A single Promise (Wegberg trilogy 1.) (Lesbian story) COMPLETED

Chapter 3

It took forty minutes for the girl to change her clothes and find the giant company building in the city. Usually, work time was from 8 am to 4 pm, but Abigail hoped that the woman would be still there. Entering the photocell door, she was immediately greeted by the golden and warm brown interior. At the side were comfy looking sofas with coffee tables, while in the middle was a huge information desk with a fish tank behind.

Feeling out of place, she walked towards the information desk, greeting the smiling woman. She had a friendly smile which eased the awkwardness in the girl.

"Good afternoon, how may I help you?"

"Hi! I am looking for..." pulling out the business card, she tried to spell the name correctly. "Valeria Van Weg...berg?" the 'berg' part came out the girl's mouth more like she wants to say 'burger'.

Her cheeks reddened by embarrassment, but the woman's face morphed into an understanding smile, not knowing how to spell it either on her first day a few years ago. Opening her mouth to help out the girl she was rudely interrupted.

"It's Wegberg." A cold voice said behind her. The woman's eyes widened seeing who was standing behind the girl.

"Good afternoon, Miss Wegberg." The woman's pronouncing was perfect. Abigail slowly turned around looking up at the tall woman standing in front her. Her mother was right, she was tall and blonde, with an authoritative aura surrounding her. She never thought that a suit can look this hot on a female, but here she was ogling the woman like she would a goddess.

The woman offered her hand for a shaking.

"Valeria Van Wegberg, I heard you were looking for me. Did we have an appointment?" The woman herself was surprised by how soft the girl's hands were.

"No, I-I just wanted to talk to you." The girl stuttered out, immediately slapping herself mentally.

"I didn't catch your name." the woman let go of her hand.

"Abigail Moreno."

"Well, Miss Moreno I was getting out to have dinner, would you like to join me?" honestly the woman didn't have any time outside her working hours, but this teenager girl seemed somehow interesting.

"Ohm...Sure?" the girl didn't understand what was suddenly happening.

"Is that a question?"

"No?" the woman let out an annoyed huff and started walking toward the exit. "Follow me if you have decided."

The girl stood astonished for a few more seconds, then walked (almost ran) to catch up with the towering woman.

They walked quietly next to each other, till they stopped at a fancy looking restaurant. Abigail's stomach clenched by how expensive the food could be here.

Arriving at the door she was thrown off guard when the woman opened the door for her.

"Thank you." The girl mumbled, not knowing what to do as the woman was still behind her.

Thankfully, she got saved by the awkward situation as a waitress came up.

"Do you have a reservation?" Abigail looked back at Valeria, waiting for her answer, surprised to see the woman sanitizing her hands.

"Yes, we have. Wegberg." The woman's eyes widened.

"Of course, follow me." They were led to a corner box, shielding them away from the curious eyes, which were mostly eyeing the girl's attire. She became self-conscious of her light blue jeans and black jacket.

Sitting down, a waiter came up asking what they would like to drink.

"A glass of Veuve Clicquot Rosé Champagne, please." The older woman said with a perfect French. The waiter nodded, then both of them looked at the tense girl.