the disruption, but clearly he had other issues on his mind.