We were ushered deep into the business building, and then into the elevator that led us to the middle floor. There, we met some good-looking guys in suits of different colors. Some wore dark blue, some black, some whites, some dark green, and some maroon.
Lest I forget, they weren't alone. They were with their women. And when I say women, I mean their wives and... or girlfriends. The smiles on their faces was broad, they had glasses of drinks in their hands and were chitchatting and giggling every now and then.
Frank walked us to one of the groups and exchanged pleasantries with them. He didn't introduce himself as Frank Walter or young Mr Walter, he just said Mr Frank. And it was obvious they didn't care to know more about him as they quickly rushed to ask if I was his girl or something.
He smiled and nodded his head positively before saying, "She's my queen" – Queen? Like seriously? Now here he was, telling people I was his queen.
What if they later find out we were just friends, mere friends if I may add... the fact that we met not long ago. Besides, I was just a worker in his dad's company, I haven't even been approved to work at the company by his family yet. Turning me into his queen overnight wouldn't just work, at least he should wait until his parents welcomed me with an open arm.
They humbly greeted me even though I was young, I mean the youngest among all the women around. The rest, to my scrutiny looked like they were in their late 20s to 40s. As for the men, well Frank also appeared to be the youngest. There were old my there even, although middle aged men had the highest population. Are we really supposed to be in there? I thought to myself while trying to compose myself. I didn't want to look awkward or be seen as a peasant.
While Frank continued chit-chatting with them, a waiter came with drinks for us. Frank took one, and I also did the same. Reluctantly though, as I was scared of taking drinks I didn't know about. Frank sipped his and kept conversing while I glanced at mine with fear constraining me. What if it was an alcohol? It did looked like an alcohol with the red color.
"Are you not going to take your wine?" Someone whispered into one of my ears, and when I turned to look at the person I found out it was a middle aged woman. She wasn't from our group but probably came to get to know us.
"Oh! Yes, I mean..." I gently left Frank's side and took few steps to the wall with the woman, she was leading the way, "I had this chest pain that showed no sign of going until the doctors discovered it was ulcer and warned me to avoid taking wines or any intoxicating substance.
They also warned me about taking hard substances, that includes solid food" I added. I didn't know how the whole thing came into my mind but I guess that was the best thing to say and she would believe me. Actually, telling her I don't used to take alcohol might not be a good idea considering the fact the whole people there were into the habit of consuming it.b
"Oh, I see" the woman collected the drink from and sipped it, "I also have ulcer. In fact, I've been battling with it for years. But also, I take wine. In fact, I can't go a day without consuming alcohol. And here I am, sound and healthy" she crooked a smile on her face as if to tell me she didn't believe in what I said, by the way it wasn't as if I was a good liar.
"Well, we all have different anatomy. Even though I didn't study science in school, I know how body works differently. Besides, you look more stronger than I am" I beamed at her.
"Of course I do," she surprisingly said. I didn't actually expect that from her. "and one of the things that makes me stronger is the wine. It has this special assembly of ingredients that makes it special and unique from the rest of the drinks. I mean, non-alcoholic drinks"
"Oh, nice. Maybe one day I will consider making it a hobby but for now, I am more concerned about my health" I said trying not to sound rude to her and also not to look like a peasant. If she knew I was from a poor background, she would definitely make a fuss about it. Something I really didn't want to see happening. In fact, I didn't want anybody there to know who I was.
"Sure, you should be" she sipped her glass of wine again. "So tell me, who are you abd where did you come from? Are you from around here or you came from somewhere?"
"I... I am not from here" I lied, of course Vincity was my hometown but I didn't want to blow my cover hence I had to lie. "I came from the Mainland, how about you? Are you from around here?" I wrinkled a brow at her.
"Yes, and trust me you look familiar. I just don't know where I knew you, but I am pretty sure I've seen this face before. The eyes, nose, the way you talk..." she said as someone, a young lady who I presumed was her secretary came and whispered into one of her ears something I didn't get to hear. "Awwwn, really? Well that's interesting. Please tell him I am in an important meeting but I would be back soon" she ordered the young lady, "And don't forget to tell him our former deal still stands as long as he's willing to take the risks involve"
"Okay, mam!" The young lady said and left.
Thus, the middle aged woman glanced at me with a suspicious smile and said, "Where did we even stop?" she sipped her wine with her eyes fixed at me.
