Chapter 9 From the sharp, grey suit the man in front of me was wearing to his hair set perfectly with heat and gel till the last strand, he screamed money. And not to forget the smile on his lips,, so conceited, so wicked.
I didnât want to talk to him, but it seemed like he could be here ir Gabriel.
1 offered him a little smile, only what looked polite. âCan I help you?
âOnly you can help me.â His lopsided smile did not sit right with me.
âExcuse me?â
âYou are one of the housemaids, yes?â He raised an eyebrow.
My lips parted slightly. I knew I didnât look my best in the oversized sweats I was wearing, but I did not look shabby. Heck, all the housemaids here were wearing a uniform. Could he see me in that uniform?
âIâm actually Gabrielâs wife.â
âAh. He clicked his tongue. âApologies. He didnât look sorry. He wasnât apologising. He knew exactly what he was doing. when he called me a housemaid, and he knew what he was doing when he stepped ahead, and much to my discomfort, forwarded his hand.
Not seeing any way to get out of it, I hesitantly shook it and took it back the moment I could.
He looked at me in a way that made me squirm under his gaze, shivers all the way down to his spine. Pulling a lopsided smile to his lips, he said, âYouâre really gorgeou orgeous.
âIs that why you thought I was a housemaid?â
The smile turned to a laughter. âHave I offended you, sweetheart?â
âItâs Sofia.â I replied dryly, crossing my hands in front of my chest. âAre you here for Gabriel?â
âI was, but now that I have finally met you, I must tell you what a number you have done on your husband. That man has never looked in as much hurry to leave for home as he was in last night, and I can see whyâ His sight shamelessly moved from my face all the way down to my feet. I was completely covered in oversized sweatshirts, but he made me want to co up even more.
I still stayed my ground, my expressions poker. âIâll call Gabriel and let him know youâre here.â Saying as much, I turned grab my phone but froze half way when I felt a hand grabbing my wrist, stopping me.
Arthurâs hand.
âExcuse me?â 1 scowled, turning back to face him, immediately pulling my hand away. The smile I was holding to be polite was long gone and the fact that the man was still standing there looking smug irked me.
He could be an important person to Gabriel, I reminded myself. He could be an important person to Gabriel. He could be an important person to Gabriel. He could be-1 âChillâ He raised both his hands up, âI donât bite.â
âPlease do not touch me again!
âWhatever you want, sweetheart.â He only smirked, âI just came to leave this s file for your husbandâ He raised a file that was in his other hand, one I hadnât even noticed till now and placed it on the table.
1/3 Chapter 9 I crossed my hands in front of my chest, the scowl still on my face.
Tll see you at the charity gala, I hope?â
I didnât reply.
He didnât look like he was expecting one, because with the same st*pid smirk on his lips, he turned on his heels and left.
I watched as he walked out before letting go of my scowl and shaking my head. Who was he to come into my house and hold my hand?
That was so inappropriate.
I turned to go back inside, and saw nobody. Luna was supposed to be behind me, at least she was when Arthur had come, and now she was nowhere. Weird, but I didnât think much of it.
I didnât even feel like painting anymore.
I just shook my head, and returned to my room.
GABRIEL âSir.â Peter whispered to me from behind, annoyingly for the third time in the same minute.
Other times I had just dismissed him, but this time I turned behind to glare at him.
He shut up.
With that, I turned my attention back to my meeting, one I had been preparing for three months now. We were planning to expand our brand ahead in eight different countries in Europe, and the budgeting had been a task so far.
âI think England is a far more approachable option in Jason stopped talking and cleared his throat, his eyes set behind me. âMr.
Whitlock, your assistant looks very uncomfortable.
Cursing under my breath, I turned back to Peter, who looked more timid than ever. âWhat is it, Peter?â
âSir, we need to talk. He barely murmured, his voice almost nonexistent.
âAnd it canât wait till this meeting gets over?â
Even as pale as he got, he shook his head.
I groaned. âMr. Williams, please excuse us for a moment?â
He nodded and I grabbed Peter by his arm, dragging him outside. âPeter, Jason Williams is here as a special favour to my grandfather and I swear to God, if this isnât important, I will fire you.â
Peter gulped. âSir, you know that file you had asked Mr. Geller to drop?â
âIf this is about the fact that he hasnât dropped the file yet, I will fire you first and then I will make sure you donât get a job anywhere else.â
âHe did drop the file, Sir.â
âThen why do you look like your grandmother died?â
âMy grandmother is already dead, Sir.â
Chapter 9 th âPeter.â I warned. I didnât have a lot of patience, and sometimes people tested every end of it.
âSorry.â He gulped, âYou had asked Mr. Geller to call before he drops in the file and he called and you were busy so I told him he could drop the file and leave.â
I tapped my shoes to the marble floor. âSo what is the issue?â
âHe dropped the file at your house.â
My eyes narrowed. âAnd?â
âAnd... Peterâs voice was barely audible, âAnd he m-met Mrs. Whitlock. And-And- And I believe he made her uncomfortable.â
I took in a sharp breath, growling, âHe made her uncomfortable how?â
âI- I donât know, Sir. Luna- Luna- She said there was touching involved. I- I donât know.â
âHe touched her?â
âI-I donât know.â
Then know! I pay you to know.â I almost shouted, voice way louder than I intended. I was contemplating firing Peter on the spot, but at least he was better than the last three puck bunnies had hired who seemed more interested in eye fâcking me than doing their godda*n job. âYou need to go inside and apologise the f*ck to Jason Williams, tell him I am having a family emergency and get another appointment with him because if he leaves from here disappointed, I will fire you. Clear?â
Peter nodded. âW- Where are you going. Sir?â
I looked at him like he was st*pid. âHome, Peter. Iâm going home.â
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