The conference hall was alive with activity, a pulsating rhythm of voices and laughter that reverberated off the high ceilings. Neon lights flickered in patterns, casting an ever-changing glow across the polished marble floors. As I stood near the edge of the crowd, I felt like a spectator in a world where I didn't quite fit in. The attendees were a sea of expensive suits and elegant evening gowns, a parade of wealth and status.
Adrian Langston was at the center of it all, like a king holding court. He moved through the crowd with ease, his tailored navy suit hugging his broad shoulders and tapering to a perfect fit at the waist. His crisp white shirt was open at the collar, hinting at a more relaxed side beneath the corporate exterior. A simple gold watch peeked from under his cuff, and his dark hair was styled with just the right amount of tousled charm. He exuded confidence, the kind that could only come from being at the top of the corporate ladder.
I, on the other hand, felt out of place. My black dress was elegant but understated, and my shoes—while stylish—weren't the towering heels that seemed to be the norm here. I had opted for comfort over height, not expecting to be mingling with the likes of Adrian Langston. My hair, still loose from earlier, felt less polished in this setting, and I couldn't help but feel like I was underdressed for the occasion.
I moved through the hall, trying to blend in with the crowd, but it was hard to ignore the way people glanced at me as I passed. Some with curiosity, others with judgment. I was a freelancer, not part of the corporate elite, and it showed. I clutched my portfolio tighter, as if it could shield me from the stares.
As I made my way toward the exit, I saw Adrian's entourage spread out around him, a protective barrier between him and the rest of us. His security team was discreet but noticeable, their earpieces glinting in the dim light. His assistants were dressed in sleek business attire, moving with the practiced efficiency of people who had done this a hundred times before.
Just as I was about to step outside for some fresh air, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned, startled, and came face to face with one of Adrian's assistants. He was a tall man with a shaved head and a serious expression, his suit impeccably tailored.
"Mr. Langston would like to speak with you," he said, his voice polite but firm. It wasn't a request—it was a directive.
I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing. What could Adrian possibly want with me? We'd had a brief exchange earlier, but it hadn't seemed like anything more than a polite conversation. I glanced around, hoping to see someone I knew, but the crowd was dense, and everyone seemed to be in their own world.
"Okay," I said, my voice steady, though my heart was pounding. I followed the assistant back through the crowd, feeling the weight of curious eyes on me as I passed. It was like being pulled into the orbit of a star, the gravity too strong to resist.
Adrian was waiting near a private section of the hall, a quieter area with plush chairs and low tables. He stood with an air of casual authority, his eyes scanning the crowd as if he were taking stock of everything and everyone. When he saw me, he smiled—a slow, deliberate smile that made my stomach do a nervous flip.
"Bella," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "I'm glad you could join us."
I nodded, trying to keep my composure. "Your assistant said you wanted to talk," I replied, my tone measured.
Adrian gestured to a nearby seat. "Please, sit. I thought we could have a quick chat. It seems we got off on the wrong foot earlier."
I hesitated for a moment, then took the seat. The chair was surprisingly comfortable, its soft cushions a stark contrast to the tension building in my chest. Adrian sat across from me, his posture relaxed, one ankle resting on the opposite knee. He looked completely at ease, as if he were having coffee with an old friend, not pulling a total stranger into a private conversation at a high-profile event.
"I apologize for barging into your meeting earlier," he said, his eyes locking onto mine. "It was a miscommunication on our end. I hope it didn't cause you too much trouble."
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "No harm done," I replied, though I still felt like I'd been dropped into the deep end of a pool without a life jacket.
Adrian nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "Good. I'm glad to hear that. So, Bella, tell me—what brings you to the conference tonight?"
The question was simple enough, but coming from Adrian Langston, it felt loaded with hidden meaning. I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm. I was just a freelance graphic designer, after all. What could he possibly want from me?
“I couldn't help but notice you earlier—you seemed a little out of place among all these suits." Adrian added. I couldn't help but laugh, though it was more of a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, I guess I don't really fit the mold," I said, glancing around at the impeccably dressed crowd. "I'm just a freelancer, not part of the corporate world.""Freelancer, huh?" Adrian said, leaning back slightly. "What kind of work do you do?""Graphic design," I replied, gesturing to my portfolio. "I was supposed to meet a client here tonight, but it looks like that plan fell through."Adrian's eyes flicked to my portfolio, then back to me. "Would you mind if I took a look?" he asked, his tone genuinely interested.I hesitated for a moment. Showing my work to Adrian Langston felt like stepping into a different realm, a place where the stakes were much higher. But something in his gaze told me he was curious, and I had a feeling it wasn't just polite small talk."Sure," I said, opening my portfolio and fli
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