The Arranged Deal✅ |COMPLETED|

Meeting his 'type'

Hey berries!! See mostly this chappie is in Steve's pov but as I am trying to make this book different from others, there would be a different pov part. After these three '《《《 'it will start. The left-aligned text would be Steve's pov and the right-aligned text would be Eve's pov. Enjoy..

The moment that girl walked into my room, I felt something. My intimidating and controlling aura is something I am very proud of and by default, my looks, thanks to my dad. I've never seen a women who is at such a big position. I've met women in business deals but generally they are PAs. Most women sit at home, cover their faces with make up and live off either their father's or their husband's. They are dependant. My mother absolutely despised dependance and so do I. She worked as dad's PA for a long time and then joined the customer relation department of Jayce corporations. She also retired with dad after a lot of convincing by me.
However, all the other women I've met either squirm in my vicinity or swoon over my looks. No I'm not your standard definition of CEO. Actually, your definition is wrong. Tell me, a person who holds a position of CEO would fritter on women, like seriously? Some do, like exceptions in every case but not everyone. I personally have neither ever liked it nor did it. I never played with women. I enjoyed their reaction when they put their all to impress me and flirt around and I paid no heed to them. But she was different. The way she carried herself, her confident strides, her firm handshake were enchanting. The worst part was her aura. Her vibes were overpowering mine and making me feel inferior. She was not having much make up just something shiny on her lips.
I couldn't let anyone make me feel intimidated so I tried to mock her but it seemed to backfire. She brought up my succession to my dad's company. I would otherwise have carried the conversation as calmly as she was but that mention was what took me off guard. I never got the company by mere dynasty system. In fact, while I was young, I hardly ever lived with my parents. I always lived in boarding school and as a child I held a grudge against my parents for that. When I was about to graduate, my dad asked me to find a job on my own. He labelled me incapable of running a company as big as his. It was just 4 years back when I was a successful interior Designer that I got the company.
She not only turned down the deal fearlessly but also muttered defiantly that she would never like to meet me again. I will ruin her. Not through business but sure as hell I'll make her bend. I didn't think that women were any less capable than men, but the world is not about your capabilities but your deeds. Women can be easily weakened emotionally and she won't be very different, would she?

I was informed that some girl was to come and meet me today with a deal, when Rick met me in the morning. I also told him about my parents demands. "So you agreed with your dad?" He asked with a shock dainted face after I had told him the highlights of the matter.
"Yeah so? Do you think I have a type?" I questioned with a smirk.
"Are you sure you're not.." he asked a bit seriously though I knew that he was controlling his fit.
"Are you insane. I am a MAN." I said exasperated. He was purely ridiculous.
"Prove it." He smirked.
"Rick go to hell." I was busy with my work plus my act won't suit my formals otherwise he would have...
"Wow man I knew you are successful but you have connections in hell as well? Woah. When shall I join?" He faked excitement. He studied my gaze and then continued," What? I know you and your company can't survive without me."
This time I just picked up the landline receiver.
"Ok ok I'm leaving boss." He got up to leave but turned and asked," You were dialing security or mental asylum?" With that he left.
I returned back home at my usual time, 11. The next day would be Sunday so I'll have a half day. I would probably spend some time with mom and dad.
I wasn't able to sleep peacefully that night. Her face, her aura, her body language were so.. perfect? Had my definition of perfect matched? No it could never. But I'll ruin her.

