Any woman in her position would feel the exact same thing.
She was the home wrecker, and she could feel the names and labels that others were bestowing on her, Although they didnât show it, they must have looked down at her. she really wanted to get out of this suffocating situation, especially in front of a professional she admired.
Mr. Kennedy looked at her before saying, âItâs Ella, right? Sure. Since Weston asked me, I wonât question anything. Come here.â
Stella hadnât processed it yet and subconsciously glanced at Weston.
He was standing next to her, helping her arrange her clothes. âFollow him. Donât worry about the rest.â
As though knowing her concerns, he lowered his head and whispered next to her ears, âNo one will say a word here. Donât worry. Go and pick a piano.â At that, she pursed her lips and followed him.
But she seemed a little hesitant, as if afraid of something.
The woman in the gown maintained her elegant posture throughout and murmured to Weston next to her, âMr. Kennedy may require some time to comprehend her. Mr. Ford, please join me for some tea.â
Weston followed her but after a few stepped, he stopped and said, âIâm sorry but I need to be with her.â
The woman was in a dilemma. âThis has never happened before. They wonât take a long. Mr. Kennedy just wants to know her better.â
Weston didnât say a word. Instead, his actions proved his attitude, as he walked in the direction Stella headed. The woman quickly followed him.
âMr. Ford!â
She had no other choice but to compromise. âWhen a customer is doing their assessment, outsiders arenât allowed in. I hope you can understand this and donât disturb Mr. Kennedy.â Although it seemed she was making excuses for Mr. Kennedy, she was in fact protecting him.
Art wasnât like business. Businessâ only concern was with interests and regulations, but art concerned imagination and personal sentiments. It was not inhibited by rules.
As Mr. Kennedyâs assistant, she needed to tell these things beforehand. If he was disturbed during the assessment, he might get mad, and when that happened, Weston would be upset as well. Hence, she couldnât afford to let anything happen to Mr. Kennedy and Musx Weston, on the other hand, didnât seem to care one bit. He followed her into a room and through a curtain, he could see Stella.
She was seated in front of Mr. Kennedy, looking very nervous. In private, Mr. Kennedy was considered a kind man.
The first thing he did was poured a cup of tea for her.
This gesture left Stella a little taken aback. âLet meâ¦â
âHow can I let you do it?â He cut her off immediately. âThis is a habit of mine. You donât have to drink it if you donât like it.â
Stella awkwardly froze before retracting her hand and muttered a thank you.
He didnât respond to her. Instead, he pointed to a piano in the corner and said, âGo there and play a song for me.â