Chance Encounter
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▪︎Elle▪︎
As I was making my way through the crowd to reach the backstage, I was caught off guard when I bumped into something stiff and strong, I looked up to see that it was a boy, around my age, maybe twenty four - ish twenty five years old, he was very handsome, dressed in a pretty black suit, and had ocean blue eyes that glimmered as we locked eyes, his hair was messy, falling on his face, he had no expression on his face, I guess he isn't new to crowded places, he looked almost intimidating, he also had a id- card which meant he would be presenting some company as well. After a moment of staring at eachother I broke eye contact to realise my file had slipped out of my hand, we both quickly bent down to pick it up. I wasn't as fast as he was, so he got it, and so I pulled away, he handed me the file before he turned around and left, not giving me a chance to thank him .
Soon, it was a guy named Miguel's turn to go up and present, and to my utter surprise, the guy whom I bumped into got to the stage and confidently started speaking, he was really professional, he used visual aids for the audience to better understand the company and it's ideas, and he made eye contact with the crowd every now and then . He was presenting a company named RL Enterprises, I could've sworn I was familiar with that company, I shrugged and snapped back into life when I heard my name being called, "Elle Tristan, the presenter of TechElevations", I quickly ran up preparing my papers, it was not my first time presenting the company alone , so I was not at all scared, but I was intimidated by the audience. I finally built up the courage to speak, and took a long, deep breathe, my parents were usually here, but they couldn't make it because they are on a month long business trip. But fortunately, luck was on my side because everything went well and several people clapped after I was done, I greeted the guests with a fake smile plastered on my face, and then, here I was , looking straight at Miguel, he definitely did not look like the same guy who presented on stage not even an hour ago, "You did well, though I didn't expect much, but you impressed me", he said, not betraying a single emotion. I smiled and thanked him, quiet annoyed at the last comment though. " Thanks " ... " I think? ".
▪︎Miguel▪︎
To say the least, I was impressed, young female presenters usually stutter and don't explain the plan very well, I guess this girl, Elle, must have been used to presenting in front of a big audience. But the name of the company she presented was familiar, I swear I heard my father mention it more than once in my years of working with him at the company.
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After greeting and thanking everyone, they waited for the founder of this event to assign the companies that will work on the charity event that's held to help raise money for the Reinforcing orphanage.
▪︎Elle▪︎
As the presenter, " Mr. Renault ", started stating the names, I was happy, but not surprised that I was the only girl who would be helping in this project, and I got the team leader position, everyone started clapping, and I felt goosebumps as I climbed up the stairs to thank everyone over the microphone on the stage, as an outside appearanc, I look extremelyintimidatingto people who don't know me, but I am the complete opposite of that. The other teammates would be Miguel, Thomas, and Anderson, I wasn't surprised about that either, the other presenters were very young and incapable.
▪︎Miguel▪︎
I felt overwhelmed while looking at the paper with all the people who will be working on this project. It felt good meeting new people, although I have many friends, most of them just use me for money, or because I'm famous, but maybe these people are...different and I have a good feeling about Elle, she sounds smart and serious, I mean she should be, considering she's team leader.
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All of them exchange phone numbers and decide to meet on Friday which was after the following day.
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