However, if that was what he thought, he was going to be disappointed. Mark never cared much about me.
Even the request that he sent me this morning had been phrased rather rudely. "Tessa, haven't you had enough of making a problem? My patience is running thin. Get back here yourself. Don’t expect me to come looking for you."
After a moment of silence, I smiled and extended my hand to Zeke. "Thank you for the offer, President Jeremy. When do we sign the contract?"
He took my hand and smiled, "We can do it right now."
The atmosphere at Zeke's company was completely different than the old-fashioned Hanson Corporation.
There was no distance between colleagues and they were easy to get along with. In fact, their enthusiasm often made me feel a bit overwhelmed.
That was why I was sitting here on the sofa at a karaoke lounge and holding a glass of wine while trying to figure out how I ended up agreeing to join this dinner party. What made me more in a daze was the fact that this was a department's celebration party for a successful proposal that I was not even involved in.
"Tessa, why are you daydreaming here? Cheer up! Come on! Cheers!"
The crisp clinking of glasses and the cheerful laughter around me brought a surge of happiness I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Without thinking, I downed more than half of my drink.
As I put down the glass, the smile on my lips hadn’t even faded when I locked eyes with Zeke, who had just walked in.
He seemed momentarily surprised to see me here, then quickly approached the table with a big smile on his face and lowered his head to say, "Are you having a good time?"
My head was spinning and for some reason, Zeke's smile looked incredibly gentle. I raised my eyebrows at him and when I was about to answer him, one of the colleagues behind me spoke up, “Of course we’re having fun! Boss, why are you coming so late?”
I froze for a moment, then lowered my head. What was I just doing? I almost mistook his warmth and thought it was directed at me.
"Well, I was doing real work, such as having meetings with clients, okay? Not like you guys." Zeke took a glass of wine handed to him by someone and drank it all in one gulp.
"What? How come you don't think we are doing here real work?" someone joked and laughed, then went over to toasted.
Amidst the lively banter, I refilled my glass. I had long forgotten that my tolerance for alcohol was a bit low.