Zoey p. o. v
After the club incident in Paris, we spent two more weeks there. Enjoying our honeymoon phase to the fullest, not leaving any stone unturned.
But we still have to come back home and continue our usual life.
So, here I am walking into my company. How ironically, the company I once worked for as a junior staff is now own by me? I shook my head, knowing fully well that I wouldn’t have been able to achieve this much in my early years if not for Marco.
Well, like they said miracle comes in different form, and this is mine.
“Good morning, ma” A voice greets me immediately I arrived at my floor. “I’ve prepared your schedule for the week, and sent it to your email. Also, the new contract is already on your table, along your regular hot chocolate.” He was stumbling over his words, nervousness was written over him.
“Who are you?” I didn’t mean for it to come out harsh, I shrugged, anyway I need to know.
He froze for a moment, I’m using him because it’s a guy. A young man didn’t over twenty-one,
“I… I’m an intern.” He gulped. “My name is Abel Morris.”
“Oh, welcome onboard.” I flash him a smile to ease the tension in him. I saw him visibly relax, I took my seat and turn on my laptop.
“And you were placed to work directly under me because?” I mean, he’s an intern student which should be place where the practical work is.
“I’m filling in for Sarah, until a replacement is found.” He answered, I nod understanding the situation.
Sarah is my assistant, but she’s on maternity leave now.
“How long is your internship for?” I inquired, while going through some reports.
“Six months, ma.” I hummed. “Ma, your first meeting for today is in an hour.”
“With whom?” I only meet with important clients. Hence there’s a department for that.
“Mr. Ward.” He replied.
Mr. Ward is a renounce businessman, he deals with the leisure part of business. His owns chains of hotels and resorts all over the country, and he’s planning to open a new branch here in New York.
He has been picky about the company that will be designing the new branch, his secretary contacted a while.
I was on my honeymoon, so the meeting was brought forward.
“Have you made preparations for it?”
“Yes, but I will go over them again to be certain I’m not missing anything.” He rumbles.
“Good, we’ll leave in thirty minutes time.” I dismissed with a wave of hand.
” Okay, ma.” He murmured before rushing out.
I wonder what he has heard about me. Or my ever so sweet husband. I laugh at that my thought, Marco, and sweet cannot be on the sentence.
That’s a wrong combination.
“Mr. Ward.” I called, “My apologies for keeping you waiting.”
“No need for that, Mrs. Alfonso. I just got here myself.” He brushed off.
That’s a lie on his part, I’m aware he’s here a lot earlier than what he just said.
“Have a seat.” He pulled out a chair for me. Such a gentleman.
“Thank you.” Flashing him a polite smile.
“So, before we get down to business, I was about ordering, do you need anything?” He asked.
I’m quite surprised at his politeness, I didn’t expect him to be this humble, with all his achievements it is easy to be arrogant.
Or he’s been this friendly because of Marco, wanting to get in Marco’s good books. Either way works for me and my business.
“I’m dieting, I’ll just take a glass of apple juice.”
“Ah, women. My wife does that a lot, I’m used to it.” He joked.
“Oh, she does?” I chuckled softly. “I mean, we have to stay in shape.” We laughed over it.
“Thank you once again, Mr. Ward. I hope our co-operation yield good fruits.” I say, walking him to he’s car parked in front of the restaurant as courtesy demands.
“It’s my pleasure to work you, I will be waiting for your good works then.” We shook hands one more time, then he entered his car and left.
I sighed, releasing huge gush of air. Smiling and laughing at his silly jokes all through the meeting is hell for me. But I have to be nice to my clients, I sighed again.
“This is so tiring.” And I’m just starting the day.
I heard Abel muffing his laugh, he stands straight and immediately stop laughing when I look over at him.
I don’t blame him, the scene was funny, I would laugh if I were him.
“What’s next?” I directed at him.
“Tracy’s fashion house, you have a dress fitting schedule for 1pm.” Abel report.
Glancing at my wristwatch, I only have thirty minutes until 1pm. Better be on my way now, I groan inwardly, I wish the vacation didn’t end.