ASHTON'S POV
  We arrived the company and Scarlett's friend kept following me about, she clearly didn't know her way around. She kept gushing about how huge and elegant the building was. 
  As we walked, I was greeted by several staffs and their curious eyes lingered on us before we took the elevator to the floor my office was located. 
  Skylar remained close to me the whole time as though afraid she was going to get lost if she didn't stay so close.
 She was so close I could even smell the fragrance of her wavy brown curls. 
 Such familiar scent!
 Wait. This smells like the one I use on my hair sometimes.
 Good heavens! Does she use male shampoo wash on her hair?
  Just as the elevator door opened at my office floor, I took a moment to look at her properly.
  She had cinnamon skin, a model body and height close to Scarlett's. She looked bright and gorgeous with an aura of contagious positive energy around her. 
  I couldn't help but wonder if she was always this excited and cheerful. Like she couldn't be bothered by anything in this world. If that's the case, I am jealous. I want to feel free and un-bothered just like this too.
  My eyes fell on her choice of attire and I couldn't help but frown. What's with her fashion sense?
  "What are you doing? Aren't you leading the way again?" Her fruity voice disrupted my train of thoughts. I raised my eyes to meet hers and those slightly big brown orbs peered curiously at me. "You're frowning? Why are you frowning?" She questioned, taking a step even closer... too close.
  I hurriedly cleared my throat and walked ahead, not knowing what to say to her. I mean how do I tell someone I am just meeting that her dressing sense seem to irk me? When it is not even my business?
  She hopped along beside me, trying to keep up with my pace. "Don't tell me you're tired of me already? You haven't even showed me around yet. You haven't taken me to Scarlett yet." 
  Before I could say a word, thankfully I sighted Esmeralda, my PA, coming out of her office, seemingly heading to mine with some files in her hands.
  "Oh, Mr. Grey!" She cheerfully greeted the moment she saw me and then she hurried over. "I was wondering why you were running late today. It is good to see you are here now." She smiled and I nodded, feeling relieved that she was here at least she could take Skylar to Scarlett's office. Otherwise I might lose my mind if I spend one more minute with her alone.
  "Yeah, I had to sort out something at home before coming. I assume those are for me. You can give them to me and in return, I want you to take this lady to my elder sister." I nodded towards Skylar and Esmeralda's brow raised in question. Then she fixed her gaze at Skylar, curiously. 
  "She is Scarlett's bossom friend and she is here to see her." I added just to satisfy her curiousity and she instantly understood.
  "Ohh!" She mouthed. "Alright, Mr. Grey. I would do as you say. Don't bother about the files, I would bring them over myself as soon as I am done." Esmeralda eagerly said.
  "Alright, then." I took a brief glance at Skylar and she beamed at me.
  "Thank you, Ashton." She said. And right before they both left, she turned to wave enthusiastically at me.
  Moments later, I sat in my swivel chair, twirling around while I pondered on what seem to be going on with me since I saw that wavy brown haired lady at the porch of the family's manor this morning. 
  Why do I feel weirdly relaxed around her? Why did I easily agreed to coming together with her in my car to the company? Why do I feel displeased with her choice of outfit? And why do I secretly enjoyed her company all through the drive here?
  Well... I suddenly shrugged. This shouldn't be a big deal. I am not as self-centered as my sister, Imogen. So clearly I was only doing what was needful in that situation. 
 And it's been done now, so what? Life goes on. 
 Though I am sure Scarlett would be grateful, not that it mattered though.
  A text message popped on my phone's screen and I stopped swiveling to take a look.
  *Hey! My buddies! Guess what? I am finally going on a date with Amelia! All that drama with Tristan Millan seems to be worth it in the end. Thank you Ash, I am grateful for your help. Thank you Dexter and Rhys also. Couldn't have gotten this 'yes' without you guys help.*
  I read through Logan's text on our private group chat and chuckled. "I hope it goes well for you, Logan." 
  My gaze wandered to the photo frame on my desk and a thought occurred to me. "Mother, I hope this doesn't disappoint you and Imogen."
  In that moment, my office door flung open and Imogen came in looking flustered and frustrated with tears clouding her eyes.
  I stood up instantly. "What happened to you?"
  "I hate this! I hate her so much I could ruin her! How dare she humiliate me like this?!" Seeing her outbursts, I already knew this must be about Scarlett again.
  So I just went to Imogen and calmly helped her to a seat. "Tell me all that happened," I said gently after making her calm down a bit. She wiped her nose and eyes with the wipe I gave her before she explained all that transpired between them moments ago.
  Imogen kept lamenting on how much she hated Scarlett while sharing the experience she just had with her and Palo Bryant to me.
  However, I wasn't surprised by the fact that Palo would now be the COO because father already told me.
  I was only wondering how I would explain the details of my discussion with father about my upcoming role in the company to her and mother. And I was much worried about how they would react as well.
  After listening to her for a while, I didn't know what to say so I just said. "Scarlett's friend is here." 
  "What friend?" She immediately asked. 
  "Scarlett's bossom friend. Her name is Skylar. Don't worry you would get to meet her as it seems she has come to stay." I added and Imogen was stunned by my words.
  "How do you mean, Ashton? I am not understanding you." She was frowning again, already getting worked up by this piece of news. 
 Seems the drama in the Grey's family manor was yet to even begin.
  My phone beeped and we both looked at it. 
  "Wipe your tears and clean up your face. Use some makeup if needed. Mother wants to see us in five minutes." I said.