Not So Perfect

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Leona was enraptured with the meritorious management that Tayson Huxley had at her disposal. The jet was prepared an hour prior. When she entered the jet, she was ensorcelled by the marvelous interiors. The opulent leather seats and the highly professional staff greeted her with minimal words. She refused to eat anything but the staff insisted that they were strictly ordered to feed her something. Finally, she ordered a cup of tea and nearly moaned at the taste. She hated that it was the most perfect cup of tea she ever had. She hated it so much that she ordered another cup and slept soundly.

When they landed, Leona denied getting into the lavish car that stood in front of her. To her relief, no one seemed to dare convince her to get into the car. Ryan had already undertaken preparatory measures to ensure that the winter hair beauty was escorted to Tayson.

She was mindlessly scribbling on her iPad, as Ryan drove them. A particular thought constantly pummeling at the back of her head. She was about to reveal her identity to someone. There would be another being who would know who she is. Ronald and Ryan were the only people who knew the face behind Ebony. And here was she, on the way to reveal it to the man she had never met. She did google him but didn't read into him much. Her amazing manager did that for her. 

"So, tell me about this pretentious jerk." Her chilled voice was so low but she knew Ryan heard it as the car slowly ceased.

"What?" Ryan arched his brows in the rear mirror. "I thought someone said 'I do have time to know about- What was that word?  infinitely something creatures residing on the planet'. What happened to that?"

"Infinitesimal, you mean." 

"Why are talking like a noble lady in that polite articulation and fancy words? Did you binge-watch Brigerton?"

Leona nodded, looking proud."Yes. Season two is better. And you could perhaps update your vocabulary. It's weak."

Ryan overlooked her sentence and spoke. "So, the Huxley are one of the very crucial families in the US. Widespread in business. Art, fashion illustrations, interiors, and architecture. They could be contemplated as royal with their supreme riches and camaraderie. To talk about Tayson Huxley, he is the Director of Huxley Visions, the company that manages the top artists, sculptors and designers. He is the heir to all the corporation sectors within Huxley Visions, which includes Huxley illustrations and Huxley designs and interiors. He is the founder of the TH brand, the most extravagant brand of art medium. Moreover, he also leads a striking career in the field of modeling for global fashion brands. He is a-"

"Head over heels for him already, aren't we?" She let out. "Your gayness is blossoming."

"Gayness?" Ryan scoffed. "Is that even a word?"

Leona heaved her eyes to meet his and a predatory smile gleamed on her face. "Whatever you are thinking drop it, Leona." The sheer panic was weaved in his thick voice. "We are not getting out of this. We need to meet him. He is your employer."

Leona flashed him a blank look. "He wouldn't know me, right? There is no way anyone could recognize me."

The statement was more like a question. Her uneasiness was thoroughly visible, plaquing the car with prickling thoughts.

"Relax. There is no way he could recognize you. It's been five years since you left the country, I am sure no one remembers what happened back then," Ryan reassured her. But the tornado churned dangerously in her chest, strangling her. She was aware that Tayson wouldn't care about who is she, and the trails of the rotten past that she left behind. He wouldn't care about her name, the secrets that bind her name, the name that stirred mysteries in LA and perished with her. He was there for business and so was she, it should be quick and easy.