Meredith jumps out of the car without turning back to look at him.
She walks majestically out of the parking lough. Matthew was left hanging in the air.
He felt challenged and determined to know why Meredith detests him passionately the way she does. No one has ever resisted his charms for that long before.
It simply couldn't be for the fact that he had a one-night stand with her best friend. Matthew stares at Meredith as she walks inside the building.
His eyes were glued to her back and the beautiful rhythm of his heartbeats to Meredith's alluring curvy body that bounces with every step she takes. Apparently, Matthew is not the only one mesmerized by her beauty.
"Oh, so you guys are carpooling now?" Eddie teased, causing Matthew to snap out of his daydreaming. From Eddie's expression, it was clear that he was unhappy about Matthew and Meredith's newfound closeness. Though he tried to force a smile, his jealousy was palpable.
"Kind of," Matthew whispers accompanied by a mischievous smile as he steps out of his car hanging his bag on his shoulders.
Eddie becomes more curious. "You mean that? How close? Have you two you know?" Eddie whimpered holding his breath. Matthew who is like a brother to him will not go after the girl he clearly told him he likes.
"Geez, who knows that might happen soon," Matthew grins tapping Eddie's shoulders as he smirks.
Eddie forces a smile and lets out a relief. He only felt the edge to hasten his steps, so he would be the one Meredith falls in love with.
"How are things going on with your family?" Matthew asked as he turned to face his friend who was still standing there and not moving.
"Good and bad like it should be, he asked me not to return to the mansion until I apologized to Purple and proposed to her again," Eddie pouts as they both enter the building.
"What do you plan on doing?" Matthew asked looking concerned.
"It only means I'm not stepping foot in the mansion, why worry when I have Meredith?" Eddie smirks as he steadily scrutinizes Matthew's reaction.
Matthew smiled it off and said, "See you around Eddie, I have to go now," Matthew whispered as he took his leave.
"Sure man, go ahead," Eddie sniffs as he goes his way.
Meredith could feel eyes rubbernecking at her since she walked into the office, she wondered what new rumours were circulating about her now.
"Hello Meredith, you are looking ravishing as always, can we see the dress you made last night? I was told you left here very late last night?" Michael mumbles as he tags behind Meredith as she walks into her office.
"We are dying to see the masterpiece," he added excitedly jumping on his feet like a little child who has been given chocolates. She set her bag down and straightened her jacket.
"Um.." She cleared her throat getting everyone's attention and ignoring Michael's question with a slight smile on her face.
"Listen up everyone, I know the team has really worked hard for this event, and I want to plead with you all to let our effort be useful by making sure everything goes on smoothly tonight. Absolutely nothing can go wrong. Is everyone with me?" Meredith rumbles with positive energy as the team cheers.
"Yes, we are with you!" They all said in unison.
"Oh great, now let us all get back to work," Meredith muttered as she headed back to her office.
"Hey, Meredith um... Marisa is here and she is throwing tantrums again," Tatiana announced.
"Geez, will she start so early this morning? I will go attend to our drama queen myself, by the way, what trouble is she stirring up now?" Meredith said as she rolled her eyes.
"In the conference room, this woman is such a troublemaker. I hope she doesn't get us all fired?" Tatiana pouts.
"Michael come with me, Tatiana and the rest go over the collection and double-check if everything is okay, I will be right back," Meredith instructed before stepping out of the office.
"Yes,"
"Yes," Michael whispers as he tags behind Meredith.
Marisa Fernald the lead model for the event complained to management about her mistreatment.
She was referring to the incident the other day with the design team and especially with Meredith.
Meredith walks into the conference room to her surprise, her boss, the head of the department, Gabby, Mark, and Matthew were present not forgetting Marisa who was fuming in anger. she accidentally made eye contact with Matthew when she walked in, they shared an eye lock for a moment. Meredith rolls her eyes as she sends a warm smile over to Mark and Gabby.
"Hey Meredith you're welcome, please have a seat I believe you're already familiar with everyone in this room. Well since she is here, I'm sure she can handle and take care of Miss Marisa here," the head of the department mumbles staring at Meredith who takes an empty seat beside Gabby and Mark.
Michael stands at the extreme corner of the room.
"Yes sir, I will be glad to assist Miss Marisa with whatever she may need," Meredith whispers forcing a smile.
"Okay great, I have another meeting with the MD, on that note I will leave you guys to prepare for tonight," he muttered as he exited the room.
"Miss Marisa, what are your complaints?" Meredith directed her question to Marisa motioning Michael to take notice of what she was about to say.
"The dressing room, I don't share with anyone, I was told you allow the other models to use it," Marisa chuckled rolling her eyes as Michael chuckled back using the notepad to fun himself.
His actions draw the attention of everyone, and Meredith gives him a deadly glare. He gently shifted up his shoulders and cleared his throat.
"What? I'm sorry," he muttered reluctantly.
"I'm sorry it was just a temporary thing, I will have them move out before the show, Is there anything else?" Meredith said looking at Marisa who seemed to have a lot of complaints.
Gabby, Mark, and Matthew were done with their meeting but stayed behind to see what Marisa was up to.
"Have them out now and disinfect the place," Marisa rolled her eyes, she stared at her nails as if they had dust on them.
"And about the dress do something about it else I won't wear it, the rest I will tell you later when I remember but for now that will be all," Marisa sulks.
"Well you are to change twice both dresses are perfect for the event and if you don't like them that's your problem. You either wear it or leave it, if there is nothing else I will take my leave I still have a lot of things to do," Meredith said as she stood up from her chair.
Marisa angrily stares at her as well the rest have smiley faces.
"See you guys this evening," Meredith whispers as she smiles at Gabby and Mark.
"Sure darling," Mark mumbles smiling back as Gabby nods her head.
Meredith and Micheal walk out of the room.
"What? Are you all going to watch her disrespect me that way? I'm the star of the show if I don't walk the runway the show will be a flop. Tell her to do something about the dress else all your efforts will be in vain," Marisa pouts staring at Gabby and Mark who stood up to leave the room too.
They simply roll their eyes and smirk.
"Seriously, you are all going to take her side?" Marisa sulks staring at Matthew with the hope of him taking her side.
"Everyone is tired of your drama Marisa, Do as you please," Gabby muttered as she left the room.
"Matthew, why are you quiet?" Marisa yells looking at him. Matthew waited for Gabby and Mark to leave the room before speaking.
"Listen, Marisa, Meredith is trying to adjust herself to her new work please don't make this any more difficult for her. Do you get it?" Matthew said in a serious tone more like a warning to Marisa not to mess with Meredith.
"You too? I'm the victim here, how long have you known that bitch and you are defending her?" Marisa angrily said walking over to Matthew.
"You are helpless Marisa. Do whatever you want to do, wear the dress or don't," Matthew chuckled as he walked out on angrily Marisa who was still burning with anger.
"Don't you dare walk out on me Matthew," He was long gone, he didn't even look back. "Curse you, Meredith," Marisa angrily screams holding her head, She takes deep breaths to control her emotions.
"Control yourself, Marisa. You are only going to have wrinkles on your face and we can't have that. It would be best if you looked beautiful tonight," Marisa mumbles to herself as she practices her self-control routine.
"I'm going to make them beg me on their knees, and I have a perfect idea," Marisa whispers as she smirks to herself. She just develops and new evil plot to have her enemies at her feet.