Finding a Way to Love

Chapter 7

Adelaide

The weekend had passed in a flash, and now the week was beginning again.

I got out of the subway went up the stairs, and then ended up on the street where my office was. Design Art, a design company founded by my boss, Suzanne, and her partner Mark.

By now, I had been working for them for a few years; immediately after the end of college, I entered an internship, and after a few months, I was hired indefinitely, to the detriment of my boss of the moment, who had done everything to sink me, including using some of my ideas for some important work.

Luckily, Suzanne had seen my work and my value and hired me. Because yes, I was f*****g good at what I did, and I bragged about it.

So when my boss, David, tried to rip off my plans and use them and pass them off as his, I became a beast, went completely into Berserk mode, and almost blew up his office. She ended up with a job and a collaboration with Mark regarding the design of one of the hottest hotels in Boston at the time.

Nice start to your career, isn't it?

I shook my head, pushing away the memories of my first months in the signature, and opened the glass door of the building. The office was located on the fifteenth floor of a building on a central street used purely as offices. I said goodbye to the guard and ran into the elevator before it closed.

I walked in and pressed the button on my piano as I looked at the slew of messages Peter had sent me.

Next to me was a young man, not even twenty years old, holding a tray with coffee, moving from one foot to the other, anxious. I sighed and slipped my cell phone into my bag as the elevator stopped on my floor, ringing the doorbell. I waited for the doors to open, and before I could get out, the boy literally ran over me and ran onto the floor.

I shook my frowning head and moved to go to my office, holding my bag close to me, my heels resonating on the wood of the parquet; as I passed the reception, I saw several busy people running from one side to the other. Hi Monica," I said to the girl at the front desk.

"Oh, hello Adelaide!" she chirped cheerfully, too much for it to be Monday.

"What's going on with all this movement? On Mondays," I said, tilting my head to the side.

"Oh, some pretty important customers came in at the right time, and they all stood up and hoped it would end up in their hands," she said.

I sighed and shook my head. "Around eleven o'clock, I have an appointment with James Campbell; you can send him directly to me," I said, and she nodded.

I walked over to my office, closed the door behind me, then went behind my computer and began quietly working on the projects I was supposed to show Campbell.

Mr. Campbell was a Greek magnate who loved the countryside and had decided to open a family farm outside the city. He had contacted the agency to renovate and fix up a huge estate he had purchased, which had been built in the late eighteenth century.

I had already taken a few photos of the exterior and a few rooms inside, but I had to make an agreement with Campbell to do a real inspection to see the main rooms first and then be able to find an agreement for the rooms.

I sighed and continued to work for a good half hour before someone came knocking on my door.

" Come in," I said, without looking up from my plans.

"Adelaide," the voice of Carol, Suzanne's assistant, reached me.

I looked up and smiled as I saw her standing in front of the door. "Suzanne asked me to join her in the conference room," she said.

I removed the glasses I had been wearing and placed them on the desk, "For anything in particular? Do I need to bring anything?" I asked, standing up.

"She didn't tell me anything," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

I sighed, "Okay, give me five minutes, and I'm there," I replied, grabbing some of my things.

I took the notebook and pencil that I slipped behind my ear and then walked out of my office, closing the door behind me.

" Denvers," said a voice next to me, and I turned in time to see Logan walking down the hallway, "Did they call you too?" he asked, winking.

Logan had just been hired, and he was thirty years old and a colossal jerk. He believed he was the best, that he was the only good one in there just because he had a c**k. An organ that I would have detached with my own hands. I had never liked it, from the first moment, his continuing to try to squeeze between my legs and the legs of any woman in the office had not helped. Logan was a pig and didn't even try to hide it.

"Do you care?" I asked as I walked to the conference room.

"Well, it's the new client, an important job. I wouldn't want you to make me look bad," he said, walking with his hands in his pockets beside me.

"You can always give up if you're so afraid of your image," I replied, completely ignoring him.

"And leave you with perhaps the most important client of the year?" he asked, "You'd like to," he said.

I snorted and reached the sliding door of the conference room and then threw it open with perhaps too much enthusiasm than normal, almost making Suzanne jump in her chair.

"Suzanne, sorry, she should have knocked," Logan said immediately, walking in behind me.

I glared at him as he closed the sliding door.

" It doesn't really matter. We were waiting for you," she said, pointing to the table with one hand.

I sighed and turned to see who was sitting on the other side, following the lines of the oak table that gave room for fifteen chairs elegantly arranged from side to side, until I came to the head of the table where sat a man in his sixties who seemed familiar to me.

I nodded my head and then looked at the other men in his company as Logan approached to shake hands with each of them as promptly as the usual ass-licker.

I approached behind him.

" Logan Muller," he said, first shaking the hand of the man at the head of the table, and then the rest.

I rolled my eyes and approached the man at the head of the table, "Adelaide Denvers," I said.

"Jonathan Black," replied the man, shaking my hand. He didn't even make the gesture of getting up, and he remained comfortably seated in his chair. Old-fashioned men.

I moved to greet the man next to him, but at the same time, he lifted his head from his cell phone and stood up, looking at me, and I almost didn't faint.

Holy s**t, it was him!