The Contract

Chapter 61-The Appeasing

"Woah, this man got a lot on his mind. Does he wanna go off the budget?" I asked as I flipped through the files.

Kourtney laughed. "And I've got other news, I've gotten Culinary Cosmos to agree to the contract"

"Oh my gosh! For real?" I turned to her in disbelief and she nodded excitedly. "What are we celebrating?" Someone asked and we both turned to see Davis walking in.

"Hey"

"Long time no see busy bee" he said and we embraced. "I'm sorry you didn't meet me when you came"

"Yeah, Kourtney told me. You had another honeymoon in Utah" he replied. "What?" I asked and they laughed.

"So, you made out time from your busy schedule to see me, doctor?" I asked. "I own my own practice now, I'm as independent as you are, Mrs Ferrari" he replied and I smiled.

"How are you doing, Kourtney?" He asked and she smiled. "I'm good "

"I was worried when I saw you at the hospital last Friday" he mentioned. "You had another check up?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I made an appointment with the doctor twice a week " she explained. "And how did you..." I trailed off as I was about asking Davis.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"She was in Calabasas" I said, glancing at Kourtney with a knowing look, she didn't meet my eyes. "Well, I just came check up on you" Davis continued, turning back to me

"You coming to the dinner tomorrow?" I asked. "Yeah, I got an invite from Derrick. He apparently got the contract"

"Yeah, Congrats to him"

His phone beeped and he glanced down at it, "I got to go"

"Sure" we embraced and he left "Bye Davis" I shot to Kourtney and pulled her back before she could head up the stairs.

"Check up, huh? Now, I see the reason why you went all the way to Calabasas"

"Yes, for a check up" she replied dryly and I scoffed. The door got pulled open and Layla went to attend to the lady. "You went to see Davis"

"Whaaaat"

"Mrs Vega" I turned back to Layla, she had bags in her hand. "Delivery for you"

"Ooh" Kourtney took them from her, I sighed and went up to my office. "Where's Bethany?"

"Remember you told her to handle some of the appointments today" she reminded, dropping the bags on the table. "Yes"

"Who are they from?"

"None of your business, Kourt. Hillary will be arriving today, she'll be staying over at the house"

"She's the stylists for Ms Baxter?" She asked. "Yes, when's the meeting again?"

"You've got 30 minutes. I'll be back," she said, nodding before walking out. I barely acknowledged her, too focused on the task at hand.

I turned back to the bags, my fingers brushing against the sleek, black box buried inside. The inscription on it caught my eye: De Beers.

I frowned and reached for the little card tucked beside it. The words stared back at me:

These are for you.

I scoffed, the disbelief rising in my chest like a wave. Did he seriously think this was an apology? A couple of meaningless words scrawled on a card and whatever trinket was in that box—was this his idea of redemption? Did he think cheap sentiments and expensive gifts could make me forget what he did?