CHAPTER SEVEN.

ZYRA.

       Throughout the weekend was amazing, Riri, a name I came up with last minute, really did her thing and planned our weekend. We went hiking, which was so stressful but fun. We tried different restaurants and new meals, some that we both hated and some we loved and will try again, we dressed up just to take pictures at certain places and head back home, we did a car washing competition at home which I won considering my car was smaller, we went to the zoo for no reason we just didn’t have anything to do that day, and finally, we went shopping.

       Riri helped me pick out the best outfits for work, from the two pieces cooperate sets we’d gotten from LV to the sexy, but modest suits, to the heels and bags from my favorite brand YSL? Everything was perfect. This was the first time shopping for things I didn’t want but needed and it was worth all the money spent. She was hell bent on making sure I looked good throughout the period of time I was going to work with Lane Empire.

       “Ready for tomorrow?” Riri asked as we got into her car about to head out. We realized that we had one more thing to do that wasn’t done during the weekend, eat at Deans.

       “Was born ready.” We laughed and hit the road. I’d never been worried or nervous about meeting any of the people I had worked with in the past, in fact, I was the one who made them worried, I came at my own time, never dressed professionally to any of the meetings and they abided by my rules and my terms, but now, especially with all the things Riri said and the way she wanted me to be my best, I was starting to put my thoughts together that this wasn’t the regular and I had to change the protocol. It’s a bit annoying but I’m hoping it’ll be worth it. 

ARDYN.

       I had anticipated and waited all weekend, and it was finally going to be Wednesday tomorrow. I wouldn’t say I was excited, but I was some sort of emotion. I wanted to see her, the lady who never showed her face but was the best at her work, the lady who worked for herself and not money, the lady who was ‘a rude ugly bitch’? It was going to be very interesting. 

       Zay was very impressed when I told him that I was going to work with her, so to celebrate me finally working with a woman, he scheduled a dinner reservation for us at a restaurant called Deans. He mentioned that they had a few tasty dishes and the place was organized, just how I liked it, so here I was putting on my coat and heading outside to meet him where he was waiting in the Ferrari, we were going to Deans. 

       We finally got to Deans and well, it was just how he described it; they had good customer care, and they were actually very organized. They had sections for bigger sets of people from five upwards and smaller sets from four downwards. Zay and I were issued to the smaller sets; we were just two. We placed our orders and took our seats. While waiting, we noticed a blonde and brunette opposite us, they were having the best time, making jokes and laughing. I recognized the blonde and once again I couldn’t see the brunettes face because she wasn’t facing me. I wouldn’t say this was a coincidence, but it was surprising, always a blonde and brunette.

       “What do you think about these girls opposite us, Especially the blonde?” Zay asked after he had looked at them for the fifth time. 

       “And the brunette?” I found myself asking. I didn’t know why I was, but I just found myself wanting to know who she was. I wasn’t one to chase women or anyone in general, but I could see myself doing something a little close but far away from chasing, if I could just see her face.

       “Don’t know bro, blondes are kind of my thing.” He said, laughing.

       “Fuck off.” I laughed. Our food had arrived. Zay had been pumped up about the food, so I had to see what the fuss was actually about.

       “This is actually really good.” I took a spoonful into my mouth.

       “Told you.” Zay loved being right about something, and I hate to admit it, but he was right about this one. We ate in silence before he decided to say the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while.

       “You know, if you keep up like this, from working with this woman, you could actually start liking women more and start dating one in the future and boom, we start having dates together.” I don’t think I’d ever laughed like this before.

       “And what makes you think I would ever have something to do with someone I worked with?”

       “Well, I didn’t say her though, but she might be your type who knows.” And this time we both started laughing.

       “And what is my type?” I had to ask because where was he getting all these ideas from.

       “Maybe that brunette you’ve been glancing at for some time now.” And for the first time, Zay had managed to be right about two things in one sitting. 

       “I haven’t even seen her face yet and you’re already making assumptions?” I said, laughing. She was someone I’d usually go for in terms of just sex but, she can’t be faceless, can she?

       “For the fact that you’ve been staring, and you haven’t denied it yet, I just have to win this one.” He laughed. 

       “Fuck off.”