Blind Desires

In His Eyes Chap.8

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~Shax

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 In His Eyes Chapter. 8
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After a long talk with Damien about Nick, I came down to a conclusion. Fuck what Nick says or does; if he tries to hurt Micah then he’ll see a part of me he’s never seen.

I ran my hand through my hair and sighed as I saw Damien drive away from the studio. He had driven in record time to hear me vent. I couldn’t help but smile at that. My brother was there for me whenever I needed him… it was really nice to know that. I walked back inside and looked around. All I had to do for today was the meeting with the company – Nick’s company. A shudder ran through me as I thought about working with him.

“Can I sue him for sexual harassment?” I pondered as I walked to the cooling closet and looked at the pieces of clay I had been playing with the day before. I didn’t know what they were going to be yet, but I was sure it was going to be something amazing. Cocky, I chuckled and sighed as I reached for a piece of clay that needed to be set on the wheel.

As I lost myself in the feel of the clay between my fingers, someone walked into the studio. I knew it was a man by his stance and the way he carried himself around the place. I had shelves showing my work, and I also had tables showing the work I would be working on or that other workers/students had done. This was a learning environment, after all.

“Excuse me, how much for this tea set?” a deep voice asked, getting my attention.

I looked up and pushed my hair out of the way as I stared up at the guy. He looked familiar somehow, but I couldn’t quite pin point him. I stared at him for a minute longer before getting up and cleaning my hands in the sink.

“The price varies with the work you want done.” We had different types of sets and each had a different price. It would be unfair to charge someone more for a simple tea set, when in reality it costs less in other stores.

The man’s grey eyes narrowed as he looked at me and back at the sets. He was trying to decide between two sets and I could tell that he was having a hard time. Finally, the man grabbed the Japanese set and nodded once.

“This one,” he said confidently and I couldn’t help but chuckle. The man followed me to the cashier and I rang up the sale; although, this is a studio, we sale pottery as well.

“The design is magnificent,” he said as he grabbed a cup gently and turned it over in the light.

“I did that one myself,” I admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed.

The man flashed me a smile and for a minute I could have sworn he was flirting. I put on my business face and explained to him the process behind the set. After I was done, I could tell that he was impressed. He reached inside his suit jacket and took out a business card.

“Here, if you ever decide to go big, call me. My company would be delighted to do business with you.”

I stared at the card and it clicked. He was the Vice President to one of the most important export/import companies in the country. The man, Charles Hopkins, shook my hand and flashed me another smile. I shook his hand and he left the studio.

“What was he doing in these parts of town,” I wondered as I looked over the card again. An idea popped into my head and I smiled as I placed the card in my wallet.

“Charles Hopkins, you might just be the answer to all my prayers,” I chuckled as I went back to work on the clay.

When I looked up at the clock, four hours had passed and I had made three ceramic plates for front halls. The design wasn’t much so it hadn’t taken me much time. I cracked my neck and my back as I got up and closed up the studio. Chris should be coming any time soon, so he could open it again. I had plans for tonight anyway.