Ace's POV:
I couldn't sleep all night. Not because I was thinking of her- You were thinking of her. My subconscious rolls her eyes at me. But that wasn't the only reason I was up. I argue with my subconscious. Yeah, right. He scoffs. He is more annoying than Mia. Gah.
The feeling that something was wrong had been bugging me since I last met her, yesterday. She still hadn't called and I am assuming she is still thinking about my offer. But the scar on her left eyebrow was difficult to ignore.
Who could've done that?
You know, she could've just hit her head on the door or something. The person inside my head said in a duh-tone.
Something is wrong, but I am going to find out what is and make it right. I vow to myself.
"Andrea?" I call her.
"Yes, sir?" she says confidently. I like confident people.
"Please get me all the information about the 'De Patisserie Club' and arrange a meeting with the owner." I say in my professional tone.
"Right away, sir."
5 minutes later, I hear the ping of an Email and open it without wasting a second. It's the information of the bakery and it contains everything. And I mean Everything. I scroll through the information about the history of the owner, name, and other useless(ful?) stuff and click on the staff.
The list of the staff isn't long and before I know it, the cursor of my mouse is hovering over her name, Nymphadora Snow. They have her picture attached to it, too.
Name: Nymphadora Tonks Snow.
Harry Potter fans, eh?
Gender: Female.
Date of Birth: 31st December.
Date of Joining: 31st December 2016.
Age at Joining: 15 years.
Nationality: American, Pakistani.
Place of Birth: Seattle, USA.
Guardian: Adeline Nyx Snow.
The guardian's name seemed vaguely familiar but I can't put my finger on it. Okay, first thing, she is a duo national. Second, she was only 15 when she joined. Third, her birthday is just around the corner. Fourth, I can't help but feel the irony of the situation. Snow and Winter? What a deadly combo, eh? He who shall not be named says. Fifth, why does she not live with her parents? Well, I mean both her parents, if that woman is her mother.
Just then, the office phone rings, and I pick it up, knowing it's Andrea.
"Yes?"
"Ms. Jones, the owner of the bakery, has agreed to have a meeting with you at 2 pm. If that's okay with you, I can let her know."
"Do I have any meeting after 2?"
"None on the schedule, sir." She responds after a few seconds.
"Ask her if she needs a ride. That will be all. Thank you."
"Okay, sir." She hangs up.
This is going to be fun.
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A slim, beautiful but caked with makeup, the redhead is sitting in front of me.
Not as beautiful as Nymphadora, though. A voice in my head says.
I honestly expected Ms. Jones to be a plum thirty-year-old woman but here I am, looking at a woman who is barely above 25.
"Sarah Jones." She says as if she had noticed my penetrating gaze on her.
"Ace Winter," I say in a professional tone.
I already don't like this woman. I don't know why but I just don't.
"Thanks for having a meeting with me on such short notice. I have a meeting after this so let's not beat around the bush." I lie. "I want to buy your bakery. I had called my real estate manager and all that stuff and I have come to know that the estimated cost of your bakery, along with the interior and everything, is One million Sixty-five thousand but I am sure we can settle it on One million Seventy-Five thousand." I say while she seductively twirls a lock of hair around her index finger and bites her lip.
"If you are up with it, we can sign the deal," I say after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence in which she only eyed me up and down shamelessly before fixing her gaze on my lips. I feel sick.
"I wonder why you are interested in my bakery." She says.
"I don't know if you know about it or not but I have been in this business for a while and I am trying to expand it. To my luck, your bakery will be the best to invest in since it is a non-commercial area."
"Here's the contract, you can sign it and we can deposit the money in your bank account," I say and she stops twirling her hair around her finger and stands up. She puts both her hands on my table and leans on it, into me, enough for me to inhale her strong perfume.
"What if I want more?" She says in a seducing voice.
"What else can I help you with Ms. Jones?" I say with a professional tone.
"Oh please call me Sarah." She says, waving her at me dismissively and straightening up. Turning around, she walks around my table and as she reaches me, she turns my swivel chair so that I am facing her.
She puts both her hands on the armrest of my chair and leans in, close enough that a little movement and our noses will collide with each other. Her breath fans my face as she looks at me with a hint of mischief in her brown eyes.
I still maintain my posture, not having any effect due to our close proximity.
"You know, for starters, you can help me by taking off my dress."
"Only if you do what I ask first," I reply.
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A/n: Short chapter, I know. but it's just a filler chapter. As I have already said in the description of this book that in this book, I will only set the plot for the next part of this book and I will have to add filler chapters like this so that we can get on with all the action in the next book.
Until then, stay safe and be a couch potato like me.
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