"Is vodka really all you care about?", he asked visibly angry. "Yeah, most probably", I replied just to piss him off more. "You're so irresponsible", he spat. "Why, thank you", I smiled. Ooh...his vein is pulsing. "Fuck you, Kamaia". "Not even in yo...
Kamaia Armani's Trying to untangle the bird's nest on my head was a task I didn't expect to be this strenuous. Black girl problems, am I right? I'm mixed but still, those negro hair genes still be frustrating me.
I had sent an email last night to Mr. Carozza's secretary giving tiny details about the proposal and requesting a meeting. I know what you're thinking. Wasn't it too late at night to send an official email. Actually, I didn't care and in my defense, I didn't particularly expect her to see it last night.
Ah! I shrieked in horror as a whole ton of my hair came off with my detangling brush. Okay, maybe it was just a few strands. Doesn't make it any less shriek worthy.
As you've already probably guessed, I care a lot about my appearance and I put a lot of work into it as well. Can't have me looking like shit on a fine Monday morning.
I let my natural curls dangle freely. Putting on a bit of makeup and well picking an outfit, I'm ready in no time. Now, to take a quick pic for the gram.
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Yes, once again, I know what you're thinking, that's not how you should dress to work, just so you know, I don't care, and I avoid corporate clothes at all cost except it's important and yes, I use Instagram quite more than I'd like to admit, it's addictive.
"Good morning, papa", the smell of french toast hit me and I smile. "Kamaia, you sleep well", he asks. I nod. Lies, I actually couldn't fall asleep, insomniac?.... hmm, probably. Or maybe it was the excessive caffeine I ingested so I'd be able to stay awake creating a proposal presentation.
"Toast?", He asks and I nod. Once again, yes, my papa cooks and we have breakfast and dinner together every single day. My phone vibrates. Email from Carozza's secretary. They agreed to the meeting tomorrow. Good. I smile.
+++ Roulian Carozza's "Sir, would you like coffee, sir?", My secretary begins babbling the moment I step foot in the building. "Of course, Sheila, don't I drink coffee everyday", she scurries off probably to make the coffee.
Entering the elevator and watching the employees part to give room makes me slightly uncomfortable but that's not important right now. "Sir, your schedule is going to be free throughout tomorrow", Sheila says as soon I enter the office. How she got here before me remains a mystery.
"What's your point?", I ask. "I want to fit in the proposal meeting with K.Armani tomorrow", she says. "Uhm, sure", I reply stirring my coffee. "So I'm assuming you won't need me here for anything", she says like a question. "Sure, Sheila, take the day off", I say. "Thank you", she shrieks.
+++ Kamaia Armani's Tomorrow came sooner than expected and now I'm here in front of my mirror making sure I look corporate enough for a meeting (yes, this is one of those important situations) Don't get me wrong, I didn't go overboard with the whole blazer thingy that people do. I had on a simple black turtleneck dress and I straightened my hair. That's as good as it's gonna get people.
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I decide to check on papa before leaving and I find him in the study. "You're still wearing a suit at home?", My nose is scrunched up in disgust. "I'm a business owner, I'm used to dressing like this", he says and I scoff.
"Are you ready?", He asks and I shrug non challantly. "Of course, now you stay home and get some rest, no checking on the office or any of those things you do", I give him a kiss on the cheek. "Says who?", He protests "Says the new acting CEO of K. Armani beauty till further notice", I stamp my foot for dramatic effect. "Bye, papa" "Have a great day, darling"
Okay, between you and I, I was slightly nervous not because I have stage fright or anything but because I don't think I know enough about business. Well for starters, the only thing I have close to business knowledge is the one year online management course I took during quarantine. Other than that, I'm super chill about this cause I always got my charm.
The appointment with Roulian Carozza is by 11am. I still have enough time. I head to the factory first."Good morning, Ms. Armani", an employee greets me. I smile in return and start inspecting the sanitary habits of the workers.
You're probably wondering what business I have with the factory itself but it's actually where I spend my day on a usual, hence my casual dressing and also wondering why I was dipping a blue litmus paper in the tub of hyaluronic acid. Everything's in check. "Make sure the bottles are well sterilized", I say before leaving the factory.
"Where are we headed now, ma'am", Joe, my driver asks as I settle into the back seat. "I've told you to just call me Kamaia, we're literally family and we're headed to the main office building", I say.
The building is quite tall. We do have a name in the beauty industry which makes me wonder why our sales started depleting out of the blues and papa has to almost file for bankruptcy m. The company had been doing well remaining at the top for the longest time and the profits were on a steady yearly rise. Whatever happened to make papa think he needs to file for bankruptcy? Are the sales actually plummetting? Is that even possible?
+++ I head off to the Carozza building at exactly 10:30. Don't wanna be late. The building is quite beautiful, the whole glass thing makes it significant. I look at my mirror "You've got this, Kamaia", I tell myself and make my way in with the most confident strut you've probably ever witnessed.Yup, I was oozing confidence.
The conference room was as basic as any other conference room and I waited for about 2 minutes before Roulian Carozza casually walked in. "Roulian Carozza, nice to meet you", I stretch forth my hand for a handshake.
"I'm not sure I appreciate being referred to like that by Mr. Armani's assistant, especially not one who's clearly underdressed for a professional meeting", him not knowing who I am, I completely understand, I'm hidden from the public eye, but saying I'm underdressed, I committed a whole two hours into my appearance today and it's still not corporate enough? I give up, at least I tried. "Where's Mr. Armani?", He asks.
"Mr. Armani will not be joining us today as he is on strict bed rest. Doctor's orders", I say walking over to the projector. "And who exactly are you?", He questions quite judgementally. "Kamaia Armani, current CEO of K.Armani beauty, now if you'll have your seat, Mr. Carozza"
Author's Note So that's chapter two, they finally meet, sorry it's short, it's kind of a filler chapter, thoughts? Complaints? Opinions? Yada yada yada Vote, comment and other stuff Hugs and kisses from Angel 1109 words
