"Well, then it is settled, Mr. De Valois. Thank you for sharing your time with me." I gladly said goodbye with a scarce smile while taking my shoulder bag up.
At last, after hours of having a monologue in front of this silent freak, I finally managed to get a foreign investor. However, it seemed quite new in business as his name isn't that popular, isn't it? But that doesn't concern me anymore, as long as he stays true to his words.
And I still need to meet another so I should hurry up. For I should also leave this unfathomable and super-duper cheap in words man as I even don't know if his eyes are naturally as teary as how I see it, but how is it so infusing? As if he has his own alluring world in there where what he always sees is somewhat saddening, which is making him so quiet? But why do I care anyway, I was able to sign a deal with him. And.... that's what matters!
"Sida." Was my understanding of his sudden probably one in a million murmur that stopped me from inwardly screaming?
I can't help but raise my eyebrow as I frankly don't know if he's still talking to me or perhaps he is but in a different language? Oh, maybe he's telling me to go away instantly? Perhaps, I didn't hear it right because I was so celebrating inside? But what if he changed his mind?!
Ah! Calm down, self!
"Uh… yes?" That was all I can say after those many attempts of understanding his own words. I just hope he repeats it. Or else I will instantly run so that he won't have any chance to cancel the agreement if he wanted to.
He slowly put his wine down and looked straight at me. "Sit down." He shortly repeated.
Right, he isn't really the one to be nervous, is he? If analyzed properly, he is sitting aristocratically calm. Which seemed to attract our whole surroundings because I can feel varied stares from different directions. Yeah, whatever. I still need to hear what he is going to add.
"Anything else?" I nervously inquired as I slowly and warily sat down back. I can't help but feel uneasy about this.
Weirdly eyeing me up and down as if he just saw me is what he did next upon me sitting back. Should I just really run? But he knows where I live, where our family lodge stands, and where my office is!
Wait? Why am I being afraid anyway? He is a businessman and quite the rich one who reserved our lodge. That's why I decided to offer him a deal. In which he just signed!
Oh, he merely smiled… Wait?!
"You smiled?" I thought he had some kind of disease that made his entire senses permanently scowl? As his companions, Alejandro and Rosario once said he has long lost his smile.
"Why not?" He out of nowhere asked as I am busy analyzing if his smile is fake or – wait?! Did I just blurt out my words?
I instantly covered my mouth at the late realization as I also tried to hide my whole body on the table. What a dangerous mouth.
Mustering my left pride, "I apologize, Mr. De Valois, it was just so rare to see you smile. Anyway, why did you make me sit back again?" I explained embarrassedly with a sudden swiftness of topic for this humiliating situation to stop. I am drowning here with mortification you know.
But... Why is he now smirking? I promise this man is playful! If only he wasn't a business partner of mine, I would really love to step into his boastful pride.
"I will revamp your small lodge if you want to." Grabbing his drink, he coldly stated with his resonant voice.
Did he say revamp our small lodge? Am I supposed to be happy or not? Because judging from the words themselves, it already is mocking. Which is raising my presumption that something is indeed fishy. I just can't pull their scales out yet, to see what's inside.
Calming myself, I slowly grabbed my left cold glass of wine many hours ago as a distraction to my uneasiness. "For what reason?" I effused trying to match his cold tone.
That's when he again drank his wine while deliberately taking all his time in the world gulping. Should I just smack or kick him? Thank your demon I am wearing a dress or else you've long gone lame.
After extending my patience a little longer beyond its extent, I really can't hold it. "Uh… Mr. De Valo-"
"Be my therapist." He, at last, impassively responded as he cut me off.
But did my ears hear it right? I-Is he asking me to be his therapist? When on Earth did I become a therapist? Do I look like a therapist to him? Well… maybe I'm just hallucinating because of the unbearable silence.
"Yes?" I decided to ask to make sure even if that's merely my hallucination, the word still fits the first conversation of us.
Yet instead of making it clear, "You wouldn't also need to pay back the money I will invest." He replied very far.
I'm beginning to see what needs to be cured in this man.
"So, you're really asking me to be your therapist, Mr. De Valois?" I asked straight to the point. Not considering the profits he's adding. As I am, my mind is beginning to suggest that I should just cancel our agreement. I will preferably find another investor than put interest on such a ridiculous offer.
Before he replied, his phone buzzed when he answered first.
Then glancing at me. "I'm not..." He clarified shortly.
Out of exploding curiosity, "What?!" I scarcely exclaimed. Even with my temper being challenged, I still am very well aware of my surroundings.
He put down his ever-provoking wine and responded. "It's an order."
My mouth stayed slightly ajar for a second before recovering my senses. Then I chuckled loudly at his reply. He's indeed in need of therapy!
Faking faint coughs, I let go of the glass in my hands. "Mr. De Valois, please understand that even if you're from a wealthy family, you cannot order every person in the world. Everything has its limits." I advised sincerely yet burning with laughter inwardly. What a spoiled child.
Not long after I'm done with my life-touching advice, my phone buzzed as well. I checked positively but when I read the report, my hand dropped the phone on its own. I froze as I began to recall what I'd just read.
Sister, mother signed the lodge to be in Mr. Lucretius' hand. Which solved all the worries and problems. Congratulations to us! I gulped a deep one before composing my posture. So that explains why he goes around ordering me? Well, what can I do then? Sho-
"If you agree, I will give it back for free." He nonchalantly stated as he enjoys watching me mourning to myself.
What am I to him anyway?