room and stopped by the couch.
“Sit.” She walked towards a sliding door on the left side of the room before she stopped to point at the couch. “What do you want to ask?” her voice was thick with curiosity.
“You know William Maxwell, right?” I asked, taking it slow rather than bluntly asking her about him.
“Vaguely. The magazine I work for did a spread about him. From time to time, we feature him and his sister,” she replied nonchalantly, “Why do you ask?”
“Well,” I paused for a second as I thought of a good excuse so that I wouldn’t sound like a stalker, “I’m going to be working for him this Monday, and I don’t really know the man.”
“Okay. Sure, I can tell you what I know. Let me change first and we can head out to the coffee shop across the street. The tenant who lives in the apartment beside mine owns it.”
After she said that, she opened the sliding door and disappeared into the room. I waited as she quickly changed. When she stepped out, she wore an outfit almost identical to mine, but her chic top outshined my plain white shirt. I stood up by the time she walked towards the door, trailing a foot behind her.
When we reached the coffee shop across the street, I was awestruck at its warm and tasteful design. It had a vintage feel to it with the dark red couches and wooden tables and chairs. It reminded me of the mansion I just went to earlier in the evening.
We sat down at the far side of the room where two lounge chairs faced each other with a wooden table in between. Ally stood up as she asked me for my order. I wasn’t much of a coffee drinker, so I asked for her suggestion. It took a while before she came back with our drinks and two bagels on a tray.
“Don’t worry about paying. It’s my treat tonight,” she stated as she placed the drinks and food on the table between us.
“Thank you,” I said as I gave her a small smile.
When she sat down on her chair, I grabbed the caramel-colored drink and took a small sip. The drink was sweet yet it had a bitter aftertaste.
“What is this drink called?” I asked out of curiosity.
“It’s actually my favorite. It’s caramel macchiato,” she replied with a beaming smile.
I took another sip of the drink again, tasting it a second time. Though I usually don’t like any bitter food or drinks, the sweetness of the caramel balanced out the bitterness of the coffee. After a few sips, I couldn’t believe that I was starting to like its bittersweet taste.
“So, what do you want to know about Mr. Maxwell?” Ally asked, breaking my fixation as I took another sip of my caramel macchiato.
I gulped down the drink and felt nervous as I asked the first question at the top of my head.
“Who is William Maxwell?”
She chuckled and shook her head, “Can you be a little more specific? The question is too vague.”
“Oh. I mean what's he like personally and professionally?”
“Well, I don’t know about his personal life, but when it comes to business, the man is a force to be reckoned with,” Blinking a couple of times in awe. “He dropped out of Harvard Business School on his fourth year after his father died to help build the Maxwell empire. In less than two years, he kept the company afloat and increased its market value. I think he didn’t sleep within those two years. The company had expanded from a small real estate company to a corporate conglomerate.”
Her voice filled with admiration as she told me William’s accomplishments. Throughout the conversation, Ally revealed details about William that I could have read in newspapers and magazine, but she also added a piece of information that the tabloids didn’t reveal. It was the reason behind his hard, arrogant exterior. Though it was only her assumption, it was substantial enough for me to ponder more later on.
William Maxwell was the heir and next in line to the Maxwell Enterprises. During his adolescence, he was rebellious. Thus, he had forfeited the fortune
“Sit.” She walked towards a sliding door on the left side of the room before she stopped to point at the couch. “What do you want to ask?” her voice was thick with curiosity.
“You know William Maxwell, right?” I asked, taking it slow rather than bluntly asking her about him.
“Vaguely. The magazine I work for did a spread about him. From time to time, we feature him and his sister,” she replied nonchalantly, “Why do you ask?”
“Well,” I paused for a second as I thought of a good excuse so that I wouldn’t sound like a stalker, “I’m going to be working for him this Monday, and I don’t really know the man.”
“Okay. Sure, I can tell you what I know. Let me change first and we can head out to the coffee shop across the street. The tenant who lives in the apartment beside mine owns it.”
After she said that, she opened the sliding door and disappeared into the room. I waited as she quickly changed. When she stepped out, she wore an outfit almost identical to mine, but her chic top outshined my plain white shirt. I stood up by the time she walked towards the door, trailing a foot behind her.
When we reached the coffee shop across the street, I was awestruck at its warm and tasteful design. It had a vintage feel to it with the dark red couches and wooden tables and chairs. It reminded me of the mansion I just went to earlier in the evening.
We sat down at the far side of the room where two lounge chairs faced each other with a wooden table in between. Ally stood up as she asked me for my order. I wasn’t much of a coffee drinker, so I asked for her suggestion. It took a while before she came back with our drinks and two bagels on a tray.
“Don’t worry about paying. It’s my treat tonight,” she stated as she placed the drinks and food on the table between us.
“Thank you,” I said as I gave her a small smile.
When she sat down on her chair, I grabbed the caramel-colored drink and took a small sip. The drink was sweet yet it had a bitter aftertaste.
“What is this drink called?” I asked out of curiosity.
“It’s actually my favorite. It’s caramel macchiato,” she replied with a beaming smile.
I took another sip of the drink again, tasting it a second time. Though I usually don’t like any bitter food or drinks, the sweetness of the caramel balanced out the bitterness of the coffee. After a few sips, I couldn’t believe that I was starting to like its bittersweet taste.
“So, what do you want to know about Mr. Maxwell?” Ally asked, breaking my fixation as I took another sip of my caramel macchiato.
I gulped down the drink and felt nervous as I asked the first question at the top of my head.
“Who is William Maxwell?”
She chuckled and shook her head, “Can you be a little more specific? The question is too vague.”
“Oh. I mean what's he like personally and professionally?”
“Well, I don’t know about his personal life, but when it comes to business, the man is a force to be reckoned with,” Blinking a couple of times in awe. “He dropped out of Harvard Business School on his fourth year after his father died to help build the Maxwell empire. In less than two years, he kept the company afloat and increased its market value. I think he didn’t sleep within those two years. The company had expanded from a small real estate company to a corporate conglomerate.”
Her voice filled with admiration as she told me William’s accomplishments. Throughout the conversation, Ally revealed details about William that I could have read in newspapers and magazine, but she also added a piece of information that the tabloids didn’t reveal. It was the reason behind his hard, arrogant exterior. Though it was only her assumption, it was substantial enough for me to ponder more later on.
William Maxwell was the heir and next in line to the Maxwell Enterprises. During his adolescence, he was rebellious. Thus, he had forfeited the fortune
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