It's A Great Big Beautiful World (BFFWM)

Morning Meeting

Melly

My apartment is completely decked out. It's completely furnished with a walk in  closet. I hang up my clothes for tomorrow's meeting and throw myself on my new king sized bed.

My alarm blares at 7 am. I hope out of bed and get myself ready. After my shower, I lotion up and perfume down. I beat my face to SOME of the gods, not all of them. For clothes, I refer to the outfit I laid out the night before and I get dressed. I wear my pink and yellow tribal printed bodycon dress with the black outline around the perimeter. It stops right under the knee, like a midi dress. I pair that with my teal blazer with the quarter sleeves and the gold buttons and cuff links. I don't button the blazer though, because I want people to see the tribal print of the dress. For shoes, I wear my teal sandals with the clunky heel and the gold band around the ankle. If you didn't know, this outfit is a part of my collection. You gotta promote yourself if you want anyone else to promote you.

I grab my portfolio of ideas and my black clutch for my phone and wallet. Then I walk out, lock my door, and cross the street for my meeting with Mr. Battaglia.

Drago

"Mr. Battaglia, a Miss Melanesia is here to see you," my assistant says. I wave to let her in. "After you, ma'am," I hear, and then my door closes. When I look up, I see the most beautiful woman, after my Ma of course, waiting at the door. I guess I was staring for a little too long because, before long, I hear her clear her throat.
"Uh . Hello, I am Drago Luciani Battaglia and, uh," I stumble across my words and I try to get up before I realize that my little friend is excited. I quickly sit back down. "Please," I gesture, "have s seat." She does, and I watch as her beautiful ass sits in my seat. Damn, how I wish I was that chair, I think to myself. Soon enough, soon enough.

"Good morning, Mr. Battaglia. My name is Melanesia and I have a few ideas for my clothing line, Tresses."

I stop her. "Before you continue," I start, "please, call me Drago, I insist." I flash a smile and wink. She takes a deep breath and then....

Melly

What is this man doing to me? Jesus, I'm glad that I'm wearing underwear, but I'm gonna need a new pair ASAP. These are ruined, if you know what I mean. As soon as he winks, I take a deep breath before I continue with my business and fashion marketing plans. The whole time I'm talking, Mr. Ba.... I mean, Drago, is listening intently, like he actually cares. I mean, it's his company and he probably does, but he looks like he cares about ME. Who am I kidding? Let me finish this introductory meeting.