POSITION.

"Why didn't you tell me that Trinity's fiancé died? I could have avoided asking her about him, Lizzy?"

I hear her sighing over the phone. I couldn't sleep after Trinity's revelations about her relationship with her late fiancé. It breaks my heart to see her in such pain and I couldn't do anything to help her.

"Bash, she needs you. She may be laughs, jokes around or pushes you away but she suffered a lot losing her fiancé. She needs the Bash that she used to know, she needs her best friend," Lizzy says softly, trying to convince me.

"She doesn't need me, Lizzy. You can't push her on me if she doesn't want me and I can't force her too. All she needs is to accept her loss and move on. She has you as a friend." I run my fingers through my hair, frowning.

"You didn't get it, Bash."

"Tell me then, Lizzy," I say, closing my eyes.

"You can bring back the old Trinity. Didn't you notice? She is trying to be strong but it feels not right because she is fooling herself and deep inside she is broken. You broke her and then, she was broken again when her fiancé died." She blames me.

"I didn't break her, Lizzy." I tried to ignore the sting inside my chest.

"Do tell, Bash. Aren't you broken too?" she asks demanding an answer.

"Shut up, Lizzy! My case is different, um it's not like that," I answer awkwardly.

"What is your case? And how it isn't like that? You jumped into conclusions and then you didn't come to visit again for over three years and you avoided anything about her. You always walked away when we were talking about her, tell me, little brother." She sounds pissed.

I don't know what to tell because I know she is right. I didn't come to spend vacation for three years after what I saw on my first visit. Since then, I stayed in London and let my family come to visit me. I never asked anyone about her or even checked her on social media. I didn't realize how much I was hurt when I saw her that night.

"Whatever, Lizzy and I didn't call you to lecture on me. I remember asking you why didn't you tell me," I retort.

"Bash, didn't I mention you that you avoided anything related to her?"

I slump myself to the couch defeated. I can't fight with Lizzy.

"Remember I told you that it isn't too late? It isn't, is it? Now, it's time for you to be a better friend or better be more than friend." She giggles.

"Lizzy, it's not the right time for that."

"Oh, really? So, when will it be?" she asks and sounds hopeful.

"She doesn't even trust me and I don't even know how to befriend with her." I don't even know what to do or how to start. Trinity seems so close to me; she's a grasp away but her heart and mind are so far.

"Yay! My baby brother needs his big sissy's help. Leave it to me, baby Bash."

I roll my eyes with that annoying nickname.

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"Morning!" I greet her with enthusiasm.

I haven't slept well last night. I kept turning in bed after my phone call with my sister. I don't know how to get back the old Trinity but I want her back pretty bad and I will take anything she can offer even just an acquaintance, an office mate as long as I can talk to her every day. I know it sounds desperate but I need her help too.

But seeing her today is worth a sleepless night. She is already sitting in her office typing something on the keyboard while her green eyes are focusing on the screen. She turns her black swivel chair when she hears me.

She is wearing a cream-colored blouse with ruffles in front and a dark red knee-length skirt and white four inches high heels. Her hair is curled in a messy way with her I guess a signature red lipstick.

"Good Morning, Boss!" She stands up pulling down her skirt then runs down her hands on it. She smiles tightly at me without showing her perfect white teeth. But she looks good today compares to our last encountered in this office. She is a jaw-dropping beautiful.

"You're here early," I say checking my watch. It's twenty-five minutes after eight.

"I'm always here before eight-thirty, Boss. Our reporting time is eight-thirty while boss like you is nine sharp," she says, picking up the iPad then tapping her red-manicured finger on the screen.

"What's with the boss thing, Trinity? I thought we already agreed about it in our first meeting,"

"I have a good memory, Hughes," she answers with a hint of a smile on her face.

"Good, because I have a good memory too," I tell her and break into a smile.

She smiles back at me. "Okay then, can I get you a coffee or something? We have a coolest high-tech coffee machine here in your building."

I grab the iPad from her grasp. "I know my calendar for today, Tri. You already sent me an email last night about my schedule today, unless you made some changes," I say placing down the iPad back on her desk.

She's still standing with poise like a runway model. I grab her left hand, she freezes. "We'll go out to buy breakfast," I tell her but she didn't move.

I look at her, she's looking at me with slightly wide eyes. She blinks licking her lips. I can't help but look down at her full luscious red lips. A pink color blooms on her cheeks.

Shit! greedypants!

"Um, I can go and buy for us or we can just ask your driver to buy for us," she suggests with uncertainty.

"Trinity, I could've bought for us if I want to, but I want to walk with you to buy us coffee."

She rolls her eyes. "You know, I don't do that kind of thing."

"I know, now move your lazy ass and you're coming down with me."

She's still not moving and tries to slip her hand from my grip. Her features change instantly from the sweet Trinity to a distant one.

"Trinity, you can lower your guards down and you don't have to put up walls between us. It's just me and I'm not gonna hurt you, you know."

"Hurt me? You hurt me once, Bash and if I let you in into my life again there is a possibility that you can hurt me again. I just celebrated my one-year anniversary with my fiancé and I have to celebrate it alone in his grave instead doing it in the restaurant with him or in our hotel room."

I loosen the grip of her hand. my face falls. She pulls it immediately when she gets the chance.

She walks past me. "Let's go, Bash. I still have work to do."

Following her, she strides out of my office to my dad's private elevator. She gestures her hand. I slide the key card that's exclusive only to my family.

"I'm not gonna hurt you intentionally, Trinity." Telling her slowly.

She gets in the elevator and mutters under her breath, "I wish."

We both silently standing side by side as the lift shuts close in front of us. I can sense her tense in the small gap between us. The only sounds I could hear are from my breathing and the whirring of the elevator as it brings us down. I can smell her flowery fragrance of how close we are but the distance seems so miles away.

