His Pretend Wife

CHAPTER 3: The meeting

~Flora~

After the day's work, Malory followed me home to help prepare for my meeting with Mr David at some fancy restaurant by 8 pm. We got inside and went straight to my bedroom to begin preparations, as it was already 6 pm.

“What do you think I should wear? Because I don't want to look overdressed”, I asked Malory.

“I think we should go with the classy, chic but formal look, something that says I know what I'm doing” she says, while opening up my closet to begin searching for the perfect outfit.

I went to take a quick shower while she searched through my closet. I got out of the shower and started blow-drying my hair, so I could style it.

“I found it, you're going to love the dress” she says.

“Finally”, I muttered to myself.

She came out holding a black pencil knee-length gown that had flared sleeves. I didn't even know I owned something like that, but it was perfect for the occasion.

“Well hurry up and put it on, you don't have all day, chop chop”. She says and shooes me.

I quickly put on the dress which fit me like a glove, put my hair up in a tight bun and applied mascara and some nude lip gloss to finish up the look, then came out of the bathroom.

“How do I look?” I asked Malory while doing a small twirl.

“You look gorgeous and like you're ready to take on the world” she says while smiling. “Now grab your purse and put on some shoes, so I can drop you off before you get late”, Malory says.

“Yes mother” I say sarcastically, I grab my black purse and put on my favorite black pumps, then grab my document bag containing samples of my design before we both head out of my apartment.

“Where did you say the meeting was again?” Malory asks while starting up her car.

“It's at Chez élite” I say and check my time, which says 7:30. “I just pray there's no traffic or else I'm going to be so late” I mutter to myself.

Malory inputs the name of the restaurant on her Google map and drives off, luckily there wasn't any traffic so I got there in time.

“Bye Lory, I'll see you tomorrow, and thanks for the ride” I say while getting down.

“Bye girl and good luck” she says before driving off

I entered the restaurant, and I was greeted by a marvelous site, the opulence of the place felt intimidating, there were crystal chandeliers hanging down from the ceilings, with wide windows, plush carpets and soft dim lighting. I instantly fell in love with the decor.

I was brought out of my daydreaming by a staff dressed impeccably in black slacks, white dress shirt and a bow tie, “Good evening ma'am and welcome to Chez élite” the young man says.

“Good evening, I'm here for a reservation with Mr Walton” I say to the man.

“Right this way ma'am” he says while leading me to the private sections of the restaurant.

This man must be really rich for him to have booked out a private room just for a meeting, I thought to myself.

The man stopped in front of a dark wooden door and opened it while gesturing for me to go in, “A server will be with you shortly” he said to the man already seated.

I walked into the room, and I was met with a pair of striking grey orbs before they moved back down to the phone in his hand, I use that time to scan through his face. He had a chiseled jaw, black curly hair that I felt the need to run my fingers through and pink lips. I wonder if they are as soft as they look.

What are you doing? My subconscious asks, snap out of it girl. I quickly shake my head and chastise myself for thinking things like that.

“Are you going to stand there all day? I'm a busy man and I don't have any time to waste”, he said with a scowl on his face.

My face reddened in embarrassment and I quickly took a seat on the opposite side of the table. I cleared my throat, introduced myself and asked if we could get started right away.

He grunts out a yes, and I immediately bring out my design sketches to show him and explain each one to him so he could take his pick and also give me details of what he wanted.

I was in the process of explaining the first design when I was interrupted by the waitress who was openly staring at Mr David.

“My name is Cassie and I'll be your server for the night, what would you like to have” the waitress Cassie says.

“We would be having the chef's special and a bottle of your finest wine” Mr David says to the waitress and waves his hand in a sign of dismissal when she was still standing there.

“Your food will be brought shortly” she says before quickly leaving the room.

“Thank you for ordering for me” I say to Mr David.

He only nods as a sign that he heard what I said before gesturing for me to continue with what I was saying.

I continued explaining each of the designs and color schemes to him before our food was brought by another waitress.

“We can discuss as we eat,” Mr David says.

I continue explaining each of my designs but I'm interrupted by Mr David this time

“I don't like any of the designs you've shown me, they're not to my taste, I want something fresh. Didn't my assistant email you the details for the building” he says in a bored tone

“Okay I understand sir just tell me your suggestions and what you would like in the designs and I'll present them to you in the next meeting I'd also like to see the building I'd be working with” I tell him with my best professional voice while bringing out my note pad so I could pen down his suggestions.

“As you know you'll be working on my new office building in Chicago, I want each of the floors to have a different theme and office structures and….” He gets cut off mid sentence by the ringing of his phone.

He hesitates after seeing the caller id before holding up one finger in a one minute gesture and answers the phone, I just nod and take a sip from my glass of water.

“Get to the point, what is it?” I hear him say after sometime

“What the hell do you mean by that?” He suddenly booms with a scowl etched on his face making me flinch.

He ends the call and suddenly gets up preparing to leave. I open my mouth to say something but I'm immediately cut off by his angry voice.

“My secretary will email you the plans for the building and whatever suggestions I want you to work with as well as the details for our next meeting” he says over his

shoulder and walks out.

“What the hell was that?” I ask myself as I leave the restaurant.