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Chloe POV
Light clatter was heard in my office. The spoon hits the mug's edges while stirring the coffee inside.
I was seated at the desk and adding a few final touches to the sketch while Ben was making us coffee. I heard him approach my desk and in a few seconds the clattering stopped. I took that as a queue for me to look up.
I smiled at Ben, who was already watching me and took the mug out of his hands. He went to grab another one from the small kitchen counter in my office and sat on the sofa.
As I was ready to rise I spotted a place where I hadn't added the right thing and forgetting about the man in the room, I was eager to fix it.
"Give it a break, love." I hummed a bit at Ben's comment, hurrying to finish the last minute change.
"All done." With that I rise from my seat, take the mug of latte and flop myself on the sofa. Ben wraps his arm around my shoulders bringing me closer and as I go to take a sip of the fresh coffee in my hands, he kisses the top of my head. "Great coffee. Were you a barista once?"
He chuckled at my joke and shook his head. "No, but Jack always asked for coffee instead of tea. I got used to doing it."
We sat together for a few minutes more, having a conversation about his family. He told me that his mother's name is Tricia and that she is a lovely woman. His father is Thomas and he is great as well. Ben told me that they are close with his brother and that he is great.
"Well, if you have about a few free hours I can tell you about my family." I told him and he looked a bit surprised.
"You can?"
"Yeah, I trust you enough to enlighten you in my family drama. If you wish, of course."
"Please enlighten me then. I'm honored." I chuckled a bit at that but his face stayed serious. "I'm not joking. I'm honored that you can tell me." I just smile at him and start from the first thing that brought me and my family apart.
-flashback-
"Nancy, bring the dresses. Come on, move!" I heard my mother shouting out orders for the helpers to dress the models faster.
It's the fashion week in Paris, and I am behind the stage helping with anything I can. There isn't much that a 14 year old can do but my father said that if I want to inherit the family business and be a somewhat acceptable designer I need to learn.
No one even asked me if I wanted this, but they don't care. They need an heir to the work of their lives and that's unfortunately me. My small cousin Lea is seated in the first row there and waiting for the show to begin, just as all the other designers that are present here today. It's quite a lot of them actually.
