“Okay. Go get us some drinks.” he said immediately collecting the files from me.
“Uhm, sir, I will just call the waiter...” just as I was about completing my statement, he cut me short.
“I said go get us drinks!” his tone was slightly higher now. Mr. Smith was quite in awe with what was going on and I turned immediately to do as I was told.
“Oh my gosh, why is he doing this? I just wish I could pour his drink on his face.”I thought to myself as I went to the counter.
“Oh man, they didn't tell me what they want. I will have to return and ask again, what do I do?”I pondered. I immediately solve the issue by sending a waiter to their service and avoid them till their meeting had ended.
It wasn't long before the meeting ended, both standing and giving each other a handshake. Both going their separate ways, I rush to go meet Ian before he left the building door.
“Why weren't you at the meeting?” he asked just seeing me running towards him.
“I... I ha... I had to go to the restroom...” I replied with the first thought that flew through my mind.
“Really? You did?” he said with a belittling tone.
“Ye... Yes.” I replied avoiding those devilish eyes.
“Okay. Well, this meeting kind of made me hungry. You order some burger for me. There is a burger joint that I like not too far from here. Get me some burgers and soda.” he said extending a card towards me.
“Sir, I could order the burger for you once we get to the hotel, ...” I was about completing the statement when he cut me short once more.
“I said, go to the nearby burger joint and order me some burgers and soda.” he said in an emotionless tone.
I was getting really frustrated. He kept looking, then smirked and put his card in my hands.
“Use this card. I will be waiting.” he said.
I still stood there in shock,“How can you be so insensitive. Can't you see I am about to cry here?”I murmured.
He couldn’t hear what I said and headed for the car. I stood at the spot for few minutes as the chill London breeze swept bydrying my already dropping tears. I quickly clean the tear off my cheek and head for the burger joint.
It was a 15 minutes-walk to the burger joint thanks to the directions from nice locals. I had to wait 10 minutes before they started to take my boss's order. I board a taxi. It grabbed a taxi and took 4 minutes to arrive at the parking lot where Ian was waiting.
Hopping out, I waved the driver goodbye and headed for the car. There was Ian with his tablet inside the car. I knocked twice on the side window. He opened the window and gave me a look.
“What took you so long?” he asked with contempt.
I don't know how I was able to do it, but I managed not to raise my hand to hit him. “I am sorry, I had to find my way and wait for the order to...” he cut me short again as I tried to complete my sentence.
“Don't bother, I have lost my appetite anyways. You can have it.” he said as he signals me to hop in.
“ Mmmmm...Ok.” my voice cracking a bit. I find my way to the other seat, waited for him to open the door and finally hop in. I tried my best not to cry in my seat. I know he is enjoying this, as I could see him smirking from the side mirror.
“Why are you being so mean? Are you that heartless?”I kept pondering to myself.
The next day arrived. My life had been in constant agony from the beginning of this trip. This was not the trip I had envisioned and it’s worse than I could handle. I was literally at the very edge of breaking down at any moment if Ian kept going on this way.
Today is the big day where I present the project to his main business associates. We are to go to JC investments, the big leagues behind the London project and the main sponsor.
I decided to look chic and wore a black work dress , with some suede boot heels and silver bangles. I tied my hair into a ponytail and apply colorless lip gloss. Today must not go wrong no matter what Ian tries. I immediately rushed down to the hotel lobby to wait for the man who has been making life a living hell for the past few days.
There he is, Ian Maxwell, a dangerously good-looking man walking down those stairs.
His poise was regal, his jet-black hair well placed to look like it was being blown by the wind. His gorgeous green eyes keep scouting around the surroundings as if he was in search of something, in this case someone. He was wearing a grey suit this time. He really looked hot today, as he does always. I could tell he prepared for this event.
On the hour of the meeting, my toughness was finally tested. Just as I was about to present the project to these sponsors, he immediately cut in and asked me to leave to get something completely irrelevant.