3. Last Friday Night
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"No Lucy, we are not ready for anything less than a forty-sixty partnership. Let your boss know that Malcolm Enterprises have plenty of options. It is his company which is hanging onto this offer." Daphne said as she typed away on her laptop. Well, it was going to be Conall Enterprises from next Friday but whatever.
It was a Friday and Daphne was tired. She just wanted to sleep.
But she had work to do. And she had clubbing to do.
The day was not going well for her.
She shook her head as she heard the beep without any response from the other secretary.
They only had time till six o'clock to agree with the offer that Malcolm Enterprises had made to them, which, if her experienced brain was right, they were going to. It was so sad to see sinking companies try to bargain with the life buoy that had been thrown at them out of pure pity.
"Daphne Prescott, in the boss' office." Niall's secretary called from the front, flashing a sheepy grin when she saw the glare on Daphne's face.
Sarah, her colleague, raised a brow at her. "What now?"
Things were too hectic due to the take-over. Way hectic. And all the employees were tired.
Daphne slumped in her seat. It had been a really hard day. And there were two hours left before she could jump in her car and get the hell away from work. She did not want him to give her any more work before that.
"Think you will get drowned in work?"
Daphne smiled. "I will make sure he drowns before he does that to me."
"Why do you have to be so violent?" Simon asked.
She wanted to tell him that she was a follower of ahimsa and she did not like violence, and it was the only reason she had not turned into a serial killer yet. But instead, she went with this.
"Same reason why you need to open your mouth at every chance you get." Daphne pushed her chair back and got up, giving Simon a death glare. She took a sip of his milkshake before picking up her iPad and pen and walking over to his cabin.
"What's up, Niall?"
"I don't want to inconvenience you Daph, it's Friday and I know you girls have plans. But the thing is-" He lowered his voice as if even the glass panes had ears. "You know what I said about Alan... He is a total douchebag and I am pretty sure he will nitpick on everything because he is not very happy with this posting of his."
Daphne raised a brow.
She didn't know Alan. She knew he was a Conall and Conalls were infamous for being dickheads and assholes.
Alan Conall, as far as she knew, was a twenty-nine-year-old rebellious son of the Conall family who wanted to make a name for himself and who last worked as a Managing Director in the Mauritius Resort Chain project. Daphne thought that made him pretty qualified for the job but given her equation with her parents and Alan's alleged rebellious nature, she was not very surprised that he did not want to work for his parents.
"Just tell me what needs to be done and it will be done." Daphne smiled at him.
Niall sighed in relief. He still couldn't differentiate between work Daphne and everyday Daphne. So he was scared of both of them.
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Daphne fixed her raven-black waves. The voluminous hair which once covered her curvaceous ass now reached only up to her chest. She had no one else to blame for that but herself.
Her mother, Arianna Prescott, always told her to tie her hair while she was in the kitchen but Daphne never listened and then she ended up accidentally burning her hair. It ended up being an anecdote that Arianna would use as an example to tell kids why they should listen to their mother no matter how much they have grown up.
"Hey, hotness!" Georgia Ames exclaimed as she walked into the ladies' restroom.
"Took you long enough." Daphne rolled her eyes. "What happened? The husband couldn't get enough of you?" She yawned as she redid her mascara.
"Ugh, tell me about it. Dude wants another wailing machine before the first one's done keeping me up at night."
Daphne chuckled, giving her friend a knowing look. "Oh come on G, you and I know very well that it is poor old Ian who stays up at night looking after Seth. Besides, I get what he is thinking. If Seth is going to keep him up at night anyway, might as well make the next one and get the ordeal over with."
"Is that what Chloe's thinking? Because she seems over-enthusiastic about another child. BUT... You know the shipment takes nine months right?" Georgia asked, turning to face the mirror, and pushing up her bra. "Seth's gonna be around two and a half or something and he would have stopped waking up at night and wailing by then. But I guess it will work for Chloe."
Daphne shook her head, clucking her tongue. "Please, my godson is already an angel. But given your personality, I don't think Seth is gonna give you any peace until he turns eighteen and leaves your home."
"That makes me excited for him to grow up. Quick." Georgia rolled her eyes.
Daphne chuckled.
"Where's Chloe anyway?"
"Her babysitter bailed so she went to drop Mimu off at her mother's. She said she will get here with Nick in ten-twenty minutes." Daphne said bitterly. "I am not very happy about not seeing my kid."
"I can see that. But for now, let's enjoy!" Georgia laughed and took her arm, hooking it with hers before the duo made their way out of the restroom and into the club.
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"A strip club," Chloe said, taking a sip of her mocktail. She might be a carefree mother but she was not a careless or irresponsible one – she was not going to touch alcohol as long as she was feeding her baby.
"Yes b***h, a strip club!" Georgia was more than happy to join.
"We are talking about my bachelorette." Susan rolled her eyes and then gestured to the club. "Won't a normal club do?"
"Exactly guys." Nicole shook her head.
"Nope." Daphne, Chloe, and Georgia said in unison.
"b***h, you have never been to a strip club before. Like ever." Daphne spoke. "After marriage, it's no less than cheating-"
"Um... Hello?" Chloe pointed at herself and Georgia.
The friends laughed.
"You are a special case." Daphne laughed.
"She is special indeed." The five friends turned to a new voice. It was a handsome guy, dressed in a black dress shirt and black pair of ripped jeans, with a piercing gaze and it was all on Chloe.
"She'll take a pass, honey." Daphne waved him off. "Girl's married to a guy with a bigger d**k and bank balance than you."
"You are ruining my fun for me!" Chloe gasped dramatically.
"Run along before they open their brutal mouths." Nicole shooed him, and he walked away after staring between Daphne and Chloe, confused.
"Now... A proper party." Nicole turned to the gang as the guy backed off.
"At a strip club." Georgia, Chloe, and Daphne replied.
Nicole looked over at Susan, who simply sighed. "Do I have a choice?"
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"Told you she won't fall for your shit." Gary laughed as John sat down.
"It's because she is married." John rolled his eyes and picked up his drink. "But there's a brunette with her. Hot. Your type. No ring" He pointed at his other friend.
"I am good." Alan Conall hummed as he leaned back on his chair, sipping his drink but his eyes scanned the group and they fell on her.
John was right.
Hot.
His type.
Maybe he will pick her up later.
"So what are you planning now, Conall?" Gary Wilton asked as he sipped his drink. "I know for sure that you don't actually plan to help your father out. Is your plan to sink everything your family has worked to build in these fifty years?"
"I was doing my thing and I was happy. They are the ones who forced me to come back." Alan shrugged, his eyes finding their way back to the chick who had caught his attention.
Wearing a tight maroon dress that did nothing to hide her curvaceous figure and a slit that rid up every time she made the slightest movement, she really was teasing him by merely being there.
"My man, you came to catch up with us," John spoke up, pointing an accusing finger at Alan. "You do not get to walk out on us just because you found a p***y to bury your d**k in."
"Says the guy who went after a married woman." Gary rolled his eyes and turned to Alan. "Go have fun. I think it's time for me to find a better company as well!" He gestured to John who simply scowled as the two men got up from their seats.
"Why call me over if you don't want to hang out with me?" John mumbled as he downed his drink. Then he decided that he too needed to go find himself some company.
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