The Meetings

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  Melissa's POV
In the hallway 
'Hi'
I turn back to see a familiar pair of eyes.

"Oww, its you Jace, the detention boy"

"Nice, you still recognize me "

"Of course, I don't forget people so easily especially annoying ones."

"You're such a comedian... Meet my friend. "

"We've met before" I replied sharply.

"Yh"he said gazing into my eyes. "So what's his name "Jace asked curiously.

"I dunno". "I guessed right cause you would have said it with vigour." He said teasingly.
"I'm Evans, uhm?.. "
There was something so striking about him. I just couldn't figure it out. I think it was his unique hazel eyes or something. I just lose concentration.

"Yh, I'm Melissa "I said as I snapped out at the sound of the bell.

"Nice to meet you, formally " he shouted as he walked towards his lecture hall.

At  Montaigne Fashion, Paris.

Anne:(entering the director's office)

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Anne:(entering the director's office). Mr Olsen is here to see you.

Mr Delevigne :Did he state his reason of arrival.

Anne :Non sir.
Mr Delevigne :let him.

I hope he's here to finally seal off the contract. 
"Hah, old friend. How you doing "Mr Olsen steps in.  "Bon".

"How's your daughter, Delevigne. i haven't seen her in a while. "

"Yh, she's strutting the runway in Italy and then she'll be off to Russia to pursue a course. You know how these young damsels are, up and away. "

"Which means we won't be seeing her for a while"Mr Olsen replied.

"No, not necessarily. I can call her down if anything important arises. Like our contract. "

"No, no, don't do that. Relax, let her have her peace. She deserves it. When she gets back, we can complete the deal. Well I just decided to pass by to see how you're faring.  "Mr Olsen stands up.
"You're leaving already. "

"Yh, you know how tedious the work can be. I gotta go".

"Au devoir pal. A bientot, Mr Richardson Olsen takes his leave.

"Annoying creep"Delevigne mutters to himself. "Where could've this girl gone too." He takes his phone and places a call to Bruce.
"Hey Bruce, what's up "

"Yh, old man"

"Stop playing jokes with me. You know her flight is due to your beastly attitude. Better start imploring ways to get her back cos' u won't like to be tarnished with assault and domestic violence". 
Mr Delevigne cuts the call abruptly.

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