Unexpected Rendezvous

An unexpected rendezvous

My life had been miserable since Rowena Hart quit the company. It had been 3 months since she left and I still barely had enough sleep, which resulted in me - having a really bad mood for most of the days. I had missed some events that I had been invited to and I practically locked myself in my penthouse everytime I got home from the office. I even shut Bryan out of my life and even though we always interacted on a professional basis, sometimes I would start a conversation with him - and I could say that it was pleasant for most of the times. It was nice having Bryan around, it was nice to have someone to talked to.

The next day was a Saturday and I had never felt more depressed than I was that day. I took a deep breath and rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to get rid of the fatigue that I had been feeling lately. As hard as I had tried, I just couldn't forget about Rowena's figure nor her voice that lit up my world. I knew if I locked myself again tonight, I would be suicidal. I was in a depression stage. Who would have thought, huh?

I took a quick shower and put on a navy blue shirt, then rolled up the sleeves. I put on a khaki coloured pants, accompanied by a pair of shoes from Dolce&Gabbana before putting on a Hublot watch. I took my black rimmed glasses and put it on before putting a gel on my messy hair. I was going for a casual look, especially knowing where I would end-up at.

Going down to the basement, I decided that I would use my black Bugatti and started to make my way onto the street. Traffic was quite bad that evening, but what could you expect? It was a Friday night and that was the perfect time for people to come out to enjoy the night. Finally, I stopped in front of a club and soon enough, I was greeted by a valet guy. I stepped out of my car and I could see the long line waiting in front of the club - when I walked to the bouncer who was guarding the entrance. He was a big tall man and his black eyes were fixed on mine for a moment, before he smiled and nodded to me politely.

"Mr. Hammond, please come right in. I will ask the waitress to put you in our VIP lounge. And may I say, sir. You look dashing tonight."

"Why thank you," I replied with a polite smile.

And all of the sudden, all of the eyes in the long line were fixed on me - scanning me from head-to-toe. I could hear them mumbled something like, "Oh, come on! We've been waiting here for almost 2 hours! How could he got in right away?!" And I could hear someone was shushing them loudly with "Sssh! Don't you know who that is?! That's Alexander Hammond! He's practically the richest man in London. What do you expect?!" I could also see some ladies were trying so hard to charmed me with their smile. I just nodded to the crowd and went into the club. I was used being in the spotlight and it never bothered me one bit.

A tall woman greeted me with a charming smile when I entered the club, "Mr. Hammond. A pleasure for having you here. Please follow me."

The club was jam-packed and a loud thumping from the sound system filled up the room. The smell of alcohols and cigarettes filled the air and I cringed out of reflect, "What the heck are you doing, Alex?" I said to myself. Soon enough, I was in the VIP lounge. The crowds were quite different, it was where the businessmen hung out - some of them, I even made deals with. I nodded to some of my acquaintances and sat on a small sofa with a glass table in front of me. The waitress stayed there to ensure I got what I need.

"Can I please have a bottle of Remy Martin Louis XIII Black Pearl? And please just give me a bucket of ice. I like to drink my cognac on the rock," I said with a smile.

"Of course, sir," she replied with a smile and left. I leaned back on the sofa with crossed arms as my brown eyes scanned through the dance floor under me. The club was separated into two floors. The first floor was where the dance floor was set up and it was jam-packed with people, even the bartenders couldn't stop for a moment, because orders kept coming at them. The second floor was the VIP lounge. They had their own bar and it only sold high-end alcohols. The sofas and glass tables were set accordingly, giving easier access for each guest to go in or out from their sofas. The sofas were also set up with quite a space, so the guests could dance next right to their table - without disturbing the guests next to them.