His Perfect Secret

The Exhibition

I wore a navy-blue white polka dots short flare sleeveless dress. I just wanted to look simple, not draw any attention upon myself. Then, I put on golden heeled sandal with a purse to match.

I’m not that type of lady that dresses flashy but that doesn’t mean I do not like quality. It just means I spend my money wisely.

I entered my Range rover sports and drove off. The drive was an hour and forty-five minutes, I got there in time. Before I could get down from my car, I saw a miniature figure running towards me with full speed.

Oh Dios mio! Ese es mi prima! (Oh my gosh! That’s my cousin!).

What?... Why is she here? She’s meant to be preparing for her exhibition not wandering about.

“Mi prima! (my cousin) you made it. I knew you’d come. Did you bring gifts?”

Oh no! I totally forgot about the gifts. What do I do now? Ok, fine, I can do this.

“I didn’t bring any gift mi amor but I’m quite sure my presence is worth it. ¿Ok cariño?” (My love, ok honey?)

Since I got there before the exhibition started, I decided to help her with the pastries for the guests. It was fun, I love cooking and baking, it reminded me of Mother Superior in White Snow Orphanage and relaxed me.

I wasn’t alone in the kitchen, my cousin hired chefs and bakers. My main job was to assist and taste the food.

I love food. It’s unfortunate that I am a good cook but don’t eat a lot. That’s why I’ve got Adoncia to devour what I cook. When we were done, the serving table was filled with assorted sweets and spicy dishes, like salad cakes, crème brûlée, bruschetta, cannoli, panna cotta, tiramisu, ice cream sundae and more

The exhibition went well and Adoncia made me proud, she addressed the crowd courageously. The whole event ended by 2 pm but the arrangements and the cleaning lasted till evening.

I left New Jersey by 6 pm. I was in a hurry cause I had a meeting with Mr. Fynn Schneider, a popular German fashion designer. Jessy told me that he has an intention of collaborating with me to design a Valentine special.

The meeting was scheduled for 5:30 pm and right now, I’m running late. I drove as fast as I could, but I still got there by 7:15 pm. I called Jessy so she’d tell me if he was still waiting. When she got back to me, she informed me that he was upset and ready to leave if I didn’t arrive soon.
I just wanted to know if he was still at the restaurant where we were meeting, I wasn’t worried with how upset he felt.

He was the one seeking to collaborate, not the other way round so I could decide to decline his offer.

I finally located the restaurant. It was a famous French restaurant, Le Coucou.

“Sorry Mr. Fynn, I was held up by traffic.”, I lied.

“If you know you were not going to make it on time you would have informed me beforehand.”, he smiled cockily

I secretly sneered at him and ignored him, “Let’s get down to business, Mr. Fynn.”

I motioned for him to sit. He scoffed before taking his seat.

He had a proposal about foreign investment. He wanted to collaborate with Camellia Fashion. He handed a file to me, containing the details of his proposal.

I went through it and it made sense, but the question is, would it bring big sales? That’s part of my concern, although I knew the public would benefit from it.

In his proposal, he suggested joint business. He wanted to combine his designs with mine. It wasn’t a bad idea, but I had a bad feeling about it.

“So Mr. Fynn, how do you plan on commencing this proposal of yours?” I asked, closing the file. “It’s pretty simple Miss Leona.” He smiled weirdly.

“I just need Camellia Fashion to collaborate, then you can leave the rest to me.” He replied

We sat in silence eating. I was considering accepting his proposal ‘cause he's really famous. This is hard, I wish Jessy was here to help me right now.

I felt something caressing my leg beneath the table. I adjusted my seating position but that didn’t stop it. I was curious to know what it was.

So, I subtly opened the tablecloth and I found Mr. Fynn's leg slowly touching mine. Immediately, I stood up and threw my iced tea at his face.

“How dare you?” I spat out.

“Did you call me here for business or to show how much of a pervert you are?” I slammed the table and felt the gaze of other people in the restaurant on.

“My company doesn’t accept proposals from perverted old geezers like you.”

I stormed out not wanting to embarrass him more.

The look on his face when I hurled my tea at him was kinda funny but I couldn’t laugh in a serious situation like that. I never expected the brain behind Max Pax was such a jerk. A pervert?! That serves him right for thinking lowly of me.

Did he think I’d give in or did he do that just to get me to accept his proposal? I don’t care anymore. I just drove home, enjoying the cool evening breeze and had a hot bath when I got home before drifting off.

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