Deja vu

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are purely a product of the author's imagination. This novel contains serious themes and harsh language that should not be read by young readers. You should read at your own risk. ... "Let's make it happen." Just like that, I ended our meeting. A new set of designs will be out for the next season. They say it will be hard to execute the project the more I want it to happen. "Madam your next meeting is scheduled at 6 pm with Mr. Dunkan." "Okay." I scan these files above my table and signed some documents. I prepared everything I need for the meeting, before 5:30 I am already prepared and ready to go. I am wearing the newest release collection of Beatì. It is a nice cream-colored coat partnered with trousers and my Amina Muaddi crystal-embellished satin slingback pumps. I carried my Channel bag and leave my office. "Madam the car is ready." "Thank you, Gianna, let's go." While we are still in the car I ask her if she did what I ask her earlier. "Yes madam, here is the complete information about him." We have a reservation at Lemuria Gourmet Restaurant. I still have 20 minutes to read these files before we reach our destination. "Mr. Dunkan, hi, I am Amanda Gomez. Nice to meet you." "Ms. Gomez, it was nice to meet you too. Please be seated." "About the property, you were talking about, we can go there to visit if you want. Just give me a call." I heard it's a nice place and it is suitable for the runway. Maybe I should give it a try. "Sure, Mr. Dunkan." I thank him and we bid our goodbyes. But before I leave a saw a familiar silhouette. How can I forget the man who broke me?