Chapter 10 Pretend fiancé
"Please just give me your account number aunt."
While I was busy cleaning the desktop for two weeks I also used it.
"But they need cash or check." she said.
"What? But I'll be out in 5. And my checks aren't with me."
"Ugh! Never mind! It's me, just transfer it to my bank account."
I sighed in relief. A car! Finally!
"Have you talked yet?"
I stopped touching my desktop.
"Not yet Tita, before I go home."
"Okay, okay. That's good. Settle things because that can't be until fashion week Cyreese, we've had enough."
I pursed my lips feeling guilty at everything and everyone. I don't want her stress because of me. It wasn't until 5 o'clock that I decided to say goodbye to them. They even offered me to go out with them because it was supposed to be for my farewell party because I was moving department. But I refused and said the other day just because I had something important to do. Oh well does that matter?
"Hello, Is Mr. Vidalio inside?"
The familiar woman at the desk looked at me. But compared to then there seemed to be something strange in its stare at me now like the clerk in the lobby.
"Yes miss, he's still on a meeting."
Meeting? This late? Is he that busy?
"Uhm, can I ask what time will his meeting end?"
There was a sarcasm in its gaze returned to me.
"I'm sorry miss but it's an enclosed meeting. It started earlier. When it's important, only the Engineer knows what time it will end."
That important?
"Oh, okay. Then can I just wait here?" It just nodded at me.
"Should I get you some drink?"
"No, thank you." I refused.
Maybe that won't last long either because office hours are only up to 5 overtime. Is that how important you are and will it take this long?
Wearing a black high waist wide pants and a black crop short sleeve jacket from avouavou, I settled myself in the hallway outside his office. My heart was pounding and I was thinking of what I could say to him. I came here without thinking. How can I deal with him?
I fixed my high pony tailed hair and peered at myself in the mirror. My long hair goes with the movement of my head. I seriously have to shop for some formal dresses, this is exactly what I'm wearing, if not a formal jumpsuit, it's wide pants and coats.
It's the only outifit I can wear because my body is not the curvy type, my legs are long and if you look, I'm skinny but just right. If I wear the wrong clothes I will look like a clothes hanger. A few minutes passed and I was dedicated to standing.
I sat on the flat bench sofa in the hallway. I don't want to go to the waiting area anymore because I won't be long either. I'm used to waiting, with the amount of go-see I've experienced it's just nuts to me, but the thought of who I'm waiting for drains my patience.
I sighed heavily and stared at my silver jimmy choo Thyra 100 sandals. It's okay Ava, you're the one who's asking for a favor.
My mind kept on thinking about the conversation i had with Mrs. Evangelista.
I think of Mrs. Evangelista when she said she had even better ideas. I can't leave, I can't keep quiet either so I wonder what idea he has.
"You ask Mr. Vidalio to have a deal with you. It's a great opportunity to decline all the humors about the scandal."
So what does she want me to do?
"Ask him to pretend that you both are in a relationship."
"Relationship? With me?" I echoed her words.
She stood up and crossed her arms on her chest and turned the table towards me.
"No." I said quickly.
She raised her left eyebrow and I grew cold at her gaze.
"Why not?" she smiled.
I turned to Tita Matilda and saw her rejection of Mrs. Matilda's decision. Evangelist.
She knows that Lourd will go berserk for that stupid decision.
"As much as I want to escape this controversy ma'am, I'm not gonna use people just so I can solve this one."
She snorted and nodded at what I said.
"Hmm. I understand."
She sat down in front of me and stared at me softly.
"Do you know why Mr. Vidalio built his own company when in fact he's the supposed to be successor of his father with VGH?"
The voice of Mrs. Evangelista echoed but I tried to shake it off in my mind.
I sighed heavily again and looked at the time on my screen. It's past 5 already. If I don't talk to him now, what we talked about will be ruined. As if my thoughts are the cue the door opened and the first person that I saw is a woman wearing a black camisole knee-length dress holding a silver pouch in her hands.
She was laughing going outside the door still missing the look and the words behind her and the one who followed her was none other than who else? His eyes seemed very drunk when it hit me. Smiles left on his lips from their conversation but gradually disappeared when he saw me.
A meeting? An enclosed important meeting? I swallowed all the irritation and suddenly wanting to walk out. I averted my gaze from them and remained seated here. My eyes are blank and cold looking at myself in the bronze mirror wall.
"Bye, tomorrow afternoon."
