A story about this enthusiastic yet somewhat mischievous girl and her newfound crush. Their meeting could only have been fate because they were tailor-made for each other. They didn't realise when, but them playing around changed to a bond that seem...
It was quite chilly in the meeting room. Connor being the well-known business man, he was preoccupied with his collection of companies going bankrupt.
It was all fine and dandy until he received the life-changing phone call this morning. His personal secretary told him that most of the people who were going to buy shares of the companies dropped out.
Essentially, the 'accomplishment' was going to be so insignificant; virtually equivalent to nothing. But at least it was something.
"Keep all the paperwork involved with any purchase, especially the invoice," Connor ordered his secretary clicking the pen in his hand. "List all the solutions we have that could us out of this disaster too." He said, handing her some documents before she went out.
Right after that, he was lost in thoughts, totally forgetting Evan's -a fellow businessman- presence.
A few minutes passed in silence, both men thinking. Connor, about his failing work, and Evan, about how his plan is successful so far.
Evan started coughing to get Connor's attention. He had finally put his ideas together and was ready to continue with the well-schemed plan.
When he did, he stated, "I see you've got some serious money issues and your companies are losing a lot."
"No shit, Sherlock!" Connor snapped angrily.
"Though, it's not too late to save 'em."
Connor narrowed his eyes at him."What do you mean?"
He can feel that that sly bastard is up to something.
Evan gave him a smile. One with pure venom. "I am willing to give you cash." He said blatantly. "But nothing's for free mate, all magic comes with a price."
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Lilly's P.O.V
12:45pm, my phone read. Ugh. Waking up nauseous and light-headed, I leant against the bed for support and shook my head hoping that the hangover would clear. Being in a state like this was surely something no one would envy.
"Hmph... I'm probably late for the free morning buffet." Although I was laying in bed in the fetal position in so much pain, I still complained to myself.
Reaching for the telephone on the nightstand, I dialled the room service's number and asked for aspirin along with some breakfast.
I had no memory of last night. Okay, that may be a lie. I had lots of memories, but it's hard to figure out which of them were true and which were my dreams and fantasies.
There is one in particular. One which I deeply hope wasn't a fantasy.
A few minutes later I heard knocking on my door causing me to shout out, "Come in!"
