Chapter 12
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Killian's POV
Alighting from my car, I glanced at the opulent fashion house, an iconic structure which appeared tremendously deserving of being the best in the city. Its façade was made of sturdy glass and there was an inscription of the word– GLAMOR EMPIRE- on the roof. Glancing at my wristwatch, I took note of the time before making my way into the building.
“Bonjour monsieur!” A pretty red haired lady greeted me with a warm smile which revealed her flawless white teeth. Her heels clacked to the polished tiles and I flashed her a smile before surveying the interior details of the exquisite posh building. The vaulted ceiling and the golden chandeliers dangling from it were the first things that caught my attention.
“Bonjour mademoiselle..” I greeted, and I couldn't help but steal just another glance at the features in the building. Designs on boards hung on different sections of the wall.
At the right end was a display of some design collections on mannequins. A large staircase with curved steps led to a certain floor at a corner and some sections of the floor were covered in rugs.
I noticed some workers busied themselves with making some designs at a far end. The whole place was spacious and breathtakingly beautiful. I wasn't a type to really get impressed with things but every single detail here screamed perfection.
Dapper suits and classy dresses hung on a rack in a glass box and several mannequins were dressed in different styles of outfit.
There were large windows on the wall with pillars at different angles. Fabrics were stacked on a particular table where some workers busied themselves with cutting the edges and making some designs out of it.
Everything here is incredible and amazing. Raquel sure has a good fashion sense. Not only are her designs great but she also chose the right setting and perfect structure for her fashion house. It's unlike anyone I've ever seen before.
“Do you have an appointment with Miss Raquel?” The lady's voice boomed in my ears, snatching me out of my reverie.
I guess I was so lost in the world of her designs that I totally forgot about the lady standing in front of me.
Slipping my hands in my pocket. I c****d my brows and said, “Yes. I have an appointment with her. Actually, my friend, Mr Jacques, arrived here before me. He's acquainted with Miss Raquel. I'm a friend of his so we—”.
“--- Oh, I see. You're Mr Killian Dobrev right?” She asked, raising a brow.
Nodding, I replied with relief, “Yes, I am.”
“Okay. Your friend told me about you. Since you're here to see Miss Raquel as well, you can follow me. I'll be the one to show you the way to her office.” The red haired lady said nicely, and I walked beside her as we made our way to Raquel's office.
I couldn't help but dart my eyes across the paintings and portraits on the walls. Statues of some late famous designers were positioned at some parts of the hall.
A small smile crept up my lips when I saw some colorful flowers in a large vase. We walked into an elevator which took us to the last floor.
Stepping out of the elevator, I smoothened my suit and shoved my fingers into my hair, in an attempt to look cool.
“Here is her office, Sir,” The lady mumbled as we came to a halt in front of a huge door with strong glasses.
At the top of the door was a placard, with the inscription – CEO, on it.
The redhead lady paused and I watched as she switched on the tablet in her hand before running her fingers across the screen.
“Okay ma'am. I will,” She lastly before looking up to face me.
“You may go in now, Sir,” She announced and I nodded as I watched her leave. She shoved a strand of her hair behind her ears and it was then that I saw the earbuds her hair had been concealing all along.
She must have communicated with Raquel before permitting me to go in.
Looking up at the ceiling, I saw some CCTV cameras scattered at various angles.. Heaving a deep sigh, I hovered the door knob with my finger before twisting it and opening the door.
After walking in with measured calculating steps, my eyes settled on Jacques and a beautiful succubus in front of him. She was dressed in a magenta gown and golden embroideries. Her accessories glistened as the rays from the sun came in contact with it. She had a few bracelets on her wrist and her ruby lips were the most beautiful I'd ever seen.
“S'agit-il de la personne dont vous avez dit qu'elle se présenterait aujourd'hui ? ? (Is this the person you said will be showing up today?)” She spoke to Jacques in french and i knew she was talking about me because she kept on stealing frequent glances in my direction.
“Oui, il l'est. Il s'appelle Kilian Dobrev. C'est un designer et aussi un de mes amis. (Yes, he is. His name is Killian Dobrev. He's a designer and also a friend of mine)”. Jacques replied while I took a seat in front of them before shaking hands with Miss Raquel.
“Nice to meet you, Mr Killian.” She mumbled and I just couldn't take my eyes away from her beautiful perfect flawless face and cherry ruby lips.
“I am more delighted to see you.” I said, still staring at her.
She was in a black dress with long gloves and a fluffy pink scarf which was made from cashmere hung around her neck.
She wasn't on any makeup but she still stood out. Her beautiful hair cascaded around her waist and her scent was indeed heavenly that it filled up my nostrils. I could feel my knees buckling but I tried hard to maintain my composure.
After having a few conversations, she stood up and walked up to a cabinet, her neon heels clacking against the tiles. Her curves were in the right places, and I tried hard not to drool at the sight of them.
I just didn't know why but I felt some kind of connection with her that I just couldn't explain. My wolf which had been inactive for some weeks now was now alert as if sensing that its mate is near.
This is so unusual.
“So, Mr Jacques, you expressed your desire to see my collections earlier, didn't you?” Raquel said to Jacques, and he nodded in response.
All through the time we chatted, I realized she wasn't directing her gaze towards me. She acted as if Jacques was the only one with her at the moment. It made me feel a little dejected but I'm determined to do all I can to get her attention.
As we strolled down a large corridor, Jacques got engrossed as he scrutinized some of her latest designs and tools.
Raquel, who trailed behind Jacques, tripped after hitting a huge vase and I swiftly turned in her direction to grab her.
She stared at me with wide eyes as our faces were an inch apart. I held her waist, my eyes hovering her features like I could get lost in them.
Shifting her gaze from her eyes to her cherry lips, I felt an unexplainable urge to kiss her and even claim her as my mate.
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