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Cynthia wondered how this meeting would end up, she had always prided herself for her decisiveness and ability to wade off intimidation but when it came to  Valerie Summer, she couldn't even stand still in her opposition to her decision.

"She just had a really hard mouth" Cynthia said, rolling her long blonde hair into wavy curls. knock.. knock there was a knock at the door, Cynthia stopped, puzzled as to who could ever visit her since she had no friends. She set her rollers down and went over to get the door.

"Hello", she was greeted the moment she opened the door,

"good morning how may I help you-" before she could complete her sentence, the man lightly shoved a shopping bag into her arms. "This is for you miss", he said and walked off immediately without looking back. He had been instructed to be quick or he wouldn't manage to leave the bag with her.

Cynthia looked at the man disappearing into the elevator with wide eyes, she still hadn't recovered from his actions but he was already a mile away as if running away from a beast. She shook her head and looked down at the bag in her hands, at that moment, a phone call interrupted her her thoughts and she got in to answer it, she was sure it is Valerie's assistant this time.

"Hello" she said cautious again,

"come on Cynthia it's just me, I hope you have received my tangible apology, now go rock those cameras". Bernice said before hanging up, not giving Cynthia a chance to reply. Cynthia looked at her phone then at the clock, she had thirty minutes to the agreed time. She carefully opened the bag and pulled out piece of clothing in it.

It was a shiny black Elisabetta Franchi belted jumpsuit with a smooth turtleneck. It must be said Bernice really did her homework, Cynthia quickly wore it and pulled out a pair of five inched heels and stood in front of her small dressing mirror, "Bernice you.." Cynthia exclaimed as she admired what she saw in the mirror. Most of the scars on her body had disappeared, she had worked so hard in the past years to remove any trace of Justin in her life. Cynthia smiled at her reflection, "since we got ourselves in this, let's go see how it turns out, it doesn't hurt getting connections with Valerie Summer, just one more plus". She said.She then picked up her clutch and walked out of the room, locking it before leaving.

Buzz buzz buzz, the sound of an incoming call disrupted the cozy atmosphere in a high end hotel suite. A man, laying on a large king sized bed with specifically nothing covering him, stirred at the sound of the phone's noise. He slowly opened his eyes, he was welcomed with a terrible head ache, "last night was not a usual night", he thought.

He turned his head to the person next to him, "what are you still doing here?" his voice came out stern and uncompromising. The beautiful woman, who had intentionally swept off all the sheets from covering her body was startled. "I.."

"get out." The man roared and she jumped to her feet. She looked at him timidly, "please don't get rid of me just like nothing happened between us last night-".

"Woman, do you know who you are talking to?“ He looked at her with a sneer, his eyes full of disdain as of she were a filthy rag. "Now leave before I call security to help you".

The woman quickly picked up her clothes, her eyes full of tears, her body trembled. She knew all about the rumors about him but she hoped he would see her at least once this morning given he had spent the night with her, unfortunately, he did not bat an eye the moment the effects of the drugs wore off.

"Darn it", she cursed under her breath as she wore her clothes in the corridor before walking away.

In the hotel suite, Drake's mind was still in a daze, "did I just sleep in with a whore, shit". He didn't understand anything from last night. It was a wild welcome party for his friend Jeffery Wallace but he doesn't remember how he got back to this suite. "I really am damned". He said as he turned toward his phone that was still ringing.

"Thank God Drake, what on earth got you sleeping till mid-day". It was his assistant Eric who was also a tight buddy.

"What do you want Eric?"

 "nothing, just reminding you about today's schedule that begins in thirty minutes"

"Got it" Drake said as he tossed the phone on the bed without bothering to hang up. He walked to the bathroom and quickly washed up, his head still aching.

As soon as he got done, there was a Knock at the door, "come in". His driver came in with his clothes for the office, "anything else Sir", the man asked not particularly understanding why his boss was just from waking up.

"get the car ready."

"Yes sir", the driver said and left. Drake dressed himself up and looked in the floor to ceiling mirror, he wore a black tailored suit that streamed elegance. He picked up his phone and walked out of the suite. The driver opened for him the door the moment he arrived at the basement parking garage.

As Drake sat in the car, the driver leaned over from the front with a file in his hands. "Sir, this is the most recent update on the FDM project," Drake received the file and opened it, scanning the words written in it, "hmmm", was his only response. He checked the time on his watch, seeing he had only a few minutes, he urged the driver to speed up.

He was the boss, but today's meeting was crucial for this project, though it was a weekend, the day was solely dedicated to discussing this particular project hence he had to be at least a little early given by this time, most shareholders and parties concerned would be there already.

The Williams family group was an enormous business empire that had thrived in Tampa and around the world for centuries. Drake Wilson, being the only son to the Wilson main branch, was naturally the sole heir. Though he had a messy personal lifestyle, his business acumen was top notch and every businessman knew that the safest position in their business world was as his ally not the opposite.

As the low-key luxurious SUV sped through the traffic, it got heavier ahead of them and they had to stop, in a few minutes, they were caught up in the middle. "Didn't you check this before taking this route?", Drake's cold voice sounded in the passenger seat and the driver stiffened. "I did sir but-"

"don't but me, call Eric." He said in a calm voice, he was never in a hurry. He leaned on the headrest and closed his eyes. His life wasn't as most people viewed it, his mind went to the girl he spent the night with, "what on earth did she do to make me sleep like that", he murmured. He had never let a woman sleep with him through the night, it disgusted him and he also didn't understand why he had a headache, his drinking habit was not a secret, however, he never got drunk and worse off never had after effects, "I hope we never cross paths woman". He said gritting his teeth, forgetting that he never really recognized any woman he slept with after the deed was done.

He ran his hands through his hair and looked through the car window at the heavy traffic. As His eyes wondered around, he spotted lady talking on phone in the taxi adjacent to his car. Drake swallowed hard, she was an ethereal beauty, he squinted his eyes to see her expressions clearly and realized she seemed agitated on the phone call. Shortly, she opened the cab's door and stepped out onto the road. Drake was swept off his feet, he licked his lips, "she's a great meal", he thought sizing her up. She was tall and that jumpsuit did justice to her curvaceous body. The lady walked ahead into the traffic and Drake realized she must have been in a hurry.

"Damn" he squeezed the file in his hand, "why did she have to go just like that?"