Marcus's voice flowing with confidence.
"Nice place you've got here. Though I didn't expect to find you working so hands-on."
Lisa looked up, annoyance flashing across her face, but she quickly composed herself.
"Didn't expect to see you here either. Beside We're not open for tours." Lisa Lashed out with a bitter smile crossed her face.
Marcus chuckled, then coldly intoned. "I'm not just any visitor, am I?"
Jane's eyes darted between them, her excitement barely contained, but Lisa ignored her, focusing solely on Marcus.
Lisa calmly uttered, returning her focus back to her work. "If you're not here to buy a dress, then I suggest you leave. I'm busy."
Marcus approached the counter where Jane sat, leaning casually against it as if settling in for a chat. He picked up one of Lisa's sketches, inspecting it closely.
"You've got talent. I will give you that. But you've also got quite the attitude. Doesn't it ever get tiring, trying to resist everything I throw at you?" Lucas mumbling trying hard to study Lisa's body language.
Lisa finally set down her sewing, meeting his gaze with a sharp glare.
"Unlike the women you're used to, I don't fall at your feet just because you have money and power." Lisa says with her gaze fixed on him.
The tension in the room was thick, and even Jane had stopped smiling, sensing the shift in tone.
Marcus smirks grinning at her without any worry "That's what makes you interesting, Lisa. Most women play the game. You act like you don't even want to be in it."
"I don't. And I'm not interested in whatever games you're playing." Lisa says narrowing her eyes.
Marcus's smile faltered for a split second wandering in his head "why is she playing hard to get, or I'm I the one not playing it well." but he quickly recovered, his voice dropping to a softer, more serious tone.
"Maybe this isn't a game for me. How about you see to it that way?" Marcus calmly mumbled with a sense of humor.
For a brief moment, Lisa was taken aback by the shift in his tone, but she quickly hardened her expression, refusing to let him get under her skin.
"Then stop treating it like one." Lisa firmly says.
They stared at each other, the silence heavy with unspoken words. Jane shifted uncomfortably in her seat, glancing between them.
Jane smirked in an awkward manner.
"Um, I think I will go grab coffee. Anyone want anything?"
Neither of them responded, their eyes locked in a silent battle. Jane slipped out of the room quietly, leaving them alone.
Marcus straightened, breaking the tension as he put down the sketch and adjusted his suit jacket.
"I will be back. We're not done here." Marcus coldly smirked full of emotion.
Lisa crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering.
"Yes, we are. Don't waste your time."
But as Marcus walked out the door, Lisa couldn't help but feel that this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
Days passed, and though Lisa buried herself in work, she couldn't shake the lingering feeling that Marcus wasn't done with her.
She caught herself glancing at the door every time it opened, expecting him to walk through it with that smug grin of his. And though she hated to admit it, there was something about the way he challenged her that was different from anyone she had ever met.
One evening, she attended a high profile fashion event in the city, her latest designs on display. The room was filled with the industry's top players designers, models, and investors. Lisa was making her rounds, talking to potential clients, when she felt that familiar gaze on her again.