REDEMPTION (Book 1, Redemption Series)

Chapter 6: Charmed

Jonathan's POV.

"No, not necessarily in that manner of speaking; think of it this way...the theme for this year's showcase is all about diversity, correct?"

The middle-aged woman said while paring up at me hopefully, and I nodded in return but raised my brows at her, not really understanding where she was going with this, and she smiled almost triumphantly before saying...

"Well, what better way to showcase diversity than bringing a diverse set of people together irrespective of class, sex, age, and color, all gathered together in one place with one common goal?"

This woman has been a consultant for Snow's Collection from the very beginning; she has proven her worth and value to my company and my team of designers time and time again. There's no doubt whatsoever that she is amazing at her job, but this? Can we pull this off?

"You're not suggesting we use street models are you?"

She dropped the folder containing photographs of our professional models on the marble counter with a thud while snapping her fingers excitedly.

"Exactly! Now you're following my point, we can even arrange an audition where you will be the judge. That way, you will have the opportunity of picking only the best of the best!"

Jacques shrieked with glee, and I sighed apprehensively. I don't even know the right thing to say. I mean, her ideas aren't exactly unreasonable either but the risks are also there. By doing this, we will be taking a very huge step and the risks might cost us a lot. But, we will be making history at the same time by doing something extraordinary for the people who have been waiting for an opportunity like this, and it might also be what the company needs after all.

I was about to tell her to come back to the office tomorrow let's discuss this further with the marketing team when a familiar voice said...

"Thank goodness you're still here, this house is so huge. I've been looking everywhere for you. Do you know where my clothes are? I tossed them away last night in a hurry, and I can't find them now." She finished saying all that in one breath before realizing I wasn't alone as she hugged my oversized T-shirt closer to her body while blushing furiously.

Oh, but the sight of her.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know you had company."

I was about to tell her not to worry about it when Jacques interrupted me, saying...

"Je ne savais pas que ton type était le genre naïf avec des joues roses et des lèvres embrassables Jonathan?" (Translation: I didn't know your type was the naive looking kind with rosy cheeks and kissable lips, Jonathan?).

"Je n'apprécie pas que vous disiez de telles choses à propos de mon invité, et je ne me souviens pas de vous avoir parlé de mon type!" (Translation: I don't appreciate you saying such things about my guest, and I don't remember speaking to you about my type!).

I was rather annoyed that she'd say such things, and she looked at me, alarmed by the change in my tone, and I maintained a pointed look so she would know I was upset about her calling my guest naive. (Scoffed) This woman is anything but naive. Jacques laughed nervously while gathering the folders on the marble counter quickly.