I buried myself in work for the past two days , so i wouldn't be idled just to think of how i'ld meet that girl Lia again ,
An auction came by and was held to strengthen my relationship with other business men and people worthy of doing business with , i am really not a high social person , but i have to be to get more allies and investors .
So instead of a luncheon I organized an auction to bring these high society elites together , it'ld be easy for me to pick whose an ally or foe,
These paintings caught my attention , i really didn't know we had something like this in our hands , Kir handled everything he always has he's good at it , but I couldn't take my eyes of the painting , it just sunk its way into my head .
"Hey,hey Adam ..." Kir snapped me from my thoughts .
"What"i inqured still not fully back .
" are you crying?". Asked Kir starring at me worriedly , he rarely has this look only when I totally loose it .
I touched my cheek it was wet
"Fuck!", i cursed lowly as I quickly averted my gaze down, so no one could witness this embarrassing moment i dabbed my eyes dry with a handkerchief .
The bidding had begun , Grasped Kir's shoulder ,
"I want those paintings",
I could tell he was puzzled but still he never asked why and i thanked for that cause I didn't know why i wanted them yet.
I was getting to know some new business men since I haven't been in this world of business for long like Mr. Harris CEO of RealSteel companies he just gave me some pretty good ideas and i was looking forward to working with him ,
I so just invited him on a lunch next friday, i think it'ld be best to catch on with some experienced people on this and i was glad to be blending just fine i got myself in good side with John Cliford his not the kind of guy i'ld hangout with ,
But i promised Kir i would seal a deal with him , we need an influential personnel in the bank and he was the right person to get acquainted with.
Kir tapped on my shoulder and whispered about the painter wanting to see me, and this took my interest, so i excused my self from John Clifford .
I was shocked to see Lia, right there infront of me our eyes met, she was shocked and terrified, i quickly hid the suprise face i wore , suddenly a flash of guilt hit me i made a fist to make whatever this feeling go away, since i had already made up my mind on apologizing to her the next time i saw her .
Lia turned on her heel and walked a way I increased my pace towards her hardly avoiding the attention in the room , when i made a turn to the short corridor i made a run for and halted when i saw her in the elevator just there facing down . The guilt consciousness took over and i just couldn't make a step.
" Lia!" I called
'Why the fuck am i chickening i should go , i have to give her, her medicine... yes i could do with that '.
I began making my way to her, 'no, no__no' Lia fumbled with the buttons, 'shit !, she's closing it ' .
I took a hint from that , 'maybe she is just not ready to face me ... i fuckin' raped her'.
I just stood there starring at her our gaze locked , as the elevator closed , I remained there till it reached the lobby, i slowly turned and walked back to Kir feeling rejected,
"What just happened" asked the girl who was next to Lia , maybe the painter.
I stared back at Kir.
" Ooh Emma Clark this is __".
"Adam Tyrel Hugo...nice to meet you "Emma cut me short , as she offered me a hand .
" you should file a complaint on the news company , they sure don't do you justice "
"Ooh" i replied amused, but still confused about the situation between Lia and i .
" And i figured you knew Lia , the artist " finished emma .
I was so frustrated thinking of what made her run away, the guilt i felt earlier build an anger inside and I wanted to let it out am never good at holding this . I don't know what face i made but Emma looked nervous, i wanted her to regret asking that question i hate it when people get too cocky with me.
When they are scared it makes me powerful and less vulnerable. Kir interrupted , after noticing that i almost froze Emma with my glare.
" The artist...um Ms.Lia wanted to know your first interpretation of her paintings __but it looks like something came up".
"Lia painted those".
My mouth spoke before I could react. Both Emma and Kir were silent for a second and exchanged glances .
"Yes_" replied Emma
" her contacts ?" . I went straight to the point because thats what i really wanted, i could see it all over Kir's face 'what the fuck' look.
Emma gave out a disbelieving sign then placed her purse on the stool table, she looked ready to attack.
"You should know better that i am managing her and I wouldn't invade my clients privacy and jeopardize our relationship__ i get i that you are used to getting what you want but i think we are done here " .
She turns to Kir .
"It was nice working with you".
i just didn't like the fact that i was loosing another chance to get to Lia , i saw the way Emma Clark flirtatious smiled at Kir, anyone could tell that she liked him, i know she's just protecting her friend since she just ran away from me, but she is the one who sent her out to have fun that night . I should be thanking her but am mad that we aren't on the same page right now.
" then you could give Kir your contact, he represents me after all". I said calmly but my tone sounded commanding and i wasn't taking back anything . She glared at me for a while then she looked back at Kir and handed him her business card .
When i was sure that i already had a way of contacting Lia i left Kir with Ms.Clark And went back to John Clifford the CFO of Blankfein , whose likely to be the next CEO or Vice President of Blankfein bank, and i have to close a deal, and gaining his trust isn't as easy as I thought.
It was a long day, talking and smiling where you needn't is a problem, Kir said I did well I guess am a good actor too, i pour whiskey to two tumblers and hand one to Kir. Before releasing a lungful smoke, which i just inhaled from my cigar, am trying to quit but its not a one day thing, still am proud of how less i smoke these day than back then.
" i want you to setup a lunch or dinner with Emma Clark".
I spoke bluntly.
"What? " asked Kir after sipping a drink "why should i".
"__isn't she your type".
" to hell man ... just spit it out "
"..."
"Do you think I didn't notice you acting strange at the auction__". He pauses then puts his tumbler down
"_wait a minute is she that girl?".
He asks giving me the don't lie look
"What girl?", i ask just to be sure he was thinking right.
"Lia!the red headed. Seizure girl ".
"Will you set the lunch , if its her? ".
" i knew it " he blurted with a feeling of accomplishment. It happens every time he guesses my hideous self out.
" sometimes i feel like you are exhilarated with my struggles".
He laughs and pulls out his phone, he moves out to make a call , then comes back as I refill my tumblr.
"Saturday its a date ".
"Did you really have to go out?".
"Not ready to get teased for being dumped the whole week" ...
I laughed getting what he meant , then silence takes it's course for a minute.
"What did you feel about the paintings". I looked up at him I wasn't expecting this question .
" pain __ more like help me". I replied