Charlotte

Chapter 3

A day later

"Hope we don't screw this up."

"Charlotte, you're litteraly the best boss I've had, you know how to do your stuff. I'm positive this investor will have a lot of interest in the company." Matthew encouraged me enthusiastically as we stopped at the board meeting door.

I was flattered at what he said about me being the best boss he had.

"Matthew, I'm already two minutes late for the meeting. These guys are awfully precise with their timing." I said adjusting my coat well.

"You're just fashionably late?"

"This is not some type of frat party Matthew or a ball." I sighed as I made sure my dark hair was put into place.

Today I had to leave my hair flowing until my shoulders because my hair band went missing and I didnt have time to look for my clip.

"Either way, you're going to nail that deal. Have faith Ms. Walters"

"I don't know what I'd be doing without you here to sike me up."

Matthew adjusted his posture and clutched the documents in his hands tightly as he opened the door for me.
The fresh air of wood and glass hit my nostrils as I walked into the room, observing the enviromnet quickly.

There was man with blonde hair, sitting on the chair at the furthest seat on the long wooden table looking down on his phone. I could tell he was the investor since his watch didn't look cheap and his coat was outstanding.

There were four robust men standing at each corner of the room dressed in black suites and black glasses.

Jesus, you dont need glasses, we are inside a building, not in the middle of the Sahara.

These were probably his body gaurds. I've heard he's extremely well off.

One man and woman flanked Mr. Filters. The man had dark black hair that was sort of messy but neat in a way, broad shoulders and his green eyes fixed upon the laptop he had on the table.

Quite a handsome man he was.

The woman had red hair that was tied up in a tight and neat bun. She seemed so engulfed in sorting out some folders in her bag that she didn't notice our presence. She looked slighlty above my age.

As the door closed, Mr. Filters looked up.

And when he did, I stood rooted to the ground.

And he sat, there, rigid with shock.

"You." I thought.

Everyone now started to sense the tension between him and me but I ignored their curious faces.

"I should've known from the time I read their e-mail," I thought, "how foolish could I ever be?"

"Morning, my name is Mr. Filters. Hello Charlotte." He said standing up from his chair and stretching his hand out for a greeting.

I walked slowly towards him and shook his hand slowly.

"Hello, Ethan."

Six years before.

"And you think it's all fair to me, huh!"

"Charlotte-"

"You lied."

"Sorry, but-"

"You broke my trust..."

"Charlotte, just hear me out! It wasn't what you thought it looked like-"