Conciliate

Babe

Did he really tried to propose to me last time? It's been a month since our trip and that question is still on my mind every damn time. That look that he gave me clearly meant something so why did he not do it? Obviously, I cannot ask him that even if I wanted to. Since when did I hold back on my thoughts? I really don't know what is happening to me.

A soft knock brought me back to the present. Lisa my secretary handed me a file of our new client, a new Record Label. Since I was in Paris this deal was negotiate and closed by my associates. Their company is based on the US but most of their artist are Asian so they put up a local label here to get more artist and exposure. I have read the contracts and their company profile but haven't met their representative yet so I asked Lisa to set up a meeting today.

During my teenage years to early twenties I was a sucker for pop, hip-hop or RnB genre of music but now not really. I'm more on the classical, less noise kind of stuff so, I'm not on my element with this project. The representative asked me to meet him at their studio for me to familiarize and feel what they do. I asked my driver to just drop me off since Art will pick me up later.

At the lobby I informed the young receptionist about my meeting with their CEO. She confirmed my appointment after calling his office and walked with me to the reception area that looked more like a man cave to me.

"Would you like some refreshment ma'am?" she offered.

"Yes, a bottled water please. Thank you."

While waiting for the CEO to arrive I roam around to see some photos of their artist displayed on the wall, at the end of the hall one photo caught my attention.

"Good afternoon Calix welcome to Crux Records."

I froze on my spot.

I knew that voice.

It's him.

Right at that moment my phone rings, it's Ysa. I answered her

"He's back Calix." she said without even saying hello

"I know." I end the call and turn around.

He walked towards me and hugged me.

"I missed you babe."

What the fuck is going on?

"What the hell do think you are doing? And as far as I'm concern, I am NOT your babe." as I pushed him away from me.

"Sorry my bad. I'm just so happy to see you babe."

Seriously did he not hear what I said about the babe thing?

He offered his hand to me "Gray, CEO of Crux Records"

Again, what the fuck is going on?

Since when did his name changed to Gray?

"I supposed I won't have to introduce myself since I didn't change my name."

He freaking laughed. Did he think I was joking? Do I look like I'm joking?

"How you've been babe?" he asked as he sit on the brown chesterfield sofa and offered me a seat across him.

"I'm sorry Mr. Gray but I'm here on business, not to update each other's life."

"Aww babe but we haven't seen each other for four years."

Four years.

Four years ago, I was broken and crushed by this man in front of me and now he is acting like nothing happened.

"Can we just talk about business ?"

"As you wish babe."

Oh holy mother of Ysa!

He reached for the proposal that my team made for his label and started to scan it hastily.

"It's good. You can push through with it. But we can still discuss the details over dinner what do say babe?"

I felt my phone vibrated and checked the message from Art. He's outside waiting in the car.

"Sorry Mr. Gray but I'm not available for dinner. My team will discuss the details with you and I will be leaving. Thank you for your time." I offered my hand to him acting like a true professional

"It's really nice to see you again babe. I'll walk you out."

Oh no you don't.

"I can manage to walk out on my own thank you for your offer."

He just nods and followed me. Seriously can't he not understand English?

Art was waiting outside his car when I saw him. I walked faster towards him and if this day is unlucky enough, I missed a step and fell in Gray's arm. Great just great!

Unlucky? No this is a disaster when that bastard said

"be careful babe" right in front of Art.

What the fucking fuck fuck!

Art eyes was shooting daggers at him.

I removed myself from his arm and shamble to Art's side

"Thank you for your time Mr. Gray."

Art helped me to get in the car while the bastard was smiling like an idiot waving at me.