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Next morning I left for work on my usual time that is 'early' according to my mom. At work I asked Rick to gather information about Miss Stanford. I asked him to do it without questions but he won't stop wiggling his eyebrows.
Around one, dad called.
"Hello dad. Anything important? Are you guys alright?" I couldn't stop worrying about them since the incident.
"We are alright Steve. Do you remember uncle Tyson?" he replied.
"Yeah! Of course! He was the only one of your colleagues from the older job who was worth meeting." I remembered the calm man who was my favourite uncle. He was a close friend of dad when he had not started his company. Even after that they were close but rarely met because dad shifted to LA. As for me, I couldn't meet him at all due to my hostel.
"We are going to meet him today." He continues.
"He lives in our city, New Jersey?" I asked.
"Yeah. So don't be late otherwise I'll leave on my own." He said and hung up.
"No... ughhh dad." I yelped frustrated. He shouldn't leave alone. It's unsafe for them.
I hurried to home and saw them getting into a car. I stopped my car, handing the keys to a guard, ran towards their car. I took the keys from dad preventing him from sitting and driving by himself. I was returned a stern glare. So good for a thanks!
As we moved out I tried to strike up a conversation."Dad suddenly?"
"You remember your promise son?"he asked. All this while mum was seated with an expression that looked pleased. I stole glances at her but she was too busy staring at the road.
"Yes dad. So?" I tried to equalise my gaze and attention between him and the road.
"That is why we are visiting them." He said.
I have him a confused look. "He has a daughter. She is an entrepreneur. We couldn't contact them after the incident but I remember the way to Evelyn's house." With that he pointed at the phone which was guiding me.
"But dad..." I couldn't sum up anything.
"She is an independant girl who doesn't live off her father's and doesn't cake her face with makeup. You should try your best and be good to her. Don't even think of anything rubbish to speak." He said emphasizing on 'independent'.
"If she wants to marry me, she should learn to accept the facts." I said irritated.
"You just be good to her. If you try to spoil anything me and your mother will return back to LA and not oblige to any of your security arrangements. And she is not wanting to marry you." He spoke with enough seriousness to make me yield. My mind drifted of to the 'girl'. Would she be as independent and confident as Miss Stanford? Shut up. When did you start comparing these terms with her. Wait! Miss STANFORD. "Dad what is her full name?" I asked, all my attention towards dad.
"Stanford. Evelyn Stanford. You haven't met her. She was the one we celebrated Christmas with after I handed you the company." He completed. I nodded.
My happiness was transcending. I was utterly sure of my strong feelings towards her. I was sure that I would make her bend. Rick told me her name and a brief of her records. She was a very determined girl and kept distance from most of the people. She rarely attended parties and had a clear record.
We turned into a small driveway which led to a small but beautiful two-storey house. The outside walls were of pastel pink and gray, a good combination I would say as a designer. To stairs led upto the door. Dad and mom rang the bell while I parked the car beside another red car that was standing there. I then followed my parents. I heard dad say something related to gummy bears which made me alert but seeing it was directed towards her made my lips turn into a smirk.
She was about to close the door when our eyes locked. She was wearing a loose olive coloured t-shirt and shorts. I never used to notice women but I literally scanned her. She looked entirely different from the first time I saw her. Then she was curt, firm and professional. Here she looked relaxed with speakers hanging around her neck and her odd hairstyle, which included some hair tied while other loosely let down. God I never knew these styles of women and who was complaining? Not me.
She also looked at my blue tuxedo wide eyed and gritted,"You?"
"Good evening Miss Stanford."
Mom chose to turn and check on me at that moment because 'we' were interrupted by her,"Looks like my son knows you Eve."
I nodded and replied, "Yes mom, I do."
I went inside without waiting for invitation. The house smelled chocolaty. I saw two figures hurrying upstairs. Mom spoke," Your house hasn't changed except for the curtains. It's very nice to see you after such a long time." I saw both of them sit and smile at her.
She smiled back and asked me to sit. I sat and took into the surroundings. The room wasn't very big but was well arranged to appear alike. An L-shaped red couch and round table resting on the top of a beige carpet complimented the cream coloured walls and red ceiling perfectly. They looked like designed by an interior designer.
A smile quickly made its way on my face when I heard footsteps and saw uncle Tyson and aunt Maria approaching us. I immediately stood up and walked towards him. "Hello uncle! Good to see you too aunt!" He raised an eyebrow playfully and asked,"Who are you? I remember Steve as a grumpy child in contrast with your handsome personality."
"I wasn't grumpy uncle." I said as we headed towards everyone after our manly hug.
I sat down on a bean-bag beside her as the conversation went from me to her.
"Eve, I completely forgot to tell you that uncle Jayce owns a property business and he could have helped you." Uncle finally said after they were done embarrassing us.
"Steve manages the business now. You can discuss with him." Dad replied.
She gulped her drink struggling and said," Yeah. We met but the deal didn't work out. No issues I've a meeting with another dealer tomorrow." She said, a frown adorning her face before the return of her smile. I noticed that she looked good when she smiled. Scratch that. Probably she mixed something in my drink. Yeah.
"That was before you didn't know each other. But.." Dad said. His word astounded me and I doubted her drugging all of us. How could he act so unprofessional.
"Uncle you know I don't like preferential treatment." she replied with an irritated look. I was sure she was faking it but her eyes did not agree. She has drugged you, remember. Hmm.
"You are a good person. Spend some time with my son. Steve" he gestured for us to leave.
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