WHEN LOVE LASTS

Chapter 4: Meeting Him

'MERCY'

From the moment Clo mentioned the opportunity to work for Bruno Volemont, Mercy felt a surge of excitement mixed with trepidation. Bruno was a name synonymous with wealth and controversy in Y City, a man constantly in the tabloids for his lavish lifestyle, wild parties, and an infamous reputation for cycling through women as if they were mere accessories. He believed all women were gold diggers, allowing them to dig until he was done before discarding them like yesterday’s news. And now, this man was going to be Mercy’s boss for the next three weeks while she stayed on his cruise.

For three years, Mercy had worked diligently at MQ Fashions as an assistant designer, pouring her heart into major projects and learning the ropes of the fashion industry. When this unexpected opportunity arose, she decided to take a three-week leave, claiming it was for a family emergency. Surprisingly, her boss agreed, particularly since they were approaching the holiday season and she had just completed a successful project. It was the perfect time to step away, although Mercy knew she’d be working hard for Volemont.

Working for Mr. Volemont could be a fantastic opportunity for her career, but it also served as a distraction from the emotional turmoil she felt after witnessing Isaac and Samantha together. The image of Samantha on top of Isaac was still vivid in her mind, a painful reminder that she couldn’t shake off.

As she prepared for her first day, Mercy stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection in the fitted pencil skirt that accentuated her hips and small waist, paired with a crisp white blouse and killer stilettos. “How do I look, friend?” she asked, walking into the dining room to show Clo her new outfit.

“You look amazing, baby girl! Go smash it!” Clo beamed, her support wrapping around Mercy like a warm hug. Clo’s enthusiasm always lifted her spirits, and Mercy felt a rush of confidence.

After glancing at herself in the mirror for the third time, she decided it was time to leave. “Go girl, go girl!” Clo cheered, doing her signature silly dance in the doorway. Mercy couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head at Clo’s antics before stepping out into the world.

Driving to Mr. Volemont's penthouse, Mercy’s mind raced with thoughts of how the day would unfold. She prepared herself to stand firm against his notorious charm, determined not to be just another one of his playthings.

Upon arriving at the grand penthouse, she marveled at its opulence. It was enormous and exuded wealth in every corner. Approaching the reception desk, she introduced herself. “Good morning, my name is Mercy. I’m here to see Mr. Volemont.”

The receptionist’s smile vanished as soon as she mentioned his name. “Do you have any business with him?” The woman’s tone dripped with disdain.

“Yes, I’m his new stylist,” Mercy replied, her voice steady.

“Oh, Mercy, his new toy. By the way, he also—” the receptionist laughed mockingly, but Mercy chose to ignore the comment, determined not to let negativity ruin her day.

“Can I get access, please?” she asked, maintaining her composure. The receptionist begrudgingly handed her a visitor's card, granting her access to the inner sanctum of Mr. Volemont's world.

As she rode the elevator, Mercy brushed off the receptionist's attitude, choosing to focus on the task at hand. When she arrived at his door and rang the bell, she was taken aback when Mr. Volemont opened it. The man standing before her was strikingly handsome, far more impressive in person than in any photograph. His casual clothes somehow radiated luxury, and his tall, sculpted frame made her heart race. He had the kind of jawline and smile that made him look like a living Greek god.

“Wake up, Mercy. Remember why you’re here,” she reminded herself, shaking off the momentary daze.

As they discussed the new project, Mercy kept the conversation strictly professional, determined to avoid any misunderstandings. Despite his undeniable attractiveness, she promised herself that she was not looking for love—not with him, not ever.

“Okay, Mercy, I understand you feel I need a little transformation, though I believe I’m fine. I’ll give you a chance,” he said, a smirk crossing his lips.

“I did my homework very well, Mr. Volemont. I will not disappoint you,” she replied, emphasizing her commitment.

“It’s Bruno, please.”

“I would love to keep it professional,” she insisted, trying to maintain her boundaries.

“You're stubborn, I see,” he said with a smile that made her heart flutter against her will.

After their meeting, Mercy took a deep breath, straightened her skirt, and prepared to leave. Just as she reached the door, he called out to her, “Mercy, don’t forget to pack some bikinis. We’ll have a pool party on the yacht.”

Annoyance flared within her. “No need, sir. I don’t think that would be necessary. I’ll be going shopping tomorrow for your clothes, don’t forget, sir.”

“09:30 a.m. I will remember,” he replied, amusement evident in his voice.

With that, she walked out of his penthouse without looking back, her heart racing and her mind filled with questions. Would she fall for him like the other girls, or would she remain strong? Only time would tell. Mercy was determined to stay focused on her work, to prove herself as a designer and resist the temptation that lay ahead. The next three weeks would be a test of her will—and perhaps the beginning of something she never expected.