Sting » Louis

nineteen

Double update! Hell yeah!!!!

The company wasn't really far from our hotel. And I have to admit the ride there was the most uneasy of my life. Louis' words kept echoing in my head. It was as if he was blaming me. Charging me of changing him. Was it everything I told him back on that island that turned him into that Louis? Had he given up all of his beliefs, his beloved land to become something that I would like? How many more sacrifices would he make for my sake? And what about myself? What did I do for him? Absolutely nothing. I erased almost very singly trace of him from my life, in my attempt to move forward. What did he do to gain such a position to Britain's most successful company? All I understood those moments was that everything that had happened to him was because of me. I wondered if anyone would immolate his life for someone. Is it worth the risk? Worth the person? Was I worth it? It seemed so unreal and strange.

I always thought that unconditional love was only fiction. Made up by men and women who are trying to ameliorate reality, to make their dreams come true through their works. There is no human being that can actually love that way. Unfortunately as years go by people are thinking more and more their selves and their instincts. Almost all of the times need and lust replaces pure feelings and respect towards another. That's what I believed. It had been engraved for years in my heart. As sad as it was, it actually assisted me in being down-to-earth and not have extreme expectations from people. But that moment Louis told me he wanted to be accepted by me, everything was overridden. He had feelings for me. Genuine ones, I was almost convinced. Nevertheless, there was something holding me back.

I stayed in my seat without moving at all, with my arms snaked around my waist. I was ready to cry. How many people did I have to wreck? It would be all much easier if I had died that day...

A multileved came into view, before I could embarrass myself once more with tears. I was simple, yet elegant, maginificent on the whole. Many people were going in and out of the building, all looking serious. My anxiety was growing as Becker came to open the door of the car for me. I finally stepped out and took a breath. Louis gave me an encouraging nod and made our way inside.

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I really don't want to tire you with all the business talk we had with mr. Peterson. I would be completely worthless. Mr. Peterson was a ravishing man. He must have been around his mid-fourties. He had brown hair all perfectly styled back and stunning blue eyes. He was tall and had an athletic build. I was actually surprised. I expected someone older and not as handsome as the man in front of me. We receieved a very friendly behaviour and listened carefully to everything we - I told him. Both sides made suggestions about possible changes in the contract that would be signed and after a two and a half hour meeting we finally came to an agreement.

All of the times that I talked Louis would look a me with awe and agree to everyhting I said. He smiled at times and looked proud of who I was. Of that grown, independent woman. I was also satisfied with myself. I still don't know how, but the moment the door of the meeting room closed, my confidence grew and managed to make an excellent presentation of the benefits both companies would have if a deal would be made.

Considering the faces of mr. Peterson and the other stockholders, they wouldn't have expected that either. I was too young and inexperienced to do it, seems I shut everyone's mouths. Even Vesper's. She never tore her gaze from me. She even tried to trap me with some of her questions, trying to discredit out company, but without success. I wanted to take the contract and rub it in her face, when mr. Peterson told us he would sign. It was my first victory against her and my first deal to carry through. I was in cloud nine!