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With one hand casually tucked in his pocket, Frank walked majestically with a deep frown on his face to the table where a young woman was waiting for him. A week had passed since his mother's call, informing him that she had set him up with another potential match, another friend's daughter.
He was growing tired of these arranged meetings, but he couldn't bring himself to disappoint his mother, who knew exactly how to get him to comply. To ensure their meeting remained private, Frank had booked the entire restaurant, effectively keeping paparazzi at bay.
When he neared the table, the woman stood up, a bright smile on her face, and Frank's eyes assessed her appearance. She is a beauty, no doubt. She wore a red dress and let her blonde hair fall on her shoulders. She had a light makeup on with red lipstick.
The woman's smile faltered for a moment when he stood in front of her, and her eyes widened slightly as she took in Frank's imposing figure. He was even more handsome than the photos his mother had shown her. He wore a black suit and matching pants with dark shades. He gave off an air of detachment. Something about him that made her feel a little unsettled.
"Hello," Frank said, his voice deep and detached, as he extended his hand.
The woman's handshake was firm, and her smile returned, brighter than before. "It's lovely to finally meet you," she said, her voice warm and friendly.
Frank nodded, his expression courteous, but his eyes betrayed a hint of boredom. He gestured for her to sit down, and as she did, he took his seat across from her, his eyes scanning the menu that the waiter had discreetly placed in front of him.
"I'm Emily." She introduced with a smile.
"I guess you know my name already?" Frank asked, his tone lacked warmth.
Emily blushed and nodded. "Your mother told me." She added with a smile.
Frank wondered how he could casually continue the conversation without sounding rude or dismissive. So many ideas flocked his mind until he settled on....
"So, tell me about yourself," He said. His tone was neutral as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the woman's face.
Emily launched into a enthusiastic monologue about her job, her hobbies, and her interests, but Frank's attention began to wander, his mind drifting back to the encounter he had with the strange lady a week ago. The lady who he had surprisingly found on his floor. The lady who demanded that he apologise. For some weird reason, he couldn't shake off the image of her feisty nature from his head. Who was she? And why couldn't he get her out of his head?
He remembered how she had casually asked him to apologise. That gesture alone amazed him. He guessed she didn't know who he was. Who was she? And what department was she working from?
"Are you here?" He heard the voice of the woman in front of him, calling out to him. She had a worried and concerned look on her face.
Frank's face twisted in disgust. He was used to having ladies look at him with so much care and concern. For heaven's sake, he was tired of those cheap expressions the ladies were trying to give him. He wanted something different. Something different like the look the mysterious lady gave him.
"I apologise," He apologised, nevertheless. He was only doing this because of his mother. "I was lost. What were you saying?"
Emily smiled. "Well, it seems I am boring you."
Frank's expression remained impassive. And he didn't give a comment.
"So tell me," Emily said with a smile before she reached for her glass of wine.
Frank raised a questioning eyebrow at her. "About?" He asked.
"Yourself. Something only you would know and will comfortably share." She smiled, her voice soft and inquiring.
"There is nothing special about me." He dismissed.
"I...." she was about to say something when her eyes suddenly caught Ian moving closer to Frank.
When he stood next to him, he whispered something in his ear, and Frank sat up with his face expressionless. Emily watched them until Ian relayed the message he had to Frank and walked away.
Still staring at him, Emily asked. "Is there a problem?"
Frank rose up from his seat slowly, glad that he didn't have to spend any more time with the lady sitted in front of him. "I have important work to attend to." He said formally with a devoid tone.
Emily's face fell. "Oh..." she said.
"Bills on the Williams Group. Enjoy." He said and turned to walk towards the door where Ian and a few other guards were stationed.
When he got to the door, Ian spoke up in whispers. "I wish I could control the situation, Mr. CEO." He said, his voice laced with urgency.
John, Frank's assistant, had just informed Ian that Eden had shown up at the company, insisting on speaking with Frank. Given the recent announcement of his new product, Frank knew that Eden would likely emerge from his low profile to make a move. He just didn't expect him to make a move so quickly.
"It's beyond you, Ian." Frank said seriously as he walked out of the restaurant and towards the car. The guards dressed in black suits with dark shades kept walking around Ian and Frank while some rushed to stand beside the car. "How bad is the situation?" He asked seriously.
Ian scrolled on the iPad in his head with a serious expression. "Not too bad, sir. Just that a few reporters are stationed outside the company. They must have heard about his visit. We will have to take the underground lot."
The door of the car was opened by one of the guards in suit, and Frank got in. Ian quickly turned around and got in the back seat with Frank. The car quickly gained speed, smoothly gliding through the streets of Lagos.
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