Melting Your Heart

The Meeting

“When can I meet your boyfriend?”

That brat ran into her room again just like that after teasing me. I just laughed at her naughtiness. I don’t even have a boyfriend. How can she have a brother-in-law?

Early in the morning, I thought Sunday was a rest day for me, but I was wrong. As a business person I have no rest day, every second is money.

“Ada, you have an appointment tonight with Ms. Salazar. She wants to personally talk about the foods that we need to serve for their wedding”, Leo, my assistant, told me after serving me the cup of milk. I never let him call me Ma’am. It is rare for him to come to my house unless there is an important matter.

“Oh? is that so? Okay”

“Do you want me to go with you?” he asked calmly.

“No need. I’ll be fine alone, just stay here and handle the restaurant and take care of my sister.” I replied without lifting my eyes from the news I'd been reading.

“Okay”, after a short conversation, I found him nowhere.

Leo, as my assistant, is very capable, he can give me the result that I wanted. Having five branches in different places was so tiring. That’s why I hired Leo as my assistant so I could have someone beside me that could be of any help. He’s like an older brother to me. We are often mistaken as a couple but we don’t give a sh*t to such unnecessary things, so we never clarify things.

At exactly 7:30 pm I’m already inside the hotel. I’m wearing a peach, semi-loose sleeveless top tuck-in in a low-waist jeans, emphasizing my 25-inch waist and silver high heels that shine from the reflection of the chandelier above. My hair was tied high so my back was a little exposed. I also have a white folded blazer in my arms just in case I feel cold later. I looked around and saw Ms. Salazar in the corner. We talked while we were eating. After we finalized everything, we drank to celebrate her upcoming wedding. We finished the bottle of red wine before we bid farewell to each other.

I felt dizzy, gosh Ms. Salazar is such a heavy drinker. She was still fine when her fiancee picked her up, while I was left alone struggling from dizziness. Where is the f*****g comfort room? I stood up from my chair and walked to look at every corner. Their comfort was placed near the hallway, so weird. There, I washed my face to sober up, but to no effect. I’m still drunk and dizzy. In the hallway, I saw a man coming near me. Thank god there was a staff coming to save me.

“Excuse me, I need a room. Book me a room, I’ll pay” I said, without looking at his face. I'm typically hugging the wall to support my balance.

“Huh”

“I’ll pay tell your manager” I repeated.

And after that everything went hazy.