Meeting.

Anastasia POV:

I was over the cloud nine when I heard that the CEO of Weaver group is willing to consider my company. "How did you know that they would agree on it?" Samuel was confused. 

"Because I have confidence in myself." I smiled at him. In fact, the designs that I sent to the Weavers are the designs of my own jewellery. I made them when I was a freshman in college. None of the design was from the new collection which I am going to launch at the inauguration. I am not that dumb and stupid to recklessly send my hard work to a stranger. 

I smirked, "Make sure everything is perfect for tomorrow's meeting. This is our last chance to save the company which hasn't even seen the light of the world yet."

Samuel nodded in agreement and we spent the whole night working on our presentation and the drafts. When we were done, the clock was already ticking  3am. "Ask the driver to take me home. You should also go home and have some rest." I instructed him before leaving. 

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At night, I had only 2 hours of sleep but still, I was refreshed. I took a shower and changed to a cream colored suit. I let my hair loose and applied some makeup to hide the dark circles around my eyes. Well, in order to achieve your dreams, you have to sacrifice something and I am sacrificing my comfort. 

I slipped my feet in the matching heels and grabbed my things before rushing downstairs. Mom walked out of her bedroom. She looked sleepy and she was still wearing the black night dress. I know she woke up so early to see me. 

"Now, do I have to make an appointment to see my daughter?" She complained instantly. 

I smiled and hugged her. Her warm embrace gave me the energy which I needed. "I am really sorry, Mom. Because of the inauguration, I have been really busy. But I promise, when I am done with it, I will give you time and take you to the best dinner of your life." I said to her and kissed her cheek. 

"Seeing you is all I need." She patted my arm. "I can see that something is troubling you. But whatever it is, I hope that you will be over it soon." She sincerely said. 

"Since you have wished me luck, I think I am over it." I adjusted my collar and said with confidence. Her face lit up. 

"Don't forget to have your breakfast before leaving." She reminded me and I guess she had already asked the cook to whip me something. He came to me with pancakes and some coffee. I smiled at the retracting figure of my Mom. "THANK YOU, MOM." I shouted from behind. She waved her hand. 

I immediately stuff myself with the food. Samuel was going to pick me up in 30 minutes. I had my meeting with the Weaver group at 10am and I don't want to be late. 

He came to pick me up earlier and took me to the office. We went through the materials which I am going to present to the CEO of Weavers group and I only took a sigh of relief after I made sure everything was perfect.

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At 9:45am, we were standing in the lobby of Weaver group. My company was nothing compared to this one. Moreover, I used to think Dad has the best architecture but I guess I was ahead of myself. I haven't seen the world yet. This can beat anyone and this was definitely representing the exquisite taste of the owner. 

The building had a gold, black and grey combination interior. Everything blended well together and the huge and expensive chandeliers were hanging from the ceilings. "This looks like a hotel rather than a company." Samuel muttered besides me and I nodded in affirmation. 

"I guess, they facilitate their employees really well." I was envious of even the employees. 

"Yes, they provide them with the best packages. They have the highest salaries in the country and company even provide them accommodation in the elite housing society. Furthermore, medical insurance is also-" He started babbling without a pause and I looked at him speechlessly. 

"I think you gave a lot of complaints, Samuel. Why don't I look for another assistant?" I put my hand under my chin and threatened him. 

"No, no. This isn't what I meant." He instantly denied the allegations and his face as white as a sheet of paper. "You are the kindest boss. I swear." He genuinely said and I could feel the honesty. Well, I have never been hard on my employees. 

"Okay, don't butter me up and find when Mr. Weaver is going to be here." I glanced at my wrist watch. It was striking 9:55 now. I frowned. 'I hope he is punctual. I really do.' I thought with the clenched teeth. Yeah, I am desperate and I cannot bear this anxiety for one more second but at the same time I loathe people who aren't punctual and take the time of others for granted. They don't care about others. Such people are the most selfish ones. 

I watched Samuel as he talked to the receptionist. He nodded at what she said and came to me to report.

"Miss. Logan, apparently Mr. Weaver had another morning meeting. He is on his way." He said. 

"Can't he be on time?" I gritted my teeth and stopped assaulting my jaws when the realization hit me. "By the way, we don't know a thing about their CEO. What is he like? Do you have any idea?" I was suddenly curious. I mean, who wouldn't be. He is the CEO of the best company in the continent. 

"Actually, I looked into him last night. He is chosen as the youngest CEO by forbes. He is just 27 this year but he is known for being a perfectionist. His professional life is at its peak but-" he suddenly started whispering. "His personal life is a mess. There are rumors that he changes the woman's clothes. He is well reputed as a bad boy. However, some people call him Cassanova. This is all about Mr. Ryan Weaver."

"Oh, he must be good looking then." I wanted to see him now. How can someone be so handsome that people are willing to forgive all of his flaws? Suddenly, someone's face flashed in front of my eyes.

Those thick black hair and well prominent features... he had a high nose bridge and plump kissable lips. The minty taste is still alive on my lips while his jaw bone was so well defined that it wouldn't be wrong to say that he can pierce it and from piercing, I remember his other piercing too. The way that metallic ring grazes my walls, it still makes me clench my thighs. 

While the grunts and groans that escaped from his lips, it was such a huge turn on for me that I am never going to forget it. I wonder if someone will be able to give me that experience....

"Miss. Logan, are you okay? Your face is really red." Samuel snapped me back to reality. Only then I realized that my earlobes are burning too. I fanned my face with my hands and cleared my throat. "Yes, yes. I am fine." I exhaled loudly. 

My panties were drenched. "For f**k sake, Ana. You are not supposed to be thinking about your one night stand now. Your company is at stake. If you lose this investment, you will be bankrupt. Your reputation in the market will be so bad that your career will end before it could start.' I scolded myself. I really need to pull myself together.

"Samuel, please prepare everything for the meeting. I am going to the restroom." I handed over everything to him and went to the restroom. 

When I looked at my reflection, I was surprised. My cheeks were tomato red. Even the foundation on my skin wasn't able to hide that. So, I wet my hands with the cold water and gently placed them on my cheeks. A futile attempt to cool them down. 

It took me a whole damn 10 minutes to calm down and I brushed the thoughts from the plane aside and rushed to the conference room about which the receptionist told me. "Mr. Weaver is at the meeting room." She informed me.

"WHAT!!" I snapped. "Oh, God." I have been waiting for him for more than half an hour and just when I went to the restroom for 10 minutes, he was here. 'Thank you so much, my goddamn luck.' I rolled my eyes and almost ran without caring about the 4 inches heel which I am wearing. My feet were killing me but something is more important than my feet at the moment.

I caught my breath outside the door and the receptionist opened it for me. I instantly straightened my shoulders and with the confident steps, I walked inside. 

"Good morning, Mr. Weaver. Sorry, I was late-" and next all I remember is choking on my words as I looked at the person in front of me.