A Beautiful Creation

part 1 the architect

A book once taught her that the universe conspires for our favor but it seems that the universe is busy right now to conspire something good for her. Her car stopped suddenly at the Fourth street and waiting for thirty minutes now in the middle of that smoked road and waiting for the towing company to arrive

"Mark, I think I can't come on time in our emergency meeting today. My car had a battery problem. I'm sorry," she informed her boss or a partner whatever suit fit

"Sweetheart, I can't start the meeting without you. You're my starchitect! This is a special account," Mark squealed on the other line

Mark texted her earlier that they have a new big shot client. It will give a good boost in their portfolio as an architectural firm in the country. It's an emergency as the client just went in Johnson Republic for a day to get to know their firm first and will flew to Caribbean Island tomorrow. Another self entitled citizen she thought

Johnson Republic is a small narrowed shaped country. Small one but full of rich citizen that mostly settled at the Northern area of the country. Most of it's rich and famous citizen involved in finance, foreign markets, manufacturing and tourism

The towing company pulled right infront where she stands. They clamped her sorry car and one of the guys came after her. "Miss? Can I have your information?"

"Mark, I gotta go meet you at the meeting," she off her phone and faced the guy. "Wait, what happened with my car?"

The guy shook his head, "I can't say as of now. We still need to look at it"

"But it's still new," she sidelooked again to her grey vehicle. "That's only two year old car"

"I don't know ma'am. We still need to investigate," the guy replied

"I'm Christine Thomas, here's my calling card. If there's a need of my assistance you can call me there," she informed and gave them a small piece of card. The guy looked at it and gave her a friendly salute in response

The next problem is getting to the office on time as she knew it's hard to call for a taxi in that place as everyone wants to steal it. Added to that, it's Monday morning at Brinson City, the country's main business hub and everyone is in a rush. She tried dialling her rider friend. It's a motorcycle, not convenient for a dress cladd, high heeled shoe person she's into now but it's a risk she's willing to take yet the call still unanswered.

She saw a bus pulled at the stop in a distant so she tried to run in her heels but suddenly stuck from a groove of that pedestrian lane. She forced her heels and it broke, "Shucks! The universe doesn't want me to come to the office"

After almost forty five minutes of grueling bus ride, she waltzed in to Linton & Associates. The girl from the reception stand when she saw her, desperation were shown on her face.

"What took you so long Tin? The client is here already!" she whispered as they walk in the sea of workstations and computers. Her office located at the eight floor of the building but she almost considered using the stairs when it took their elevator an awful lot of time to open.

Linton & Associates is a young company that Mark Linton built five years ago. She joined the company when she met Mark two years affer that. Mark always told the story to his colleague how he begged for Christine to be on board of the company but it's far from the truth. She needs a new work ambiance and Mark offered her a flexible office time. Their company is known for taking spins of the old and new. Sometimes they made infused local design into modern materials but it was always function that comes first before elegance, class and forms as what their company's motto

"I'm sorry my car broke at the Fourth street," she hushed while walking

"And so you're heels," the reception girl said pointing her sorry shoe. "Oh Christine, I'm sorry," Emma, their office assistant slash reception girl said

"You want to say something other than that," she assumed as she tried cleaning her face with her hanky

"Yep, I thought our client is a self entitled woman who scheduled these meeting," said Emma

"Now you met her and you decided that she's not self entitled anymore?" she joked in between her breath. She doesn't even know how did she even joked that time

"Nope," Emma gave her a halt sign, "She's just the assistant. Turned out it's a guy and freaking hot!" she squealed in a low tone

She rolled her eyes, "But still self entitled"

"Yes, still self entitled," Emma confirmed and made another gigling move with her shoulder

A tall guy approached her on her way to the meeting room. He has a dark brown skin tone that her friends described as a hearty chocolate and a sparkling white teeth displaying in his full lips. The guy's an eye candy too, specially that time on his dark suit

"Tin, you're messy, you want to go to the powder room first? I'll try to entertain them first," the guy opened with a whole lot of concern in his eyes

"It's alright Mark. I want to get it started and end my misery"

"Ok, baby girl," said Mark as he open the door of the meeting room for her.

She stopped dead in her track when she met the eyes of her self entitled client. Now she understands why the universe wants to stop her from getting into her office. Her stomach churned while the icy blue eyes of that man pierced her

"Christine I would like you to meet Mr. Luke Roberts, our client," Mark introduced as his palm pointed the guy, "Mr. Roberts, I would like you to meet my best architect in my office, Christine Thomas. She will be working with you in your dream bachelor house"

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If you ever came to this part of the chapter one thank you

English is not my first language. I just did this story to exercise my english skills while I am currently overhead in my work. So please be gentle in criticizing my work. Pleaseeeeee

I also used my phone in doing this so sorry for some wrong spelling.

I hope you still waits for the next chapters and still enjoy reading as I enjoyed doing this. I would like you take in to the building world of women as I saw a few of it here on wattpad. Please stay until the end