Making Waves

Cynthia stepped out of the elevator and stood in the hallway marveling at the exquisite glass layout of the entire floor, hearing quick footsteps from behind her, she turned to meet a beautiful brunette dressed up in an  expensive grey  formal office suit exuding elegance with her face adorned in delicate make up. "Mrs Frost?" "Yes"

"come with me," Cynthia followed her through a different direction and was greeted with a more breathtaking view of the floor. The last floor of the exquisite tower was a masterclass in sleek, modern design. The transparent glass structures seemed to defy gravity, offering a breathtaking 360-degree views of the city below. The floor-to-ceiling glass walls and ceilings created a sense of weightlessness, as if floating above the urban landscape. Cynthia peeked at the floor below where she could see a model taking shots, she recognized her, it was Valerie Summer's cousin, Beverly Summer.

"Please come in", the assistant said pushing a door and bringing Cynthia back from her reverie. Inside the office, it looked more of a lounge, "hello Cynthia dear", Valerie's voice rang out. She sat on a couch in a relaxed posture casually scrolling through on her phone. Cynthia was shown a seat by  the assistant and she replied as she sat, "good afternoon Ms Valerie", Cynthia spoke smoothly, not at all intimidated by the stern face of the boss lady Infront of her.

Valerie smiled, "I like you already", "it's an honor" Cynthia replied with a small smile. "I'd like to apologize, I was told you were a stand in during the party... But I have a feeling whoever ditched that role did me a great favor", Valerie said in a matter of fact tone. "I was indeed a stand in, I wasn't interested but had no choice" Valerie hummed scanning Cynthia, feeling quite pleased with what she saw.

"You don't like to talk much," she spoke quietly placing her phone on the space beside her. Cynthia nodded, "huh", Valerie exhaled and propped her hands beneath her chin, her eyes raking Cynthia, "you look just like your mom....but she wasn't a quiet one." Cynthia was stunned, she looked at Valerie as if she had grown two heads, "you knew my mom?"

"Quite much, we were rivals before we became friends, best of friends I must say". "Best of friends?" Cynthia asked, clearly not believing her, in her mind, she thought maybe this woman knew my mom but wasn't close and now wants to use that leverage to control me, hmph. Valerie looked at the suspicious girl Infront of her and scoffed, "what do you think I gain by lying to have known your mother?" A little whatever, Cynthia thought but did not reply.

"Okay okay, when the accident happened I had just lost my child and wasn't so reliable myself, I was practically a zombie calling every toddler my baby and when I came to my senses, the burial was long gone and you had disappeared in thin air," Cynthia looked at Valerie as if trying to assess her words, "how come?" "Cyn am sorry okay, I was away in a different city and was not familiar with that place but I tried, ...I regret not trying enough but when I met you that day on the runway at school I knew it was fate."

Cynthia looked at the emotional woman seated Infront of her, she never thought they had a connection, "you called me Cyn just like mom," Cynthia said trying hard not to appear weak. Valerie got up and hugged her as she wiped away her own tears, "we shall have more time together from today, I don't want us to get swollen eyes from the tears okay, you have a photoshoot to carry out".

Cynthia stiffened, "you porched me from my normal world without permission," "well baby if you have ever known yourself then you'll realize  that you belong in the limelight".

"But-" "madam" their cozy moment was interrupted by the assistant who rushed in panting and holding her phone "what is it?" Rebecca, the assistant looked at Cynthia then at Valerie "uh .." Valerie couldn't force her to speak but stood up and held her hand then walked towards another door in the office. As she opened the door, she looked back at Cynthia and spoke softly, "baby Cyn I'll be back in a jiffy", "okay" Cynthia replied with a stiff smile then saw them shut the door hastily.

Cynthia exhaled, it was long since she last spoke about her mother, she didn't even know when it was last. She stabilized her emotions and stood up then began walking around the room as she took in the beauty of the interior deco, inside, the space was minimalist chic, with gleaming glass and steel accents that reflect the light in a mesmerizing dance. The glass staircase, a sweeping curve of crystal clarity, ascends to the rooftop, where an outdoor oasis awaits. Every detail, from the glass-topped tables to the glass-encased fire pit, contributed to an atmosphere of refined luxury and sophistication. Cynthia couldn't have enough of the view, she decided to take a couple of photos, her photography skills had always been a plus she was proud of, after taking a couple of selfies, she turned her phone off and went on with her tour.

In the late afternoon, a street across V&M, on the last floor of the Wallace Group building, the high-end office was a masterpiece of opulence and sophistication. Walls of rich, dark wood paneling provided a sumptuous backdrop for the sleek, modern furniture. A stunning city view unfolds through floor-to-ceiling windows, often shrouded in a subtle haze of afternoon mist with the sun's glow. Jeffery's desk, crafted from a single piece of polished ebony, gleamed like a mirror, adorned with a few, carefully curated items: a sleek laptop, a crystal paperweight, and a signed artwork. A plush, cream-colored area rug adds warmth and texture to the polished marble floor. Art pieces by renowned artists adorned the walls, adding a touch of elegance and refinement. The room was illuminated by a stunning chandelier, casting a warm, golden glow. A fully stocked bar and a discreetly placed refrigerator, stocked with fine wines and champagnes, catered to the billionaire's every need. Jeffery sat behind his desk, his eyes focused intently on the file in his hands. The quiet was quiet pleasing but didn't last long when the door burst open without warning.

"Really Jeff?" Drake's deep but playful voice sounded as he walked in and sat opposite his friend without invitation. Jake raised his eyes subtly at Drake and asked, "you got done that fast?" Drake shrugged, "I thought since it's your first day since coming back, you wouldn't overwork yourself. Seems I was wrong". Drake smirked eyeing Jeff with a disgusted look.

"You went to office late and came out at 3pm with such an important project, what did you even do?" Jeff retorted without raising his head to look at his friend. "I did what I had to". Jeff sighed, if he were as smart as Drake in the business world he wouldn't even get to office. He knew his friend's natural abilities and admired him for that. "What are your plans?"

"Golf, I have a partner to discuss some stuff with", Drake spoke in one breath, "so ?" Jeff answered, "I need a Wallace company, it can only be Jeff Wallace." "Suit yourself," Jeffery retorted.

Valerie walked out of the office with a stunned look on her face, she felt both surprise and fear. "Cynthia", she called out looking around but the beauty was nowhere to be seen. "Cynthia," "over here," Cynthia answered and Valerie came rushing. "Cyn did you know you're making Waves?"