Chapter 5 - Matchmaking
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James immediately pushed Sally's body that was above him hard. James knew if his mother called his full name, he was outraged.
Sally's body tumbled backwards. "Ouch." Sally held her waist, which stumbled on the table. Sally's face fell right at the feet of a brown-haired middle-aged woman.
"Shameless! What kind of woman are you!" Felicia's, James's mother, gaze was intense on Sally. "How much were you paid by my son to do this extra work?"
"I." Sally's voice trembled, her lust gone and replaced by fear and shame.
James, who was no less scared, immediately buttoned his shirt and fixed the belt and zipper that Sally had opened earlier.
"Put on your clothes, and from this moment on, you will be fired!"
"Madam, I..."
"Go, get out of here right now or I'll call security to drag you out naked." Felicia snorted in annoyance.
"Alright, madam." Sally was shaking as she put her clothes back on; after she finished, she immediately ran outside.
"You bastard, it's embarrassing, huh?!"
"Mom, what are you doing here?" James pretended nothing had happened.
"You disobedient child, ignorant, disgusting. How can you make the office a lewd place? It's still not enough to keep that cheap woman in your apartment, huh!" Felicia was furious; her emotions exploded at the behaviour of her only son.
'Damn, why does Sarah feel so comfortable waiting for me. Just make it worse.' James thought. "Mom."
"Put your clothes on; come with me right now." Felicia glared at James.
"Where's? One o'clock, I have a meeting." James tried to refuse.
"Leave the meeting to Dony. I can't stand your behaviour. Over time you're getting more and more deviated. We give you freedom so that your life is not depressed, it's not that means you to be crazy going play around with the cheap woman like before, what kind of woman is not shameless naked sitting astride you."
"Mom, is that…?"
"What?! Don't make excuses; your father had been waiting downstairs a few minutes ago."
"Dad, is here too?" James was worried. If his father comes along, it means they are not playing games.
"Okay, Mom." With limp steps, James followed his mother.
"Don, here's the key: you will lead the meeting this afternoon. I have business with James." Felicia handed Dony the key to the president director's door she had asked for earlier.
"Yes ma'am." Doni receives a key from Felicia for safekeeping. He approached James. "Sorry boss, madam orders." Dony whispered.
"Ehm…, is there a problem, Don?" Felicia glanced.
"Uh no madam." Dony scratched his hair.
"Oh yeah, you make sure that b***h is fired. Otherwise, I'll fire you."
Dony swallowed his saliva. His big boss's wife threatened while the little boss gave the opposite order, to keep Sally because James was still curious and wasn't done playing with her.
"Yes, madam." Dony agreed with Felicia's order, whether it was carried out or not, a later matter after conferring with James later.
"Come on James hurry up, your father will be waiting for a long time."
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Arriving below.
"Dad." James called his biological father, Mark Hill.
"Come in," Mark said coldly.
"Let's go."
"Yes, madam."
Throughout the journey, no one made a sound. Only a sigh escaped Felicia's mouth. Mark, beside his wife, grabbed Felicia's hand and patted her back.
James glanced at his parents in the rearview mirror. He winced as he felt unfamiliar with the road his father's car was driving. Out of curiosity, James finally opened his voice. "Where are we going, Mom?"
"Lunch at Mr Spencer's."
"Mr Spencer?" James was unfamiliar with the name to it.
"You'll find out later." Felicia chimed in.
Their car stopped at a black gate with a French architectural accent. After five minutes, the gate opens automatically. James was still wondering who Mr Spencer was? So far, he had never heard his father and mother say that name.
A middle-aged woman came out to greet them. "Welcome, Mr and Mrs Hill; Mr Spencer is waiting for you all inside."
"Thank you." Felicia, who has an outgoing and easy-going nature, immediately took the Spencer family's maid.
James saw a miniature Eiffel tower behind the entrance, many bonsai trees of various sizes visible in the yard. It feels like in France, according to James.
"Hello Mark, how are you?" A tall, green-eyed man the same age as Mark Hill appeared from behind the door.
"Good news Dean." Mark hugged Dean.
"Fely, long time no see." Dean Spencer's wife Anne also welcomed them.
"Oh Anne, you still look young; I'm so jealous. "Felicia the mealy, always able to make other people happy with her flattery.
"You haven't changed your sweetness. No wonder Mark is getting melted. Anne teased Felicia back.
"When they get together, they must be excited, right?" Dean laughed.
"That's true, Dean, but without them, we feel lonely like on Mount Everest." Mark's dry laugh coloured the atmosphere of the meeting of two old friends.
James felt like he was in another world; he sighed, feeling alienated from being unable to join their conversation. His eyes caught a picture of a girl smiling sweetly, wearing a graduation gown. 'Sweet little girl, she must be Mr Spencer's daughter.' James thought.
The sound of James' stomach screaming, struggling with hunger, made the four of them turn their heads for a moment. "Sorry." James was embarrassed.
"Fel, so this is your son, James?" Anne observed James.
"That's right, Anne, it's that little James."
"I didn't expect to be this handsome now. In the past, James looked small compared to Nathan." Dean joined in.
"But he's more stubborn now. We're getting dizzy with him." Mark sighed.
"After all, they're still young, Mark. No matter how old they are, they are still stubborn in our eyes. Come on, James, eat first; I heard your stomach protest earlier. Anne pulled James into the dining room.
"Honey, Natalie isn't home yet?" Dean asked Anne in a half-whisper.
"Soon, she can't be lying. You have to believe in our daughter." Anne whispered back.
"Fel, I'm sorry, this afternoon we don't cook western dishes. Because the time is sudden." Anne was busy arranging the menu on the table.
"It's okay, Anne, it's also our fault that we suddenly want to meet soon."
"Our husbands both have the same desire, don't they, Fel?"
"Hopefully our children will agree." Felicia glanced at Mark, who got a single snort in response.
"James, why are you dumbfounded? Choose the menu that suits you, dear." Anne, who had been watching James.
"Okay." James smiled awkwardly.
"You're hungry, take it according to your taste, you don't have to think about all kinds of things. Don't worry, you'll get married soon, you should think maturely; you're already thirty years old, still acting like a boy."
"M-married." James choked on his food, suddenly having a bad feeling. Sudden lunch at his father's friend's house is a very rare custom. Perhaps…"
"Good afternoon all?" A beautiful little girl came with a surfboard.
"Oh my gosh, honey, Mom told you to reduce your surfing schedule; you're not tired, are you?" Anne took the surfboard from Natalie's hands.
"I'll wash my hands first, Mom." Natalie looked at the unfamiliar faces in front of her. His eyes met with a brown-eyed guy.
"Ehm…, wash your hands first dear, then join us." Dean broke the silence.
"Yes, Dad." Natalie looked embarrassed.
After washing their hands, Natalie joined them for lunch together. Not much was said. After introducing themselves, they ate quietly. Only the parents engaged in small talk. James and Natalie ate in silence, each absorbed in their own thoughts.
After lunch, the six sat leisurely in the living room.
"Dean, let's get straight to the point?"
"Okay, Mark, since we've all gathered, we better start.
"James, the beautiful girl in front of you is Natalie, the daughter of Mr Spencer, my best friend since we were in college. We have agreed to set you up with her.
"What, matchmaking, Dad?!"
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