The deal

Chapter 8: Daniel Felton

Ally
I have been staying at Jeremy's apartment for a week. He has been so kind and supportive. He hasn't asked anything about my issues and I am still thinking about accepting to share the apartment with him.

At the firm things have been as usual, I had been working in the McFarland case, reading and preparing every report, searching documents and making phone calls not to mention I have to be alert for anything Mr. Grumpypants requests even in the middle of the night. Yesterday Jeremy had to go to Philadelphia. We finally got the address of the driver and he went there to try to convince him to sue McFarland.

It was Friday and I was really looking forward to resting for the weekend. I was exhausted and I really needed to have a good night sleep. Mr. Sterling left the office early and asked me to cancel his appointments since he wasn't coming back for the rest of the afternoon. I sighed relieved when he went out and got into the elevator without telling me anything.  I finished checking some documents and got ready to go to Jeremy's apartment.

As soon as I got there I kicked my shoes off and changed into a pair of yoga pants and an old NYU sweatshirt from the volley team. I prepared some popcorn, took a soda from the fridge and climbed on the couch at the living room. I stretched my arms and looked for a movie to watch on Netflix. I found Love, Rosie. I clicked the play button and watched the movie. A couple of hours later I was dozing off dreaming of Sam Clafflin when my cellphone went off. I checked the screen and it was no other than Blake Sterling. What does he want now? Doesn't he have a girl friend or something to keep him entertained for a couple of days! I stared at the phone and let the phone rang a few times debating if I should just ignore him. The phone call ended and immediately went off again, I sighed defeated and answered the call.

"Yes." I said yawning.

"Bennet I need you to come to a party. I'm meeting a very important prospect for a client and I need you here." He said in a commanding tone. "Bradley will pick you up in an hour. It's a casual party so you only have to wear a dress." He finished.

"But I'm..." I said trying to refuse

"Twenty four – seven, Bennett. Remember?" He said and... yeah  I had no choice than to do it. Damn!

"Fine." I said in an irritated tone.

"Text me your address, so I can send it to Bradley." He finished and hung up.

I sent the text with the address and threw the pillows to the floor. I stood up and stomped my feet childishly. I went to my wardrobe and took out some dresses throwing them to the bed. I took a quick shower and turned the hair straightener on. I wore a black lace dress with three quarter see through long sleeves. The dress was cute; it went down to my mid-thigh and hugged my body in the right parts. I blew dry and straightened my hair and put it on a high pony tail and did my make-up.  I completed my outfit with a pair of black pumps and a small black purse.

By the moment I finished, Bradley rang the bell. I went down and greeted Bradley who was already holding the car's door opened. He greeted me back and I got into the black Mercedes. The smell of new leather and the luxury inside the car immediately engulfed me; maybe it was one of the perks of working for an arrogant conceited workaholic ass.  We arrived to the building on the Upper East Side and Bradley told me go to the penthouse and look for Blake who was already there. I climbed the steps to the entrance and a butler opened the door for me.

"Good night Ms." He greeted politely "Who are you visiting?"

"I'm here to meet my boss Blake Sterling at the party in the penthouse. My name is Ally Bennett" I said smiling politely at him.

"Oh... you mean Mr. Felton's party." He said.

"Mr. Felton?" I repeated feeling a pit forming in my stomach. Daniel Felton. It couldn't be the same Felton. I mean Daniel is not rich. He lives in a house in Queens I went there so many times how could he be the same Mr. Felton. The person who lives here has to be filthy rich.