Celina’s POV
How am I going to let Jefferson go when I only want him in my life? He was the only man that I wanted to try anything with, no matter how much I disliked it. I was worried that he would make me bend over and take me in my a** because I felt like a wh*** if he ever did that with me. But I love him so much that I wanted to please him in any way I could and fu****g me in my behind was something I am willing to try and do for him.
I was glad that he respected me and would want my permission first before he would ever do that. I like that about him, always thinking of me and not just himself. He is not like any other man I know who would let a woman lie and take them any way they wanted without consulting or asking their partner.
That day that he showed my photo with Lloyd was disturbing because it was definitely a threat to our relationship. Whoever he or she was that was following me must have wanted me or Jefferson for themselves. I don’t know about Jefferson, but I didn’t want to just let it slide, but how am I going to find out whoever he or she was?
“Celina, are you ready for the country club?” Dennis asked as he knocked on my table. I really don’t have an office for myself. My table was with the other architects. It was on the second floor and had no partition for any architects. Though we have our designated table to work on our respective projects. In the middle was a long table where we could use it if we had to discuss something and if ever we needed extra space while we did our projects.
A complete set of art and drawing materials were properly organized on a wide shelf on the side. Three drawing tablets are available on the long table for everyone to use as well. The company has provided its architects with everything they need to make their project as beautiful as it can be.
“Yeah, I was just waiting for you.” I replied and he smiled, nodding. I got up from my chair and started to clean up my table. Although I have been finished with my design, I still look into it and try to look for something that may not be good for the design.
“I’ll be at the parking lot. You can just come with me so you don’t need to drive.”
“That will be great,” I replied and started walking with him to the stairs to go down. The building is 30 storeys and the company occupied 2 floors (15th and 16th floors). Although there was an elevator, we used the stairs instead. Other occupants who use the elevator just skip our architect’s hub (16th floor), which for us was our company’s second floor. The whole first floor (15th floor) was for the offices and meeting room, as well as the administrative department.
Those two floors were connected by a stair and we went down because Dennis needed to give Leslie some instructions and get his bag, then he headed to the elevator to go to the basement where his car was parked. I had already called Jefferson and informed him that I hadn’t been able to eat with him at lunch and he knew who I was with the whole time.
I got into his car after he unlocked the door and so did he. He turned on the ignition after we put on our seatbelts and started to drive. It will be a 3 long hour drive along the expressway before we get to the site. We will probably be there before lunchtime.
Dennis and I talked about many things on our way. It was a long drive so it was natural that we talked about everything, but most was about the project. “Celina, you know that this project was huge and I don’t know how it landed in your hands at first. But after I saw your proposal, I knew that I was not going to doubt you ever again,” he said, and I laughed,
“What made you say that?” I asked curiously.
“Don’t get me wrong, but Leslie has her own name in the field and I am not saying that she has the right to challenge you, but I know where she was coming from” he said,
“You can go directly to the point, so cut to the chase.” I told her,
“Where have you been these past years? Why didn’t I hear about you when you were so da*n good?”
“You’re exaggerating.” I told him, “Well, I am a freelancer and do all kinds of designs and not just architectural things. I even design jewelry and gowns and you will be shocked once you find out that there were few who won an award and or were selling at a very high price.” I added.
“Why didn’t you just pursue your architecture career?”
“I didn’t like eight to five jobs confined in a four-corner room. I wanted to hold and manage my own time.” I replied,
“And you, coming here?”
“Well, Jefferson exerted a lot of effort just to give me this, so I didn’t want to disappoint him. I will still design, so I guess there’s no harm in doing this for him, especially when I am enjoying doing this as well.” I answered and he smiled.
“Mr. Scott must have loved you so much that he was willing to do and give everything for you.”
“I love him as much,” I replied. I didn’t want him to think that I was only for the taking. I want him to know that Jefferson and I were in a relationship where we give each other’s support and in a two-way relationship where we both give and take.
The site was in Irosin Province in Pajar Town and I do think that the location of the country club was really good. Imagine a relaxing place to go to that was three or more hours away from the city. Every wealthy person will surely line up just to get a membership. Plus the fact that it was co-owned by Jefferson Scott, who owns the number one bank in the country and abroad.
Many have tried to get an appointment with him so they could talk to him about their businesses that needed his financing. But not everyone can actually get it and I feel sorry for them whenever I find out about it.
Dennis and I went to the site immediately. It was over a month since our last meeting when I had been photographed with Lloyd in the restaurant and we had just started the development. I made every road to be accessed by everyone, no matter which part of the country club they were. So what we are expecting now is that there should be a few roads ready to be passed through as we target to finish them in two weeks, minus the clearing.
The contractor was very efficient and was aiming to finish everything ahead of time. I told the contractor and engineers that they could contact me anytime and I would rush to the site as long as they needed me.
“Dennis, what time are you going to come back to the city?”
“Can we stay here until they finish the day?” he asked and I smiled, nodding. He doesn’t need to be here, but because he wanted to make sure that everything would be alright, he told me that he would make time to visit her from time to time and we both agreed on that.
“No problem with,”
“Will it be OK with Mr. Scott?”
“It should be, after all, he was the one who wanted me to grow my career,” I replied, laughing. We were busy helping the workers and didn’t notice the time. I was sweating and so was Dennis. We were under the sun the whole afternoon after we had our lunch and I’m sure that I smell like I just came from the sun as I smell like it. I was wearing denim jeans and a long sleeve polo paired with sneakers, just right for a site visit.
We heard a car approaching and I think, whoever it was, he was already late because we were already readying to go home. The car that was very familiar to me stopped a few meters away from us and I couldn’t help but smile. How come he’s here?