The Contract

Chapter 63-The Talk

I got up once the door was pulled open. Mr and Mrs Baxter stepped in, I put on a smile and greeted, "Welcome, Mr and Mrs Baxter. I'm Pearl Ferrari"

Veronica was all in her bitch glory, clinging to him, Mr Lawrence Baxter was this tall man with a stern look.

I straight out my hand to the couple and she took it. "This is Hillary Banks, she's the designated stylists" I introduced further.

"Nice to meet you both" she beamed, and we all took our seats.

"So honey, I've briefed her on all we want for the wedding" she said to him. "Yeah, Ms Baxter here, told me the plans but I thought it'd nice to hear from you both" I added, getting out my notepad.

"What more could there be in a wedding?" He asked and we all chuckled dryly, knowing deep down he wasn't joking.

"So, the wedding is gonna be in Italy and the theme is-"

"The wedding is gonna be in Italy?" He repeated but with a cold tone and I looked up. "Yes, I thought that was a decision made by the two of you" I answered, glancing at Veronica.

"Yes honey, we talked about this. Italy will be perfect, you know how I've always wanted a destination wedding"

"And It's a beautiful time in Italy right now" I sales pitched and she shot me a sharp look and I held myself from interfering.

"Baby..." She tilted his face to her direction. "... it's gonna be the wedding of the year, we are gonna invite the-"

He gaze shot back to me, sharp. "Sorry for the confusion, Mrs Ferrari. The wedding is gonna be done here in LA, nothing grand just family. Just do your job with planning and I think we are done here" he stated, getting up immediately.

"Honey!!!"

"Mr Baxter, you haven't talked to the the stylists yet"

"Yes, there are lots of ideas we can go through for the suit and then-"

"That isn't a problem, I have got a custom made suit ready. You can pitch your ideas to Veronica here, I don't have time for this" he interrupted, straightening his suit before heading out.

She tried to stop he but... It just didn't work out.

I and Hillary exchanged looks before turning back to her. She cleared her throat, composing herself before looking up at us. "I'll like to see these designs"

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I signed the end of the paper before reaching for the other one, I had began signing without going through anything.

Kourtney already proof read, plus I didn't have time for that, I let out a yawn before grabbing the can began sipping some apple drink.

There was a knock on the door. "Right on time, come in" I called, arranging the file.

The door was opened by Layla and she stepped in. "Can you hand this to Bethany and tell her I'll need the report in 10-"

"Mrs Ferrari, you have a visitor" she said and I paused and glanced behind her to see... Travis.

What the hell?

"Here" I handed her the files anyways, before he walked in fully and she left.

At least he didn't come with his thousand bodyguards.

He was in a custom made suit, that was white, blue and a darker blue. "Can I help you?" I asked, not looking up.

"It's almost 6" he said and I glanced at the clock. "And you're in my office, should we continue stating the obvious?" I inquired.