CHAPTER THREE
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She was going to meet her client on the top floor, she entered the elevator, and as soon as the lift reached the top floor she hurried through the door. In a hurry, she could not see the person coming from the front and collided with him because of which she fell into the ground and his cellphone also fell.
But being a very good girl she apologized. "Sorry, I wasn't looking"
He bent over to help her or that's what she thought that time. Instead of helping her, he picked up his phone and dusting off his expensive suit he said: "You should be."
That arrogant son of b***h, the nerve of this gentleman.
She was seeing red in front of her.
"Excuse me," She asked angrily.
When he turns around... she clashed with most beautiful milk chocolate brown mesmerizing eyes behind thick glass. He has blonde straight hair perfectly styled, and his lips perfect pink. Perfect jawline was clenching. She can see his ripped and hard muscles in that Armani suit... The top two buttons of the white shirt were undone giving her a glimpse of the hard sand-colored chest.
"Yes, you are excused." And with that, he turned around and without giving her another glance, he entered the lift. She was left shocked in the ground. Then after a while, she realized what actually happened.
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He was still handsome, he looks manlier than the last time she had seen him. His milk chocolate brown mesmerizing eyes were so cold. With direct eye contact, she flinched a little due to the amount of coldness. His unruled blonde straight hair looks like he has run his finger many times, and his perfect pink lip. His perfect jawline was decorated with a nicely trimmed beard. Sam always loved a white shirt on Jasper. She didn't miss her favorite cufflink on his shirt, it was the same cufflink which she gifted him. Her words were stuck in her throat. The familiar cologne was clouding her mind. Then their staring competition was interrupted by Neil, when he rushed to her and was checking Sam for any injury, he was repeatedly asking her if she was ok. It was an innocent and genuine act from Neil but Jasper was definitely not liking it.
The woman he was searching everywhere in the past four years, was in front of him, she looked more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. There was a frown between her hypnotizing ocean blue eyes, her dark chocolate brown hair was neatly tied in a messy bun, some loose strands were kissing her rosy cheeks and those perfect kissable lip painted in red lipstick. White was always her favorite color and those heels. Samantha hated wearing high heels. She looked very familiar but so different. He was going to say something when suddenly a man came out from nowhere and asked her if she was ok! WHAT??? I will never hurt My Sam! Seriously Jasper your Sam??? She is not your Sam, she is the money-hungry, gold digger, and lier Sam. Who broke your trust and without saying anything who left you, four years ago. But what is she doing here??? Who is this man beside her? Her new ATM??? He scoffed thinking.
Sam was continuously nodding her head for all the questions Neil was asking. She was confused, furious, angry, and a little bit happy. She never thought even in her dreams that she would meet Jasper today and here???
Both were lost in their thoughts they didn't realize Mr. Walton had left his seat.
" Oh Sam, here is The famous lawyer about which you were continuously complaining, Mr. Jasper Alexander Steve. He is quite a busy man. We all can manage to start the meeting a little bit late. It's not like thirty minutes late meeting is the end of the world. " Mr. Walton said. He was showing off, that he has one of the most famous and successful lawyers in the world. He was indirectly suggesting her to back off. Sam was a little nervous, her opposition Lawyer was her Ex-husband as well as she knew Jasper was brilliant and best in his job.
After so many efforts she finally got an appointment with the famous Mr. Steve. The meeting was in a typical high class, the most expensive hotel The Sapphire. She was with a client when a lady called her informing " Mr. Steve is free for only one hour at noon you can meet him in The sapphire hotel, just tell them your name they will take you to him." She was informed one hour before the actual meeting.
After so many excuses and without getting fired she reached The Sapphire as soon as possible. In a hurry, she escaped her lunch. The security procedures of the high-class hotel were so detailed and time-consuming. She was tired from her work shift, hungry, and after stupid lengthy security checking very pissed off. On the way, she got many stares, disapproving looks, she gives herself a final check in the elevator mirror, she looked fine. When she finally reached, the meeting area there he was behind the glass wall engrossed in his cell phone, a frown was rested between his eyes. Sam knew he was the same as****le, who met her that day. It was very shocking for Sam when one morning she saw a picture of THAT liftman on the front page of the newspaper. She thought even though he was an arrogant jerk and as***le but he looked more handsome in reality.
She was admiring his beauty from the outside of the glass when he stood up from his seat and stroll towards her. He raked his eyes over her body giving a disapproving look and announced " A person who doesn't earn money from hard work does not know the value of time. I don't know about you but my time is precious and valuable. You are ten minutes late miss...? Do you even know the price for my ten minutes? I will definitely not waste my time for latecomers and especially on people like you." The last sentence was like he was talking to some dirt or trash. Then without giving her another glace he entered the lift. AGAIN!!!
Later she found, That was Jasper who tipped security for that unnecessary procedures that day.
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She knew Jasper was a cunning, clever, and dangerous man. Nobody can win from him.
" Shall we start our meeting Samantha." Mr. Walton asked gesturing towards chairs.
Sam was rooted in her place with armed crossed and lifting an eyebrow, she replied.
" I am sorry Mr. Walton but I am a person who earns money from her hard work. I know the value of time. I don't know about Mr. Steve but my time is precious and valuable. As you said he is quite famous and we all know he is one of the best lawyers but it was very unprofessional of him. I may not be a very famous or busier person but in my opinion famous or not, rich or poor, the time of all peoples matters. Make sure to contact my secretary for the next meeting Mr. Walton. I think we should take our leave, thank you all for your precious time" With that she left that meeting room, without giving a single glance to HIM.
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