Beyond The Lie

chapter 9: A Debt Owned

Adeline.

I stepped into the sleek, modern conference room at Elite Fashion House, exchanging warm smiles with Elena Vasquez's assistant. "Adeline, right on time. Please, have a seat."

Elena Vasquez herself walked in, commanding attention with her poised demeanor and stunning appearance. Her piercing green eyes locked onto mine, and she extended a manicured hand.

"Adeline, delighted to finally meet you. Congratulations on your 'Ethereal Dream' gown selection."

I shook her hand firmly. "Thank you, Ms. Vasquez. It's an honor to be here."

Elena gestured to the empty chair across from her. "Please, call me Elena. We're going to discuss the details of our collaboration."

As I sat, Elena's assistant discreetly exited the room, closing the door behind her.

"So, Adeline," Elena began, "tell me about your design inspiration for 'Ethereal Dream.' What drove your creative process?"

I took a deep breath, launching into my passion-fueled explanation. "For me, 'Ethereal Dream' represents the essence of femininity and freedom. I wanted to capture the delicate balance between fragility and strength."

Elena listened intently, her expression thoughtful. "I love that. Our brand embodies empowerment through elegance. I think your design will resonate beautifully with our audience."

She leaned forward, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "I must ask, what inspired the subtle, intricate patterns on the gown?"

"The patterns are inspired by the night sky," I explained. "The constellations represent the limitless possibilities women have, even in the darkest moments."

Elena's eyes sparkled. "That's breathtaking. We'll make sure to highlight that story in our marketing campaign."

As we delved deeper into the discussion, Elena outlined the production timeline, budget, and expectations.

"We're planning a grand showcase for our upcoming collection," she said. "Your gown will be the centerpiece. We'll need you to work closely with our team to ensure seamless execution."

I nodded, absorbing the information. "I'm excited to collaborate. What's the vision for the showcase?"

Elena's smile hinted at grandeur. "Imagine a fusion of art, music, and fashion. We'll transform the venue into an immersive experience."

...and the meeting continued.

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As I entered my apartment, Sophie was fast asleep in bed, while Liv lounged on the couch, engrossed in her favorite TV show. She turned to me with a warm smile.

"So, how was dinner?" Liv asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

My exhausted brain stuttered. Dinner? Was she asking about Eryx? How did she know?

Liv's gaze lingered, awaiting my response. I hadn't realized I'd spaced out.

"Dinner with Elena, right?" Liv clarified, chuckling. "You two are practically BFFs now. No need to call it a meeting!" Her teasing tone was quintessential Olivia – bubbly, charming, and carefree.

Liv's vibrant personality was a stark contrast to mine, but I adored her for it. She was one of those rare people you tolerated – no, loved – because of who they were, quirks and all.

I shook off my fatigue, returning her smile. "It went amazingly well, actually. Better than expected. Thought I'd mess up, but..." I trailed off, relief washing over me.

Liv beamed, nodding encouragement.

"I'm beat, though. Good night," I said, heading toward my room.

Liv turned back to the TV, calling out, "Knew you'd impress her! Rest, babe."

I stepped into my room, Liv's "most comfortable bed" sanctuary, and collapsed onto the plush mattress. I shed my formal attire, exchanging it for soft, comfy clothes that enveloped me in warmth. Removing my light makeup, I felt the weight of the day lifting.

As I settled in, my mind replayed the evening's events – the stressful dinner, those intimidating meetings. Elena, a global icon, made my stomach twist with nerves. I'd met clients before, but she was different. This was a career-defining opportunity, and I couldn't afford to mess up.

We were set to sign the contract soon. The thought sent a mix of excitement and anxiety coursing through my veins. But I knew that once the contract was signed, the real challenges would begin, and stress would escalate.

Eryx and his family... they were a different story altogether. Their mansion, with its opulent decor and imposing presence, hinted at mafia ties. I doubted it, yet the possibility sent a shiver down my spine. He, however, was enigmatic – tall, brooding, and rugged, with piercing eyes that seemed to dare me. His rough exterior concealed polished manners.

Their family seemed dark, secretive, yet calculating. This fake relationship felt perilous, threatening disaster. I could pull out, but something stayed my hand. Perhaps it was curiosity.

If he was lying, a larger scheme was at play. I didn't want that burden on him. A spark of unease flickered within me.

As exhaustion claimed me, Eryx's image flashed in my mind – his commanding presence, rough edges, and unexpected courtesy. His words, laced with respect, belied his tough demeanor.

She's important to me.

he'd said, the phrase echoing in my mind like a whispered promise. Butterflies danced in my stomach, and I pushed the sensation aside.

My phone beeped, breaking the spell.

Eryx: Appreciate u making time tonight

Eryx: I owe you one

Those few words, laced with rough sincerity, caught me off guard. For the first time, I saw glimpses of a man beyond the rugged exterior.

And in that moment, I wondered... maybe there was more to him than I thought.

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