"You look beautiful today, Trinity," I say, looking at her beside me.

"Thanks,"

My lips curve to smile. "Don't you think you wear higher high heels?"

Her head snaps looking up at me with a cocked brow.b"I love my shoes and what's with the judgment Mr. All-perfect?" She's gorgeously sassy.

"I'm not judging you, Tri but we will walk down the street, that might hurt you know," I say,  chuckling.

"Making fun of me already, huh? Just so you know I wear high heels just right." Crossing her arms over her chest, facing me.

"I'm not making fun of you Trinity, in fact, I think I should pass a regulation in banning you to wear high heels," I say, without breaking an eye contact.

Her face turns pink and her lips slightly parted. Tempting and there is a part of me gets notice of her. I could just push her against this elevator wall and kiss her lips until swollen. But I value the little trust she's giving me. If there is any.

"Don't flirt with me, Bash. You are my boss and we're best friends."

My heartbeat thumps in my chest. A full grin spreads in my lips. "It only takes a single flirt to confirm, huh Trinity?"

Her face lights up and smiles at me. A lovely smile. she bumps her elbows on my arm. "Shut up, Bash!"

I let her out first as soon as the elevator opens.

Following her to the glass revolving door out of Hughes Building. I press my hand on her back to let her moves closer to me since it's still rush hour and we can't help to bump with people in suits rushing against the time. The honking of vehicles and the smell of fumes are everywhere as we are getting far from the building.

"Tri, are you sure it's okay for you to walk? I'm worried about your feet." I notice my driver Edmund following us.

Her legs look sexier and taller on that heels. I guess I just like women wearing high heels

"Oh, just now you worried when we are near the coffee shop?" she asks looking up at me.

I can see her green eyes clearly. She coated some mascara on her lashes although they're thick enough not to notice them.

"You don't want me to carry you, Tri. I've no problem carrying you piggyback though," I joke.

"You did that before, remember? When we sneaked out to watch Maroon 5 concert?"

I laugh. "How will I forget when you wore that tiny purple dress to impress Adam Lavine. What were you thinking, Tri? We're going to a concert, not to a nightclub."

She laughs.

God! I always love her laugh. So rich and free, making my heart flutters.

"Then my car broke down, we can't find taxi our phones were shut off."

I cut her off. "Because you consumed our phone's batteries just to take video and photos of them,"

She laughs playfully, gripping my arms. "Then my feet hurt like hell. I had blisters. Omigod! That didn't happen again, Bash!"

"At least you got a best friend who carried you."

"Oh, and you almost punch that beggar when he said, "Yo! Watta ass there, folks!" She says mimicking the beggar's voice.

I laugh with her.

We decided to take our coffee and blueberry muffins to the office. My phone vibrates in my pocket when we are halfway back to the office building.

"Dad, good morning!" I answer cheerfully.

"Is that you that I see walking down the street?" Dad asks over the phone with a hint of a tease.

My eyes scan the crowd but I can't find him anywhere. "Maybe? Maybe not?" I answer him with a smirk.

"I think I just saw you, son, with a redhead beside you laughing."

I bite my lip to hide my smile. "A redhead? I'm with Trinity, but her hair is orange."

Dad laughs as I I look down at Trinity with creased brows. I wink at her causing her to she blush. I mouth her cute then she rolls her eyes.

"You seem to get along now, son. Can I give her a proper position now? You know she is just your temporary assistant, right?"

I stomach rolls. My smile fades instantly. "Dad, can we talk about it later. I'll come to your office whenever you're free," I say profoundly.

"She needs a position, Bash. She worked hard since her internship, don't be selfish. She deserves this position that she worked hard to earn it. You can still both see each other outside the work," Dad says with authoritative tone.

"Dad, please, let me get inside my office. Give me three minutes of your time, please," I beg.

"Bash, I can't let the position empty for long. She is needed there. You won't let that happen for your own self-interest."

I know dad very well. He is ruthless and strict when it comes to work and business.

"What's the position?"

"Financial Analyst."

My eyes grow a little bigger. "Dad, I'll be in your office in less than five minutes." I look at my wristwatch as I enter the elevator. Dad hangs up the phone call.

He can't put her in that position, she just graduated with less experience. She may be my best friends and she'll be on my team, under my wings but I need someone who is more experienced than her.

Oh, is that really what you want or you want her all to yourself?

"Is everything okay, Bash?"

I blink when I hear Trinity talking to me. She's still carrying a bag of our muffins while my left-hand carry our coffee.

"Yeah, everything is alright, beautiful."

"Stop saying like that every time we are in the elevator," she jokes.

"Do you think I will only say that if we are in the elevator, Trinity?" I ask, giving her an inquisitive look.

"Answer that, Bash." She snaps

"You know that was not my first time I said you are beautiful, you must forget it already,"

"Lizzy's eighteen birthday," she responses.

"Nope, your eighth birthday. You were wearing a tinker bell costume."

She eyes grow wide.

"You didn't remember that, do you?"

She shakes her head.

I open my office door to let her get inside. I place down our coffee to my desk. She places a bag of our muffins beside our coffee.

"Sit down, Tri, I'll be back."

"Where are you going?"

"To see dad."

I stride my way upstairs to dad's office when Elle, his PA said he's expecting me. I push his office glass door open without knocking.

My jaw drops to the floor with my eyes almost pop out from each socket.

"Fuck!"

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BEAUTIFUL READERS,

What Bash just saw in his dad's office?

Just bear with me and I will make this story better. You can suggest whether I add cast to this book or you prefer to use your imagination. I still don't have actors and actress in my mind to play the role of Trinity and Bash.

Please feel to point out my mistake and I will edit it as soon as possible.

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