CHAPTER 4
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ZAIRA's POV
A random of investors greeted us as we entered the venue. While Pierre is having a conversation with other businessmen, I excuse myself first to go to the washroom. The event hasn't started yet.
When I got to the washroom, I turned on the faucet and wash my hands. After a while, the door had sprung open. I looked at the woman who entered and I was a little surprised when I saw Nathalia. But I immediately changed the expression on my face when she smiled at me.
"Oh, you are Zaira Lou, right?" She asked with enthusiasm as she walks toward me.
"Hi. Yes. I am." I tried not to stutter. Turning off the faucet, I took a tissue to wipe my hands.
"I knew it. I always see your name on SNS. You are so famous. By the way, I'm Nathalia. Nice meeting you in person." She offered her left hand to me, asking for a shake of hands.
I looked at her hand. I don’t know if I will accept it or not. It's not that I don't want it, it's just I am not comfortable. I promise to distance myself from the people that are part of my past life.
"Oh, sorry. Am I too straightforward?" She takes back her hand. "Anyway, nice meeting you Ms. Lou." She smiled and walked past me.
Am I being too harsh?
Ah, never mind. I need to go back to Pierre. I walked over to the door, but before I could hold the doorknob, I heard a name that made me stop and made my heart beat a little bit fast.
"Oh, Kevin?"
Kevin...?
Is she talking about the Kevin I know?
"What's up? Huh? My condo's passcode? Hey, are you going to my place again?"
Are they close? How? And why Kevin is going to her place? Are they seeing each other often?
"Okay, okay, fine. I'll text you. Alright. Ah, by the way, don't be late later. You should be here before the event will be over. Okay."
What? Is Kevin even fetching her? What exactly is their relationship with each other?
How did they become so close?
Or perhaps... there is an intermediary between the two of them?
How?
Huh! Why am I asking about them anyway? I shouldn't care.
I took a deep breath. Right, I shouldn’t care.
Shaking my head, I open the door and exit the comfort room.
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NATHALIA's POV
What was that? Was she eavesdropping?
Or maybe not?
Never mind.
After I texted Kevin the passcode of my condo, I left the comfort room and returned to the venue.
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Many investors came and the event started shortly after. The jewelry exhibit is now open so I immediately went to the Laurent Jewelry area. I need to see what their new jewelry is.
Laurent is very famous in jewelry that many business owners want to partner with them and many investors want to invest in their company and customers to buy their jewelry. But, our company is also famous. We produce very high-quality and unique jewelry. And I'll make sure we get a lot of customers tonight.
As I was close to their area, there were many investors surrounding their stall.
Seriously. Why don't they try to look at ours? Jeez.
But anyway, I'm interested to see the new release of their jewelry design.
I waited for the investors and other business owners to leave Laurent's stall before I approached. And I was amazed when I saw their newly released jewelry.
Why are all the jewelry they design always unique? Especially the bracelet. It's so very beautiful. How can they come up with these unique designs? Ah, right! Zaira is their famous designer.
She's amazing. I envy her.
But maybe we could create much better than them.
Hmm. I need to do something.
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ZAIRA's POV
"Your jewelry design is so amazing! You really never fail so amazed me." Lorina, one of the buyers said to me.
"Thank you so much, Lorina. I'm glad and you like them."
"Yes. My friends also really like your designs. In fact, they have purchased a lot of jewelry from Laurent. And we badly want to purchase the bracelet right now. You know, we are so very happy that you decided to sell it. We've been waiting for it for so long.”
Wait, what did she just say?
Bracelet?
I didn’t decide to sell that.
No way? Did Pierre release it?
"Really? I'm so happy to hear that. I hope you and your friends will continue to like our jewelry." I smiled, awkwardly, but I didn't make it obvious.
Ah, why Pierre? Why did you release it?
"Yes, of course, they will. We will. I'm excited to purchase the bracelet."
"Thank you," I smiled. Then, I excuse myself from her. I roamed around, searching for Pierre.
While I am searching for Pierre, I caught Nathalia standing in our stall, taking a photo of our jewelry.
What does she think she is doing? Doesn't she know that what she is doing is f*******n?
Ah! This woman.
I walked in her direction. "Excuse me?" I called, interrupting her to take a photo of our jewelry.
She was surprised to see me.
"Miss Nathalia, right?"
"Oh, hi! Yes, yes. It's me, Nathalia." She said, smiling awkwardly as she secretly put her phone in her wallet. “Oh, we met again,” she laughed awkwardly.
But does she think I didn't catch her?
I smiled sarcastically. “I'm pretty sure you're aware that it's f*******n to take pictures of jewelry here. So, I'm asking you nicely to delete those photos you've taken." I politely said.
"Ah... Well, I am not..." She paused and smiled awkwardly at me again. I guess she realized that lying is won't work for me.
"Apologies for my reckless action. I was just really amazed by your jewelry. They all look so amazing...”
"Thank you and you liked it. Please kindly delete the photos." I strictly said but politely.
"Oh, right. Sure. I will delete them right now." She said, checking her phone and deleting the photos of our jewelry. "I already deleted them. Apologies again." She showed me the gallery of her phone and I could not find any pictures of our jewelry.
Looking back at her, "thank you, Miss Nathalia. Thank you for your understanding.” I smiled. "Excuse me." I was about to walk away when she spoke.
"Ah, wait. Can I ask you something?"
Huh? What will she ask me? Why do I suddenly feel nervous?
"Okay, sure. Just no personal question."
"Don't worry. It's not personal. Well, I just wanted to know if..." she looked at our jewelry again. "How much is the bracelet?" She asked as she looked at me again. "If I'm not mistaken, that was the first jewelry you made, wasn't it? It's more beautiful than I think. I really like the design. I would like to make a purchase."
I looked at the bracelet for a moment before looking at him again. "I'm glad and you liked it, but I apologize. We don't sell that one."
"Huh? You're still not selling the bracelet? Then, why is it on the exhibit?"
I smiled. "Since I have already answered your question, may I excuse myself now?"
"Ah, yeah. Yes, sure."
"Thank you. Then, excuse me." I excused myself and find Pierre. To be honest, I didn't know that the bracelet was on display because I never even wanted to sell it.
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