Now, I felt like she was testing me.
Wait! Did Damion put her up to this?
If he did then I should be careful with my answers.
"I'm afraid I don't have an answer to that."
"Alright then," she left it at that while smiling like there was something she knew that I didn't.
Was Damion planning something for me at his place? Was that why he canceled all his plans?
I wanted to get my hopes up but I knew I shouldn't because Damion is a person who is skilled in dashing unnecessary hopes down the drain.
In less than some minutes, I was in front of his company which had a bold writing at the top 'DREW KLAZIT'
'KLAZIT' was an American pronunciation for closet while 'DREW' was Damion's family name derived from Andrew.
Without wasting more time, I rushed in and found my way to my desk where I got to work by canceling all his schedule for the day.
Regardless of whether it was for work or not, I was still excited about going to his place. And while I was in the process, a call came in from him.
"Mr Damion?" I answered and waited for him to reply or give me orders.
"Are you back from the meeting?"
"Yes."
"How long will it take for you to come over?"
At his question, I smiled but when I realized what I was thinking, I immediately bit my lower lip to stop myself from smiling foolishly.
"Twenty minutes from now. I'm in the process of canceling your schedule," I informed him.
"Alright, twenty minutes it is. Karl will bring you."
Karl was his personal driver.
"Alright Sir."
Once he ended the call, I resumed where I stopped while thinking of why he needed me to come over.
Ten minutes later, I headed out of the 5 storey building and found Karl waiting beside the Toyota Camry.
Damion was a kind of person who used any type of car as far as it was comfortable unless it was for a special occasion then he would use something extra.
The back seat door was opened for me and I stepped in.
*
The moment I arrived, I was ushered into his living room by his housekeeper where I waited.
The more I waited, the more I grew anxious.
"Arleen?"
He nonchalantly walked into the living room and I stood up while smiling.
"Mr Damion."
He wasn't dressed in his office outfit but in casual clothes. Now my mind began to think things.
"You're still in your office clothes?" He eyed me up and down like he wasn't expecting me to appear the way I did.
"Please go change in the guest room and meet me in my office. We have a lot to do."
Saying that, he left and I stood flabbergasted.
What was the need changing when we would be working?
Nevertheless, I still did as I was told.
Once I entered his office, I found the place to be filled with clothes, shoes, accessories and he was currently staring at a piece of cloth in his hand.
As if sensing my presence, he glanced at me to see what I was wearing due to how he eyed me up and down.
I wore a beige color T-shirt on brown pants just like he wore black T-shirt on black pants. Very casual set of clothing.
"There's a runway event happening in New York three days from now and we were invited." He explained and paused as he looked closely at the cloth in his hand.
"These outfits came in newly today which will be used there on display. Isaac and Clara will be here shortly but while they're yet to come, I need you to take out as many outfits as you can to wear while you're there."
Now this was new, I thought to myself.
But hold on! I was traveling with him to New York?
"I'll be traveling with you?" I had to confirm it.
He returned the cloth back to the other rack of clothes before taking out another one.
"Yes." His response was short and simple.
"But I'm…"
"Not prepared?" He helped me finish my statement.
"Don't worry about that, Isaac and Clara will help you pack. All you need to do is take out the clothes you need."
I stood rooted as I stared at him in disbelief.
"What?" He shifted his attention to me as if knowing what I was thinking.
"I have plans." I blurted out.
"I'm aware. But they have to wait because we'll leave tomorrow morning."
I blinked rapidly at his response.
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes. Karl will take you home once you're done here so you can put things in order then he'll bring you back."
Now this was really unexpected. I had a date for goodness sake!
At the sudden thought of that, I stilled. Why did Damion have to arrange things on such short notice?
What was I to do now? Cancel the date?
No way, I was too curious to cancel on Clifford.
What if I use the opportunity of going home to meet up with him quickly. Now that's a good one.
For some odd reason, it felt like I was doing something immoral behind Damion's back.
"What are you thinking?"
"What?" I asked back.
He was scrutinizing me with his eyes and it made me feel a kind of way.
"I was just thinking how I would cancel all my plans."
"As you're thinking, kindly select what you need. Once you're done, we have other stuff to do." He let me know and it was then I knew I wouldn't be going home early.
It's not like I wasn't pleased to go with him to New York. The only problem was the timing.
Without wasting more time, I began to select what I needed and from time to time, he would come to examine what I selected and discard the ones he didn't like and add the ones he wanted. It took us almost an hour to select excellent outfits because Damion kept taking things out of what I picked.
"It's more like hitting two birds with one stone. You're like my personal model so have it in mind that you'll come in contact with many important people which is why I need you to advertise our brand."
That was his reason.
Not long after, Isaac and Clara came over to show him the list of models they selected as well as all the preparations for the runway event.
And like he said, we had a lot of work to do. It was a short notice call so we had limited time and I got to understand it wasn't his fault.
In the end, I went home at 8:39pm. I was exhausted but I managed to wash up and quickly put on something nice and simple.
Once it was 9 at a dot, a knock came at my door, alarming me of his presence.
I was still in the process of getting done but I still answered anyway.
However, the moment I opened the door, I was met with a bunch of fresh roses. My heart skipped in surprise.
Sensing my presence, the person holding the flower moved it from his face and smiled charmingly at me.
"Clifford," I breathed his name and chuckled.