The Contract

Chapter 166-The Handler

"Alright Mrs Lorde...let us get down to details" I suggested, opening up the little notepad on the table. The blonde woman cleared her throat and took one last sip from the glass before leaning back on her seat.

"Mrs Ferrari, I have to remind you again that this event is important"

"You've made that abundantly clear, Mrs Lorde"

"Many A list stars will be attending this ball, it should be perfect" she continued. "I think my portfolio should speak for itself"

"It does, you were my first recommendation when I went in search for an event planner" she admitted and I nodded. "So, I want you to be rest assured that everything should go perfectly"

And with that we went back to work, it was Friday and here I was on a business appointment. For today, I wore a little white dress, even though I felt shitty inside, I shouldn't show it.

Things were the same, he hasn't been back which was making me believe he never will be.

I was trying so hard not to care but it was seeming impossible, I let out a huff, letting my frustration spill into the conversation. "I know I know, that was a horrible idea" Mrs Lorde complained, shaking her head as she filled back up her glass.

I didn't even know what she was talking about but I had to nod in agreement and get mind back here.

After an hour, the meeting ended and I exchanged shakes with the client before she left, I sat back down to arrange my things and at least, finish the bottle of wine before I head back home and wallow in self pity.

I filled back up my wine glass and began going through the note I took and I also made some few calls with business associates that will be needed for the event, since it was an A list star ball.

I rounded up everything at a little past 8 pm, only because I ran out of wine and I've been in a restaurant for almost 2 hours.

"Is there anything else I could get for you, Mrs Ferrari?" The waitress came back to the table and I was tempted to order another bottle but I listened to moral side.

"I'm alright, just direct me to the ladies room" I requested and she beamed and pointed me towards it.

The cool air in the small, tiled room felt refreshing as I leaned against the counter. My reflection stared back at me, the lingering traces of frustration and restlessness visible in my eyes.

He was punishing me, and I wish I knew the reason why, then I'd hate myself less. He has always stayed away, even when he promised never to leave, he always did, he's always lied.

He is always fucking lying, always saying he will be back but never comes back, truth never comes out of his mouth...and I was attached.

How did I get here?

"Mrs Ferrari" someone called and I immediately snapped back to the stall behind me. My heart began beating in my chest, I didn't know someone was in there.

I took a slow step backwards to the counter, the place getting quieter as footsteps echoed. The door was thrown open and there stood a woman, my brows twitched.

She was all in leather with shades blocking her features. How does she know my name?

A grin spread across her lips as she strode towards the sink. There was silence as she turned on the tap and the water rushed down. "Who are you?" I finally spoke up, getting out of my trance.

She was quiet and only answered once she turned off the water. "I'm the Handler, you're such a tricky woman to catch" she commented, the grin still intact on her lips.