Scandalous Contract.

CHAPTER .4

Mr Donald Klin sat at the end of the restaurant, in a dark brown bowler hat, a blue pair of jean trousers, and a white long-sleeve shirt.

Grace walked in from the entrance of the restaurant, trying to find where Mr. Donald was sitting, just as she stood gazing around the restaurant, her phone rang, she peeped into the phone. It was Mr. Donald's number,

"Look at the end," he instructed her.

She turned and sighted him in his signature style. As she walked towards him, she realized he looked quite young from the evening she met him at the nightclub.

"Good evening Mr Donald," Grace said as she approached him.

"How are you Grace, Good evening."

Grace smiled as she shook hands with him and sat down opposite him at the same table.

"Was it difficult finding this place?" Mr Donald asked as he dropped his cigar on the cigar ashtray coaster.

"No, it wasn't ", Grace replied as she admired his dress sense. She couldn't help but admire how well the bowler hat sat on Mr. Donald's head, his well-shaved white mustache and the way he buttoned his white shirt halfway revealed his hairy chest. She couldn't help but fall for him.

The waitress approached them to take orders. Grace demanded a wine and a garbage plate and Mr Donald ordered a peppered pig. Grace observed Mr. Donald's charismatic moves and his brown Fiori Di Lusso Chukka boots as he talked to the waitress about how he wanted his peppered pig meat.

"So tell me about yourself ", Mr Donald adjusted his bowler hat as he asked in his baritone voice.

"I do not have much to my name. I am a college graduate and a waitress," Grace revealed.

"That's nice. Well, you already know me. I am Donald and I want you to be my mistress because I like you," he said as he stared her in the face.

Grace bowed her head with a smile as she said" I really can't say anything for now, give me some time to think about it".

"Okay, if you say so".

As they began to eat, there was silence in the room, only the sounds of cutleries were heard.

Mr Donald interrupted the silence after they finished their meal.

"You know, the first day I saw you in the nightclub, I couldn't resist your grace and charm. You realize that you need me in your life, don't you? He sank into the chair and asked as he kept a straight face,

"Let me be the judge of that Sir".

As he picked up the phone, a call broke their talk.

"Hey, son."

"Hi, Dad,"

"How well did the meeting with our partners go?"

Everything went incredibly nicely. Our partners exceeded our expectations and were thrilled with the contracts we gave them." His son expressed excitement.

"Son, that's fantastic news. Hearing that they saved us makes me happy. Having trustworthy business relationships is crucial."

In response, his son said, "Yes, Dad. Their earnestness, commitment, and diligence were rewarded. It's proof of the solid bonds we've developed with them over time."

"I wholeheartedly concur. Communication and trust are essential to any partnership's success. Seeing the positive outcomes of our combined efforts is encouraging.

Of course, Dad. The commitment to excellence made by our partners speaks highly of our team. Their achievement is our success as much as ours through them."

"Well said, young man. It's times like this that highlight how important it is to build solid business partnerships. In order to ensure both parties' prosperity and progress, we must keep fostering these alliances." Mr. Donald urged

"I completely concur, Dad. Going forward, we ought to investigate methods for fortifying our alliances even further and look into joint opportunities." His son suggested.

"That's right, kid. To remain ahead of the competition, one must innovate and form alliances. Together, let's continue to push boundaries and set new records."

"Papa. I'm thrilled with the modifications.

"Papa. The upcoming adjustments have me thrilled. I'm convinced that if our partners stand behind us, we can overcome any obstacle and achieve unprecedented success."

With a glance at Grace, he replied, "That's the spirit, son." "Together, we make a formidable team." Let's keep utilizing our alliances, encouraging one another, and advancing our company with determination and foresight."

"Papa. I appreciate your trust and the wisdom you have shared with me. We can overcome whatever obstacles we face with your guidance and our solid alliances."

"Son, I completely believe in you. Your leadership and dedication have been truly remarkable. Let's continue collaborating, picking up knowledge from one another, and doing amazing things. "Later son," he said as he ended the call

"Sorry for the lengthy call, Grace, this is one thing I don't get tired of talking about. Business."

Grace smiled as she replied, "Yeah, I noticed Sir."

"I am Donald Grace… Look! Have you imagined doors that would open for you with me by your side? Or the financial benefits?"

"I truly do not want to be sarcastic, but let me decide whether I want this or not,"

"Suit yourself then. I will be waiting to hear from you Grace. Meanwhile, I will be in the nightclub tomorrow".

"That's fine. I beg to leave now, thank you for this treat," Grace said in appreciation.

"You are welcome. I will be expecting to hear from you soon."

"Okay. bye". Grace walked out of the restaurant while Mr Donald admired her in her short white gown and red heels.

"Pretty thing," he muttered

Grace, her heart pounding in her chest, entered the dimly lit nightclub, the thumping bass resounding through her body. As she made her way through the crowd, she caught sight of him—Mr. Donald, the mysterious VIP she had dined with just the night before. His piercing stare locked onto hers, a confident smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he strode towards her.

Their eyes met a charged silence surrounding them as the world seemed to fade away around them. Grace felt a rush of contradicting emotions—fear, intrigue, desire—all stirring within her as she tried to organize herself for what she feared would come.

Mr. Donald, oozing an aura of power and authority, closed the distance between them, his presence controlling the attention of those around them. With a subtle nod, he gave a sign for them to move to a quieter corner of the club, away from snooping eyes and eager ears.

Once they were secluded in a private nook, he turned to her, his gaze intense and relentless. "Well, Grace," he began, his voice husky, "what are your final words regarding my proposal for you to be my mistress?"