Heels Of Revenge

Chapter 6 – Spilled coffee

Ladies and gentlemen, the meeting is adjourned”.

As the chairperson arranges his files into his suitcase. The rest of the board members were seated still, exchanging knowing looks.

“I had honestly expected we'd reach a decision before the end of the meeting,” one of the directors murmured.

“So did I “. I thought that with both CEOs in the room. We'd leave with a signed contract. Said another.

Mr. Bryan adjusted the button on his suit and lowered his voice. “The argument wasn't about the proposal itself. It was personal “.

A few of the board members grasped and quickly turned to steal glances at both Zara and Adrian.

We ought to have been permitted to contribute prior to the meeting before it was concluded. Another director stated, “A new point of view could have lessened the tension.

Before anyone could respond. Mr. Hart stopped halfway and looked back.

“Finished?” The room fell silent. If you're done discussing how the meeting should have gone, then maybe you'll spend the next one finding positive outcomes rather than spectators.

No one answered.

Great!. Enjoy the rest of your day.

Miss Zara?

Yes sir?

Meet me in my office at exactly 9:45am. I need you to handle some important affairs concerning the company.

“Noted sir."

Zara stepped out of Mr Hart’s office with a straight face, but the moment the door lock clicked, she let out a slow sigh. It has just been less than twenty-four hours since Adrian reappeared into my life, yet it feels as though the walls she carefully built around her were beginning to c***k.

“Stay focused, Zara,” she murmured under her breath. Adrian will not be the reason I lose my composure.

Yes! Jacob. What is the next meeting about? Ma'am, the next meeting is scheduled for 10:30am with “Chevelle luxe.” They are looking to collaborate with our company for their newest collection of corporate outfits paired with corporate footwear and the venue is the Royal Inn suite.

Okay.

Good.

Adrian left the Eclipse Heels Enterprise with a calm expression like nothing happened. His car was already parked at the entrance of the building. His driver stepped down from the driver's seat and opened the passenger door for the boss.

Take me to“ De–luxe Fashion”. Right away sir. They arrived at the new fashion house at exactly 10:00am. Adrian got down from the car with utmost composure.

The receptionist was drooling at him secretly, not to jeopardize her current position at the company. Who wants to get fired for admiring their CEO? Definitely not me.

She comported herself and plastered a welcoming smile on her face.

Good morning sir.

"Morning". With an aloofness that could freeze boiling water. Sarah nearly peed on herself.

Why would a man be this perfect? 5’9 tall, 6 packs that is visible even in a thick suit and ouuuu biceps like that of a trained boxer. Yet carries such a domineering aura? No, girl, you need to stop daydreaming about Mr Adrian. He's your boss and would never notice you in this office. Just give up! Sarah said such mean things to herself to make her focus on her work rather than build a castle in the air.

Zara drove to the venue, 10 minutes before the agreed time. The heels she wore were drawing so much attention from both the staff and customers at the Royal Inn suite. Perfect visibility for her brand.

She walked to their lounge area, where they made a reservation to have the meeting. She walked to the service attendant.

Hi, there was a reservation made for Miss Zara Quinn in this lounge.

Okay ma'am. Give me a minute to confirm the reservation.

Yes, there's a reservation made for Zara Quinn and it's at table three.

Thank you. Zara was just about to sit down, and her eyes caught a glimpse of Adrian walking towards the lounge area. She shaked it off. Perhaps I'm just hallucinating because we met this morning. Adrian cannot be here. Why would he be here? It's just my mind playing with my sight.

Hi, you must be Zara Quinn, CEO of Eclipse Heels Enterprise?

Yes, and you are?

I am Raphael Scott. Executive designer for Chevelle luxe.

Oh! Hi Mr Raphael. Please meet you. Have a seat.

Thank you.

I was sent to represent my company for this meeting. An email has been sent to your assistant about the details of the meeting today. Yes, he briefed me about it. Good. So our company picked your company to work on our newest collection after careful consideration.

Raphael slid a folder across the table. “Our designers back at Chevelle luxe, admire Eclipse Heels," he said with a friendly smile. Your ability to combine both sophistication with comfort is exactly what we're looking for.

She collected the file. Flipping through each page with a satisfactory expression. The figures were impressive. This collaboration had the potential to push both companies into a new market.

Just before she could respond, a waitress approached their table with a tray of freshly brewed coffee. She dropped two cups of coffee on the table. Zara smiled at her and reached to pick up her cup. At the same time, another customer brushed past the waitress.

Everything happened in a flash. The tray flipped to one side, the cup with a full coffee slipped and splashed across the edge of Zara's side of the table onto her blazer. A few drops fell on a polished leather shoe behind her.

“The waitress said," I'm so sorry."

Zara froze.

Something about the silence behind her felt familiar for some strange reason.

She turned around slowly.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Adrian!.