"The Tower Of Babel..."

Chapter 21... Steel Butterfly.

"I can't take Sheri." Tower informed me.

"What! Why on Earth not?" I asked stirring the cup of hot tea with lemon and honey infront of me.

"She hates putting on a gown." He stated.

"Wow. And what makes you think I would be any different?"

"Well, you agreed to join a drag pageant. They require you to wear a gown, right?" He asked me a bit irritated.

"You had to remind me. Anyways, what's the ocassion? Where? What time?" I inquired.

"At the Country Club. Not sure which ballroom though, I'll need to meet you at the lobby. It's tomorrow night at 8. Since it's our dayoff, I gathered you'd like to come with?" He asked with a shy smile. Just then, Chris comes over to serve a candy sprinkled donut infront of me.

"Hi Chris. You look hot today. Must be your new haircut? It suits you... brings out your chiseled jawlines." I flattered him.

"Thank you. And you look ravishing as always. You smell nice too, is that Trésor by Lancome I smell?" He asked.

"Yes. I'm surprised you know your scents." I smiled.

"That would be all Chris. Thank you." Tower dismissed Chris, and started cutting into my sprinkled donut to taste it.

"Excuse me. Enjoy your meal." Chris bowed, but winked at me secretly. I smiled warmly at him.

"Flirt!" Tower threw me a murderous stare.

"What! This isn't the office. No one cares around here if we're together or not."

"I care!" Tower spat out rather loudly. A few heads turned to look in our direction.

"Keep it down, Tower." And then added shortly, "I'm sorry. I know how you want me to stay in character everytime we're together. I'll try, but Chris is just... too yummy I swear." I sighed.

"This is the last time we're meeting here. No donut server is gonna steal you away from me." Tower said drinking his Dr. Pepper.

"So remind me again, what's the ocassion?" I clarified.

"Soul has some investor he wants to land. Or atleast lure into making an investment with Syntax. Empressa Conglomerates I think." Tower explained.

"Empressa? Who did Soul speak with?" I was now totally interested.

"Tomorrow night is the 1st time he's going to meet with a certain Sebastien Pasquale. Not sure what his position is."

"And this Pasquale is supposed to answer for Empressa Conglomerates?" I asked.

"I think so. Anyways, are you in? Please say yes. I don't want to be a third wheeler since Soul is bringing his wife tomorrow." Tower pleaded.

"Alright." I said. And I saw Tower give me one of his dazzling smiles.

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The silver chauffer driven Ghost edition of Rolls Royce crawled to a stop infront of the Country Club. A tall valet opened the door with a greeting, as he took my hand to help me alight from the vehicle.

I slowly made my way up the curved steps, my Michael Cinco gown shimmered as my ridiculously long cape gave a whiff of mystery and romance to my petite form.

I saw him from afar, his back slightly turned away from me. He was wearing an all white suit. He gave the impression of going to a wedding. His black hair was gelled and sleeked back, accentuating his prominent cheekbones and square jawline. He was strikingly handsome.