He was already halfway to their meeting when he got a call from his assistant manager. He called for his personal driver so he wouldn't be too tired driving back and forth. He also needs to review more of the files before the meeting to ensure he hasn't neglected anything essential or crucial about their deals."Yes, Jenny?" Denny clipped the phone between his head and shoulder as his hands were busy holding the files when he answered the call."Boss, the airline's representative had an accident on the way to the meeting," Jenny did not beat around the bush. She knew her boss well enough not to dally."They have agreed to accept our proposals even with the formality of the meeting or having it done a little later," Jenny continued."It must be due to the cancellation of meetings for the second time," Denny replied, smirking victoriously."I believe so, boss," Jenny agreed. "They must have also seen the deal wasn't anything they could easily turn down as no one would have ever thought
Denny arrived back earlier than they expected. But since Denny had already organized his schedules to have his afternoon empty due to that canceled meeting with the airline representatives, he had nothing much to do. He asked Carl to take him to a shopping mall. He wanted to look around for what he could buy for Trisha.Yeah, Trisha again! He realized he could not win over his crazy self, for now, so he might as well indulge.Denny is a free-spirited person. He welcomes every possibility in life. A chance to grow, to learn, and charge them all to experience. So far, he can claim that he has learned a lot from every mistake and failure. They are what makes and molds him to be who and what he is now. Whatever is happening today will show its results tomorrow. And tomorrow never ends. If not sooner, it would be later. Right now, he just has to enjoy the moment.He walked into a shop for cosmetics. He noticed Trisha doesn't apply much of those that would enhance her beauty. How could he t
"Anything would do, but if you have bottled water, that would be perfect," Denny answered as he let his sight roam around."Right away, sir." The employee left and was back instantly with a bottle of water and a few brochures.Denny had a drink before he checked on the pictures with different designs. He was having difficulty choosing how nice all the designs were, page after another. The employee noticed Denny's dilemma, so he boldly asked for his opinion to be heard. He could tell the client could not choose which one is the best as they seem to have their own charms and uniqueness."If only I could have an idea of what she looks like, I might be able to help you choose which design would look best for her." He smiled timidly. The salesman was also aware that the man in front of him was not someone to mess with, judging by his respectable countenance. He was wearing a three-piece suit with a color that magnified his aristocratic features. He can bet his head off that his client is s
Sandra, on the other hand, was actually doing her yoga when Denny called. But when she saw the caller ID on her watch phone, she did not hesitate to answer. With Daisy's thrawn behavior, Sandra cannot displease this SVIP anymore. With her in yoga clothes, she did not care and quickly went down to her office. The club was closed yet, but the cleaners, stock deliverers, and other employees whose jobs are to prepare the place for their daily operations were around under the watch of a supervisor were already present. Sandra knew and heard some of them give a cat whistle, but she did not care. She marched her way down the hall to her office and quickly sent the file Denny Vero was asking for. Then went back to her place to proceed with her yoga."Here," Denny handed his phone to Sam to show Trisha's photo.Sam was amazed at the beauty he was looking at from a mere photo. He could tell she would be more beautiful in person. He gazed at Trisha's body with pure awe yet with no sensual intere
Denny did as Sam said. He checked the receipt and saw he paid almost ten grand for all six items. Yet, the customer did not mind. Denny saw how exquisitely they were designed, and he also checked the fabrics. They were of good quality and closely comparable to a famous brand. However, he was aware that since this designer still has no name, his items cannot compare to their price lists.Sam was nervous. He did not add the prices even though he thought this man was wealthy enough to afford them, but he was still anxious that the client would disapprove of the costs."I guess we're good," Denny left the receipt on the counter and picked up the paper bag after securing his wallet back into his pocket.Sam courteously walked Denny to the door before he bowed his body almost ninety degrees down in utmost gratitude and gratefulness. As a small-time designer and beginner in this industry, he is thrilled to serve a customer like Mister Denny Vero. He was smiling from ear to ear the whole time
Sandra did not know about Mister Vero not coming over tonight. Although she does not expect him to be present every night, Sandra noticed he had been around every night ever since he met Trisha. And with how possessive the SVIP seemed to be with his service girl, the Manager was not prepared to hear the news from Trisha. She was now worried other clients would ask Trisha to serve them extra service. So Sandra had to warn Trisha never to leave her post without a direct order from her, the Manager.Trisha did as told. She went to the receptionist's desk and found Rebecca with her assistant, Gilda. Trisha greeted the two with a meek smile."Hi Rebecca, Hi Gilda!""Hey, Trish!" Rebecca greeted the new service girl with a big smile. She wanted to ask the girl what happened to her last night, so she was chirpy to see Trisha."Manager Valk told me to stay here and help you guys since Mister Vero is not coming tonight," Trisha smiled widely back. undoubtingly unaware of why Rebecca was being
They are on good terms with Sandra, so they can freely throw jokes once in a while, and the manager won't mind.Before the clock struck six, the guests started to arrive. Trisha greeted every customer just like Gilda and Rebecca would do. She stayed in her post while Rebecca and Gilda ushered the guests to their booths, one after another, and sometimes, both the receptionists would be gone to assist the clients, and Trisha would be left behind.Around half-past seven in the evening, Zeth Newton came along with his friends. They were asking Trisha to lead the way to their booth. Trisha was the only one at the front desk and was having a hard time how to deal with her situation. The manager clearly told her never to leave her spot without her verbal and direct orders."For a while, sir," Trisha smiled sweetly as her nervousness faintly showed."Take your time, baby," Eric, one of Zeth's friends, answered teasingly as he bumped his shoulder. Eric noticed Zeth would not take his eyes off
Rebecca was from a booth where Matt and Trisha were about to pass by while Zeth and the others already did. Looking at the last pair, Rebecca could tell Trisha was horrified by her situation but helpless. She winked and replaced Trisha in Matt's arms by gently holding Matt by the hand and lifting it to wound around her shoulders instead of Trisha's."This girl is under surveillance by the manager," Rebecca playfully whispered in Matt's ear close to her. "She caused a penile fracture on one of the SVIPs," she made herself sound like Trisha is someone Matt and his friends should not ask for extra service.Matt stopped, shocked. He gazed at the girl he was holding, fazed, and let her slip off from his arms.Trisha quickly ran back to the receptionist's desk. Before she arrived at her post, leaned on the wall right after a turn in the corner, knowing she was able to escape a very chaotic predicament, she felt weak and slid down to sit in a squat position. She covered her face with both ha