The voice of the woman sizzled like a hot plate grilling in my ear. The heat is crawling from my back up to my ears until it reach my face, pupils are shaking due to sudden irritation.
"Tomorrow afternoon then."
I almost spit at the depth of his voice he answered the woman. The woman just looked at me but ignored me and just walked straight down the hall to the elevator as if tickled for a few hours. My eyes rolled.
Wow!? Acting like he did not just begged for me last night!? Now, the dilemma has just started thinking if I should continue this stupidity or not. Enclosed meeting for how many hours that took more time before it ended? For sure a strange meeting happened inside.
My heart stung a little thinking of him doing that girl. The fuck is wrong with me?
"Ava,"
My system woke up again when I heard him. Lifeless I stood up and smiled at him.
"It's past office hours. I'll just be back tomorrow." Or maybe not, don't forget that I'll be waiting again tomorrow because of their promise to "meeting" again tomorrow.
"No, I still have time."
His immediate response and staring into my eyes seemed to estimate what I would do.
I suddenly remembered his desperate eyes last week. Want to try myself in the sin committed.
"Okay." I smiled again.
Pretending. I'm good at that. His eyes narrowed but he manage to offer the door for me anyways. Why? Was he embarrassed to know I had a "meeting" going on in his office? I went straight inside and I even heard that he said something to the woman at the desk and I didn't hear it because it was sound proof that it was his office. I still feel like an idiot looking around the whole office making sure to find any hints of their after session.
Ugh. Nothing seemed strange, his office was still clean and nothing had changed. Oh? So clean to work huh? Coming from behind me he came in front of me and our sight was hit again. My blank face did not move and I stared at him intently. He seemed to be waiting for what I would say, his eyes not fixed on me looking so nervous. Guilty huh?
"That's Katrina an engineer in VGH, she came by to-"
I ignored what he said and passed him as if no one had heard. Why do you care? I don't have to please know why is he explaining? I sat straight in front of his desk. When I looked at him, he was still in the same position and his shoulders dropped slightly. I raised an eyebrow at him as he faced me. He nailed his gaze to me and wet his lower lips, I saw how it turned red by what he did. I gulped.
"Ava, about that night ..."
"I'm not here to talk about that." Coldness dripped like an acid.
His eyes stopped, I saw how his eyes turned amused at what I said. He sat on his chair, I immediately took out the newspaper that came from the office and focused his attention there. His lips twitched and his hands reached for it. It was in the headline so there was no doubt that he read it right away. Nothing changed in his dark expression and he laid the newspaper on the table again. He sighed with weak eyes.
"I'll take the responsibility, I'm sorry if this has to get in your way. I know you don't want to see me and talk to me or have any ... connection with me."
My system was immediately confused by what he said. I felt a heartache for a moment.
"What? No!"
He looked up and saw the shock of my desperate answer. I cleared my throat nervously.
"What do you mean?"
His thick eyebrows furrowed and his soft eyes bore into me curiously. Couldn't understand my answer. My lips went agape not knowing what to say. The words I don't know if they are right come first.
The voice of Mrs. Evangelista echoed on my mind again looking at him.
"Do you know why Mr. Vidalio built his own company when in fact he's the supposed to be successor of his father with VGH?"
Aunt Matilda turned to Mrs. Evangelist. Even some Web Content Writers have been distracted by what he said. That's what I'm thinking about too when I went to his company. I know that he was supposed to be the successor of his father so I can't understand why he chose to build his own.
"Because her mom wants him to get married first."
My world stopped at what he said. Her mom, my brother's mom. Horror from the past spread like an ice cold. Her mom wants him to get married first? And what is the reason? Did she choose to separate because she didn't want to get married or just because she wasn't ready for it yet?
"Yes. So I'm sure he'll bite your offer too." She said positively.
She's right, I know how Levi worked hard for it and I saw how devoted he is in his field. It is possible for that to happen.
"But Mrs. Evangelista, isn't that why he set up his own company clearly because he didn't want to get married? " said aunt Matilda.
Damn, she has a point. How can he be allowed if it is not yet obvious he built a skyscraper just to escape a married life? And married?
"No that can't be! I want this mess to end but I don't want to marry just about this matter."
I strongly object to this. He laughed at my violent reaction.
"I know you will say that. But that's not what I'm trying to say."
This conversation is making me confuse! What is he really hungry for me to do !?
"Pretend to be in a relationship with him, until her supposed to be fiancé show up."
