Little Nerdy Nightmare

Chapter 6

I resume work exactly eight a.m. and I submit my assignment for last night and also plan for the Thursday Meet and Greet party Paris wants to throw to her supporters, both local and foreign.

Funny how she says it’s her plan when someone else does the work.

Paris is your everyday elegant girl, but her beauty would have been an add up if she had a little brain to think for herself. I think the only reason the Allen cosmetic house still exists is that they pay well and also because Paul Allen is a highly respected man.

I know I’ve never been closed to the Allen, but words around say he’s a hardworking and decent man. Paris is the exact opposite of her father. She’s rude, spoilt, arrogant, and stupid and coming from me, that’s a compliment.

She does not like me and I show the same feelings towards her and you may wonder why I still work here? Well, her mother Eleanor and my mother have been friends since childhood and when she heard I dropped out of the university because of my mom’s health, she offered me a job at the Allen cosmetic house as Paris personal assistant.

I accepted it because it was better than my previous jobs. My previous job as a waitress was hell as the men were jerks and perverts and I was never one to let the customer be right. I was going to be fired anytime, so I accepted Eleanor’s offer and I’ve been putting up with Paris ever since.

She also hoped we will become good friends soon, but that’s never happened.

Paris graces my office with her presence. Her face grimaces as she inspects me from head to toe, her eyes in no way impressed with my outfit; Jack-much?

If she had her way, I’d be fired already.

I roll my eyes. “What can I do for you this morning, Paris?” I try on my most polite tone ever.

Her eyes lighten on me and she smiles, which is incredibly weird as she has never smiled at me before and it makes me wonder what a devilish thing she might be up to.

“Good morning, Taylor. How are you doing today?”

Wait a minute, this is not right. She is actually asking how I’m doing. But why? She’s never cared to before.

“Excuse me, are you talking to me?” I ask with shock clearly written in my voice.

She smiles again.

Okay, this keeps getting creepier.

“Yes, I’m talking to you, Taylor. I know we have never been friends, but we can be if we try.”

She isn’t serious, is she? She is.

“You’re smart and hardworking, I can use a friend like that.”

Forget it. You just want someone you can manipulate to do whatever you want. I want to say, but I don’t.

“Oh.” is all I mutter out.

“By preparing Taylor, soon we will have my future husband here.”

My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when she said that.

Future husband?

“You’re getting married?!!” I try not to sound too shocked for my own good.

Her smile deepens into a blush and she nods. “Yeah, I am.”

“But you don’t even have a boyfriend.” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

She gasps but said nothing back. “Dad wants me to marry the son of Henry Gates. I’ve never even met him before.” She says then sighs deeply and I could see the sadness in her eyes.

For the first time since I started working here, I pity her.

“Well, you don’t have to marry him if you don’t want to,” I suggest to her, getting up from my chair.

“It’s not so simple, Taylor. Our family's future depends on this marriage.”

I understand her more than anything because I know how it’s like with family. They always come first.

“I’ve not been a dutiful daughter to them. This will prove to them I want to be.”

I give her a small smile before reaching out to stroke her shoulder gently. “You will make them proud.”

She moves away from my desk and looks at her wristwatch. “They should be here already.” She is already worrying.

“Are you going to have them in the office?”

“Yes, why?”

“If it’s your first meet, it should be a place of convenience.”

“You mean like a restaurant?”

“Yes.”

She thinks for a while, then looks at me. “That’s a brilliant idea, Taylor.” She says, squealing and holding my hands. “Thanks a lot, I’ll reschedule.” She takes her phone and dials a number. “Hello meet me at the Grand Square restaurant in twenty.”

She put her phone back into her pocket and takes my hand. “Let’s go, the future awaits.”

I take my purse before she completely pulls me along.

When did this friendship start?

When we get downstairs, Paris tells Jason the MD that we are going out and that he should be in charge. He asks ‘to where?’ but Paris didn’t owe him that answer. I never liked Jason and I smile, feeling happy he got shunned and he looks my way with a radiant smile.

“I’m good looking, well to do, smart and caring. When are you going to accept my proposal?” He whispers in my ears.

“When I’m eighty five and still single, good luck with the wait,” I reply with an even smile and leaves him to meet up with Paris, who is almost out of the building.

If there’s anything to hate more than vain guys, then it is ugly looking, vain guys.

We arrive at the Grand Square restaurant and the driver opens the door for us and we both get down. When I suggested a restaurant for their first date/meeting, I didn’t know she was going to aim for mars. Grand Square restaurant is Grand indeed and although I’ve never been there before, I try not to let my inexperience get the better of me. It’s never too late to get familiar with this type of luxury.

“Come on now.”

The inside is much more heavenly than the outside. A meal here will probably cost a lot and yet Paris chooses her meal here.

A young, tall waiter walks up to us and stops when he is directly in front of us.

“Good day, ma, are you expecting someone?” he asks in a British accent that is already fading. I guess for being away from home for so long.

“Yes, I’m waiting for someone and I’ll need a table.” Poise and elegance have never been a problem for Paris and she is never afraid to let her wealthy upbringing show in her manner of approach.

The young waiter nods in understanding. “This way.” He leads us to a table where Paris takes her sits. He smiles and walks away.

I do not dare to take a seat, well, until. “Come on and take a seat, Taylor, don’t want anyone thinking you’re my bodyguard,” Paris says and I sit down.

We both waited a few minutes and in the while of waiting, Paris didn’t stop looking at her phone. I felt tempted to play Candy Crush, too.

“He should know better than to keep a lady waiting if he is truly a gentleman,” Paris mumbles impatiently.

Just then, the front door of the restaurant opens and we both look up to see a tall, incredibly handsome man dressed in black and expensive suit walk in. His brown hair with the mixture of gold neatly and perfectly combed to the right side, although some stand out rebelliously, his green eyes striking and unmistakable. He holds his chin up high as he seems to look down at everything and everyone in the restaurant in disdain. His furrowed gaze holds nothing in regard from meters away. I can smell his arrogance from where I sit.

I’ve seen those green eyes before, those chiselled jaws, that arrogance.

My brain scans through my memories in other to put his face together. My brain stops working and my heart runs up to my mouth as his name registers back into my memory.

Rory.