Entranced 18+

Twenty Three

It had been two weeks since she saw Zubby last; he'd left town for work but that didn't stop him from haunting her sleeping and waking moments. He constantly texted and called and when she was asleep, her dreams were full of him. Her conscience pricked at her for thinking about him so much but she refused to pick out that emotion and decipher it.

In the few days he'd been in town, she'd gone over the recordings from the camera and listening devices but hadn't gotten much. There was one video though that made her heart race. He'd looked straight at the camera, as if he could see it and then cocked his head before looking away. The whole thing was about ten seconds but had gotten her into panic mode. There was no way he knew it was there right? If he did he'd have probably called someone in to check for bugs. Maybe he was just lost in thoughts or something.

She sighed, looking down at her watch. It was already time to go meet her seamstress. She'd put the two weeks Zubby was away to good use, selecting a few designs out of the hundreds she'd made and done a lot of fabric shopping. It took her a few more days to finally decide on a seamstress and today was the day she'd see the final product of three of her designs. Her heart raced with excitement. This had been a dream for the longest time, something she'd never thought would come to fruition until after she'd sorted her issue with Zubby.

But being unemployed and bored had her reconsidering. She wouldn't deny the fact that he'd been a motivating factor; seeing him going out and living his dream had pushed her. Maybe she was too hard on herself. Amara had never asked her to seek justice, in fact she knew her sister would be happy to see her finally be happy. However, she'd never be truly happy until the truth was out in the open.

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Her seamstress had delivered! It was like the woman had reached into her mind and produced the image that was there. Only a few adjustments had to be made to one of the lingerie, the rest was perfect. She hugged the young lady and thanked her one more time before sitting. Now that she'd seen how skilled the woman was, she was ready to go bigger.

She pulled out her phone and began setting up meetings. She needed to meet with a photographer and his model for a product shoot and then check on her IT guy. Her website should be up and running by the end of the week. This was a business she'd thought would take years to start up but because she had money and was able to hire help, she was almost set.

"Did you wait long?" a young man asked before taking the seat opposite her. "It's me Dare, the photographer."

"Ah." She stretched her hand out for a handshake. "you're actually early. My other meeting just ended. Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon ma." He beamed at her before waving down a server. "Bottled water please, and another coffee for my madam."

"Thank you." Ijeoma smiled back at him. "What about the model? Shouldn't she be a part of this discussion."

"You don't have to worry about her. I've talked to her about it already and she's okay with using the contract I already have in place with her. So the price I'm giving you will be a package deal, enough to cover her fees, mine and the make up artist."

"Before we start talking about payment, let me see your work. The ones I've seen were mostly weddings and birthday shoots, very few product photography and you know we're working with underwear."

"That's not a problem." He grinned, bending to pull out his laptop. "Can I take the seat next to you. It would be hard with me across the table."

"Sure." Dare took the seat next to her and turned his laptop on. Before long, they'd started to delve into his works and all she could say was she was amazed. He was really good at his work and he even showed her some of the pictures with the model she'd be working with. Imagining the slim yet curvy beauty in her works made Ijeoma smile. She was just so lucky. Everything was going wonderfully well and she was not going to jinx it.