Teach Me Love

Sir Gerald

Lena's POV

Since Stef dismissed herself from my class, I admit that I feel more at ease and relaxed than when we were living hidden. I wasn't too happy about the fact that she did, and even more that she didn't discuss it with me first, but I can't say that it wasn't for the best because it was. I can feel the difference. Stef is more open with me, more comfortable and committed to me than before. Now, I'm looking forward to seeing how our relationship will work out and if it will last. I hope it will, but we never know.

Right now, Stef is at her appartement for as always, she makes it a point to sleep often there so that her neighbors won't be tempted to break into her place to steal whatever they would find to steal. It was still very much infuriating to me, and I wish she would just find something else or flat out move in with me, but I know that finding a new apartment in not easy for her, and I think I know why she won't live with me. I've learned over the months that Stef is a very proud person, and she absolutely would hate to live as a kept woman, so I think that I will have to wait a very good among of time before she finally decides to move in with me, or I would have to be very, very convincing...

I was currently at my house, reading some redaction from my students when I heard my doorbell going off. Of course, Marcus went to see who it was and then knock at my office to announce Sir Gerald Gibson, one of my father's dearest friends.

I stand up from my desk and walk into the living room, smiling widely at the man.

"Sir Gerald, it's nice to see you. It's been so long. How are you?" I say, coming toward him to shake his hand warmly.

Sir Gerald is a very sophisticated man, with very good taste, he loves pretty things and it shown by his look. He's tall and large and that didn't change even though he's getting older, remembering me that the time is flying.

"Lena... it's very nice to see you too. You're still a sight for sore eyes, my dear. And I'm good for my age, you know. And you, how have you been?" he says, smiling as well.

He had always had a soft spot for me, he would always bring me some little gifts from his multiples travels when I was little, and he came by very often to check on me the first few years from my father's death.

He too works in the architectural domain even though he's not really an architect, but he has knowledge about materials, about the history of old building and so many other things very specific which made his fortune. Also, he has a foot in the art industry, he's a very big collector of art pieces, he's a passionate and would spend insanely high among of money to have a work of art that he would have a crush on.

"I'm very good, thank you. Can I offer you something to drink? Whatever you would like." I say taking a sit across from him.

"I'll take a lemonade if you don't mind, honey."

"Of course. Marcus, bring us two fresh lemonades, please." I say to Marcus who nods politely and walk away.

"So, what do I owe your visit? Did you come to see Rosy?" I tease, for I know that this old man had always had eyes for Rosy, even though she never even noticed.

"Ah Lena! You have your father's jokes, huh!" he laughs as I do as well for even though he's a very serious businessman, he had always been someone that we can talk to freely. He's also a straight shooter, you'll never have to ask what he's thinking, because it's very brutally honest, which I know my father appreciated dearly.

"But no darling, I came here because I would like to know if you would agree to give me the plan that your father had last made for the new museum that the State was about to command before he passed away... I know that it is a lot to ask, and I'll completely understand if you'd say no darling... but hear me out first." He explained as I look at him a bit curious as Marcus enter the room with our drinks, put them on the coffee table before leaving the room again after we said thank you.