The Living Statue

15.

Later that day I had been sweating out like a pig, not really sure what to expect. Caroline came to help me out with the dress and make up, considering I wasn't really Karl Lagerfeld when it came to fashion. Caroline, however, knew everything about clothes and other girly equipment a proper lady our age should know about. Then again, I've never considered myself a proper lady, but Mr Torres made it clear that he wanted the best version of myself tonight.

Not because he was dying to see me in a proper dress for once, but because he wanted his business partner to have a 'girlfriend' worth representing. I could've only imagined what he would have made me do if I were to represent him and not Hugo. He would've probably chosen the outfit for me, just to make sure everything's under control.

Hugo was supposed to pick me up in half an hour, which left me some spare time to have a glass of wine with Caroline and try to calm my nerves. Of course, Caroline didn't know the true purpose of my going to that social event tonight. Then again, not even I was sure about Mr Torres' hidden intentions, so there was really nothing to tell.

"You are so going to sweep him off his feet tonight," Caroline gushed excitedly, staring dreamily at her new-invented creation, i.e. me.

"Huh? Who," I asked dazedly, my mind drifting away to some other galaxies. For example, to some other planet where hamburgers grow from the trees.

My stomach growled in rebelion. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast in attempt to suck my body into a breath-stopping, tight dress Caroline picked out for me.

"Why, Mr Sexy Boss of course, who else," she wiggled her eyebrows playfully, causing me to roll my eyes.

"He's a statue Caroline. Mr Statue Bloody Torres, that's who he is."

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, staring at a wall dreamily. "More like Mr Handsome Bloody Torres. I've seen his picture on the internet, Al."

"Can we talk about something else, please," I said, already irritated by this conversation. I was stressed enough I didn't have the time to fight with her wether my employer was handsome or not.

I can think of a few ways to show you how 'gay' I am but I assume each one would be considered utterly inappropriate, his words echoed through my head.

Conceited arsehole, that's what he is.

"Fine," Caroline scoffed. "If you're not interested in your employer, than you might as well find some hot, rich bachelor on that party tonight," she smirked playfully.

"Caroline, it's a business event, not a party. Besides, I doubt there will be any young people at all. I'm sure it'll be more like the ball of Metuselahs," I said truthfully.

"That sounds boring," she scrunched her nose in disgust. I couldn't help but chuckle. With Caroline, everything involves around hot guys and good sex. She's conplete difference from Lena and I, but I still love her.

That was the time my phone vibrated on the kitchen island, causing me to jump in surprise. I was extra jumpy today, mostly because I was immensly stressed.

I'm downstairs, hurry up, the message read.

Ooh, someone's feeling moody and very commanding, I see.

Glancing up at my elegant, silver wristwatch that Caroline matched with silky, black dress and small, silver earrings, I figured he was early. Luckily, I was already ready. I didn't want to come off as unprofessional or worse as some silly girl who takes too much time to get dressed.

"I gotta go, love," I told Caroline, standing up from the bar stool and starting to pack my purse. "You stay here, I hope it won't last long."

The plan was for Caroline to sleep over at my appartment, so I hoped I wouldn't be stuck at that boring event for too long.