Meghan Bates is 'The Most', would be an understatement, well known fashion designer in the country, a self-made name in the industry but is she all that she is letting out to the paparazzi or is there more?
What will happen when she is challenged, h...
It was already seven in the morning when Meghan yawned to the realization that she'd overstayed at her boutique. Looking at the clock in horror and muttering a few curse words she put her head down on her desk once more as she waited for someone to report to her so she could freshen up and take a break while the work continued. It was almost after an hour that Steve entered her office.
''Steve, please be a dear and get me a cup of cappuccino'', Meghan groggily lifted her head from the desk, she had over timed trying to meet the bizarre deadline expected from her by Wilson.
''Meghan what even are you doing in those clothes from yesterday, and how are you so early'', Steve switched on his laptop.
''I haven't gone home dumb ass, now go and get my coffee will you'', Meghan excused herself to the washroom to freshen up. As soon as she left the powder room with a towel in her hand, dabbing at her face Steve was already by her with traces of two mugs in his hands.
''Steve this smells divine, thank you'', Meghan sipped her coffee. She always needed caffeine to kick start her day especially when it got so busy.
''Meghan, I think you are stressing yourself, we are almost done for tomorrow, in fact we can ring Mr. Elias to drop by this evening and check in on the progress so far, and we can pack everything for tomorrow'', Steve was already excited. With this wedding they would be the talk of the town for the entire month, not to mention the fashion magazine's with Meghan all over it.
''I think you're right but, ugh I really don't want to face that arrogant bastard, his vibes just kill my work mood and irritate me'', Meghan couldn't help but slip her thoughts to Wilson. Just the thought of him bossing around her made her groan, my god, what she would give to stay away from him, though the possibility seemed bleak right now.
''You know for a change, I've never seen you this affected by someone before, I mean you've had your fair share of ass holes'', Steve winked.
''I know, I know, it's just that he's too shrewd for my taste'', Meghan tried not to delve on it further.
''Talking about tastes, could we please order Thai for lunch today'', as soon has Steve finished blabbering there was a call on the land line and Meghan put it on speaker.
''Good Morning Ms. Bates, Mr. Elias's secretary here, I was calling to inform you that Mr. Elias will be dropping by your boutique in the evening to track the garments for tomorrow'', the secretary informed in a formally clipped tone.
''Yes, I was expecting your call, though I hope the bride to be would be attending too right, for the fitting's'', Meghan asked. There was an eerie pause on the other side of the call before the secretary resumed.
''She may not, you will be delivering the dresses to the venue tomorrow'', the call ended.
Steve gaped at Meghan in confusion. What bride on earth would not try her wedding dress before the wedding.
''Seems like Mr. Elias can be unwantedly domineering'', Meghan broke the silence with disgust lacing her voice.
''He sure is something!''
The rest of the day passed by really quick considering the several preparations to be made for Wilsons arrival. It was like hosting a mini festival at the boutique, the dresses were brought out, lightings adjusted and mannequins dusted for display.
Steve laid out fresh bottles of water on the table when the bell dinged at the entrance of the boutique.
''Mr. Elias, welcome again'', Steve directed Wilson to the office.
Wilson was accompanied as usual by Caleb as he seated himself on the chair and looked around for Meghan.
''Eh, she'll be here in a few'', Steve noticed Wilson looking around.
Just then Meghan entered with her model wearing the wedding dress she had designed.
''Mr. Elias, since we couldn't get hold of your fiancé we thought a model displaying the dress would be apt'', Meghan explained sarcastically.
Caleb couldn't control his laughter and Wilson just glared at him.
''Apart from the sarcasm, I must admit the dress is beautiful, one of a kind'', Wilson complimented and Meghan blushed slightly, it was not a reaction she set out too often.
''I am floored really, Meghan such a wonderful work in such little time'', Caleb looked at the pieces being displayed on the mannequins.
''The pleasure was all mine'', Meghan scurried over to her model fixing a few things here and there.
''Ms. Bates, we will be expecting the delivery of these dresses by 10 in the morning tomorrow, since it's an evening wedding'', Wilson resumed speaking.
''Of course, that will be taken care of'', Meghan assured.
''Oh, Ms. Bates, also, we would like you to attend the wedding tomorrow, since you've created these pieces, you deserve the publicity'', Caleb smirked.
''Sure'', Meghan nodded.
Just when Wilson was ready to leave, Diana helped herself in the office.
Everyone's mouth dropped except Meghan's. A couple of hours ago Diana had contacted Meghan asking about her dress and she had mentioned that it was ready. Diana desperately wanted to try the dress on and now here she was at the boutique. Meghan just couldn't say no and looking at Wilson right now she was aware of the consequences.
''What the hell are you doing here'', Wilson glared. He was already in combat mode.
''Why dear, I'm here to try on my dress, Meghan wasn't uninformed'', Diana looked up at Meghan.
''Everyone out right now'', Wilson barked and everyone rushed out of the office. He moved uncomfortably close to Meghan and whispered,'' I have been letting you shit around me for quite some time now and just because you're some diva here in town, doesn't mean I have to let you continue. How dare you get in touch with her despite me warning you already'', Wilson seethed with anger and his shoulders stressed up.
''For your information, you cannot stand that close to me and secondly, she was the one who contacted me, asking if the dress was ready. I had nothing to do with her coming here. What are you so mad about, she's your fiancé for god sake, you are treating her like a porcelain doll'', Meghan snapped.
''You do not get to tell me how I treat people, you get that'', Wilson screamed, Meghan tried to look at the ceiling for some sort of divine help to handle this fucked up man in front of her. When he couldn't figure a way out, she decided upon instigating him. Tick tock tick tock.
''You know you're sick'', she snatched her hands from Wilsons hold and just as Meghan was about to turn to the door, Wilson pulled her back, Meghan realised his intention was to kiss her, so in a moment of rage she turned and slapped Wilson right in the centre of the office. For a moment he looked at her dumbstruck, his face now laden with guilt and shame rather than rage. That was one hell of a mistake. He loosened the grip on her hands and took a step back not wanting to invade her space anymore.
Meghan gulped before she could say something, holding herself strong she whispered, ''You don't OWN me'', and with that she left.
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