Richard's POV
When she walks in elegantly, her hair falling softly around her shoulder and her heels making a clacking sound, my entire body becomes still.
I am almost on my toes to catch up with her, glad at the coincidence when something stops me.
Fernando.
He stands up with a wide grin on his face. I feel a sudden flare of rage as I watch, but Trevor taps me from behind.
“Richard, what's the matter?” "Richard, what's the matter?" he asks, prompting me to return to my client. We were supposed to meet last night, but it got rescheduled because he had to fly out for an impromptu conference, making our meeting impossible.
We are here on a Saturday noon, sitting by the window to avoid distractions, in order to finalize our deal.
I wondered why he asked us to meet here at first, but the moment I saw Arabella walking in, I bless him in my heart.
I turn back to the duo, flashing smiles at each other. Trevor taps me again, his gaze following mine.
“You know them?” He asks questions out of c
