"Miss Wynter, here are the documents you've asked for."
I lifted my eyes from the papers on my desks and looked at Beth. She hands me the folder with utmost curiosity written all over her face, she didn't question me though.
I stared at her expectantly, silently giving her a message to get out of my office which she willingly complied with. She was out of the door in a heartbeat, confirming that, I opened the folder.
A bunch of papers and pictures are inside, some of them are cut-outs. Magazine issues, tabloids, private information, etc.
I scanned through the files and satisfactorily smiled. At least, the private investigator I hired did his job.
Sifting through, my eyes gazed at Keith's profile.
Keith Andrew Hilkov Nagasaki...
Wait, what?
He's a Nagasaki, so that means...
Kate...
A certain memory flashed in my mind. No way...
I read the information below his name.
Twin brother of Kate Alexsha Nagasaki. Graduated as cumlaude at MIT Sloan Business School, a Business Management major. 31 years old, CEO of Nagasaki Corporation.
Status: Single
Oh, Thank God.
I don't know what would I do if he's taken or married. I mean, I won't condone hateful things like adultery. I'm not an uneducated woman.
My fingers tapped the table as my mind whirled with thoughts. If I have to marry someone anyway, I'll choose him. He has every trait I wanted in a man, and the fact that I'm already attracted to him makes it easier. His background is an added bonus.
My lips stretched into a cunning smile.
Operation seduces the hell out of Keith starts...
I stared at Keith through my sunglasses, he was seated at the corner booth of the restaurant while I'm on the other side. A perfect place for "observing".
Damn, I never did this before. Stalki-- I mean, "observing" a man is not my thing, but here I am, for the sake of my future husband.
I watched him like a hawk, scrutinizing his every move, who's with him, and what he's doing. If my friends learned about this, they would surely fall into hysterics.
No fancy for women huh?
"Here's your lasagna ma'am." The waitress put down the food on my table. I nodded at her and continued my observation.
As she chewed her food, her eyes zeroed at the man in a suit sitting in front of him. She knows who it was, it was Mr. Francoise d'Leur. A French investor who invests in big corporations and businesses.
Hmm...
This won't do. If I just remain sitting here without doing anything, it'll take me years for him to notice me. Our gap is like heaven and earth after all.
I'll make him look at me.
She stood up without finishing her food, making her way to the restroom with the sole intention to make him notice her. She removed her glasses and strutted in their direction.
Several eyes landed on her, including those hungry ones from the male population, but she ignored them. What she wanted are his eyes.
Her eyes narrowed when Keith didn't even throw her a glance, even though most of his companions are staring at her awestruck. As she came closer to his seat, she purposely dropped her clutch bag.
The contents spilled out of the bag and scattered around his polished shoes.
I hid my smile when he looked at me with his onyx eyes, raking a calculating stare down my body.
I bent down, giving him a glimpse of my cleavage. The man sitting right next to him ogled with bulging eyes. Keith reached down to help me retrieve my things and I almost grinned.
Damn, he smells like mint and chocolate.
As the last of the contents are shoved back in, I froze when I saw him pick up my...
My...
My sanitary pad.
Sh-t.
I grabbed it in his hands and shoved it as far as I could inside my bag. My face surely is as red as a tomato right now.
I avoided his eyes as I stood up and awkwardly fumbled through my belongings. Please Earth, swallow me...
"Uhm T-Thank you." I stuttered before I literally ran to the restroom.
I stared at myself in the mirror, face flushed and my cheeks are beet red. Damn, that's the far most embarrassing moment I ever had.
Plan A freaking failed.
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"Ugh.."
"Seriously Wynter, what's your problem?" Elle asked for the nth time.
I was hitting my head on the table from earlier up till now and she kept on asking what's wrong with me. Damn, I don't even want to think about it much as talking about what happened.
I wonder if he still remembers?
Ugh...
"Stupid. Stupid..." I mumbled as I repeatedly knocked my head down the table.
A strong hit on my head made me sit up straight. I glared at Elle, what he hell?!
"What was that for?!" I snarled, rubbing my head in the process. Damn, that stings.
"You look stupid doing that, just what is wrong with you?" She said frowning. I rolled my eyes at her and slouched in my seat.
We are having our weekly bonding at Aristocrat, since this weird friend of mine got back from her trip to Africa, she asked me for coffee.
"Ugh. I hate my life..." I groaned out.
"Are you going to talk or I'll hit you again?" She sneered while sipping her latte. One of her brows raised as she looked at me.
I sighed.
"I have met the man of my dreams and I messed up," I answered sighing.
Her eyes sparkled in interest.
"Really? What's he look like?" She eagerly asked, unabashed curiosity written all over her face.
"A God. A pagan god. Sculpted to perfection." I answered, eyes sparkling as I envisioned him.
Goodness, I sound weird.
"Oh my! When was the last time you got attracted to the opposite sex? That was like, what? For the first time in forever?" She chirped. "I bet you haven't had sex yet." She added while wriggling her eyebrows.
"Oh shut up." I cringed.
"C'mon Wynter, sex is sex. Aren't you curious what a male species tastes like? That particular lump of flesh that makes women lose their mind?" She added.
I gagged. "Oh hell no..."
"Maybe I should start exploring male anatomy instead of nature? I'll experiment, I'm going to try all kinds of dingali-- ouch!" She looked at me rudely while rubbing her arms I hit.
"Are you serious right now? Could you just shut up and stop talking about male anatomy..." I muttered while looking around our table.
"It's a dick. Don't sugarcoat it." She stated.
I mentally b-tch slapped myself, why is she my friend again?
A couple looked at us weirdly, maybe because they heard Elle. I should plaster her mouth next time.
"What? Don't tell me you haven't fvcked already?" Elle asked. Flabbergasted, the couple turned away.
"Let's just stop talking about this..." I whispered.
"Wynter, how would you seduce the man of your dreams if you're being such a prudish virgin?" She remarked.
"We both know that men are weird. They like their women coy and a little naughty. You should start practicing, start off with flirting. You're a Goddess in whoring around so that won't be a big deal to you." She said smirking.
My forehead creased at what she said.
"What do you mean by whoring around?!"
"Well if you're still inexperienced, shed those virginal cobwebs off your brain and groove. It's time to work that slut side of yours." She drawled.
I stared at her for a moment. I was still seething at what she said but she has a point. If I want to seduce Keith then I should stop reacting to every stupid thing.
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"What do you say, Francoise?" I drawled.
He swiveled his brown eyes at me and stared inquisitively, rubbing his chin in the process.
I offered him my most charming smile while I crossed my legs, effectively flashing my long flawless legs at him. He seemed so entranced with my bare thighs peeking at my purple skin-tight dress that stops above the knee. I am currently sitting so the material rode up three inches more, showing so much skin.
He cleared his throat before he focused his eyes on my smiling face.
"McIver Holdings isn't a bad company, it wouldn't be bad if I venture my money on you."
My smile widened even more, looks like I finally got him.
"But I heard you're striking a deal with, who was that again? Mr. Nagasaki?" I pouted shamelessly at him.
"Ah... Mr. Nagasaki is an excellent businessman, I'm sure it wouldn't hurt him a bit if I transferred to you. Yes, that wouldn't be..." He chided as he longingly looked at me.
"If that's the case, shall we focus on contract signing?" I smiled, encouraging him, and handed him the contract.
After more coaxing, Mr. Francoise signed the contract.
I looked at the paper and a small smile crept into my lips.
Plan B: Success.