16. Trash...

Like he had promised., he got her there just in time. She ran into the place without even a thank you to the young man. Immediately., she went to he counter and asked for there reservations. She was directed to the table, the person from Global group was already there.

"The meeting time is 2pm., and this is already 1:55, where the hell is your boss. He bellowed. Isla wanted to scream and say she why are you yelling at me., and that she was totally happy that he wasn't here yet.

"He'll be here anytime now. She managed to say as she set all the needed documents on the table., and then she could suddenly see him from there. He had arrived. Good thing he didn't see her. But where was she supposed to hide now he told her to stay in a place he wouldn't have to see her face., he was almost there. Where in the world would she hide. Her eyes suddenly drifted somewhere. And so quickly that the man on seat did not even notice., she dived under an empty table next to them.

"Hope I'm not late., Mr Jones right? Damon said as he finally got there.

" No., you're right on time. Isla could only shake her head at the man's response. Just a minute ago, he was shouting at her., and now he's being all sugar-coated in front of Damon.

And you're the infamous Damon king." the man said shaking his hand.

"Infamous? Damon pointed out as he took his seat in front of Jones.

" it's just the things people say about you are never pleasant. He said laughing., but saw that Damon was obviously not finding it funny. So he shuts himself up.

"Let's get down to business Mr. Jones, I don't have all day. Isla was literally dying under there., her legs were all cramped up and yet she wasn't bold enough to move a muscle from that position.

" Look, we both know we are both benefitting from this deal., you want to launch your new magazine, and we supply you the whole wardrobe your models will be using. Truthfully speaking, apart from the fact that you'll be paying us to design your wardrobe., having your models wear clothes made by me in your magazine would definitely get you higher sales. So I don't see the need for a showcase.

"Listen Mr. King., as much as having your clothes on our magazine will bring us high sales., Mr. Wilson would like to use the best for his magazine.

" Are you saying my clothes are not good enough. Damon was really trying to keep calm here. He was seriously considering all the preaching Marcel had given him before he left the office., and even all the way here. He was really trying to keep it all together.

"No that's not what I'm saying, but Mr. Wilson wants to compare between the two which would be best for his Magazine. After the showcase, whichever company wins, gets the contract.

Damon stayed silent for a while., he really didn't think this was necessary. Left for him, he would not still be seated here, but his crazy cousin wanted this project. The guy just goes crazy whenever he hears about money. You would think he probably died stark poor in his previous life, and plans in earning every single penny to make up for it in this life. That's why he was in charge of accounts and finances, and Damon was in charge of scoring the deal and making designs.

"What's the name of the other company?

" StriDon." At the mention of the name of the company., Damon could feel his competitive side taking over. He suddenly wanted this deal no matter what.

" Forward the date for the showcase to me via email., and I'll work towards it.

Was that it, where they done, if they were done talking, could they please leave now., if she was the type that fell asleep easily, she was sure she would have traveled round the world in her dreams by now. Her back was aching like crazy. It felt like hours that they had been there, but whenever she checked her time, she realized that it was just minutes.

"Aren't you going to take this with you. Jones pointed at the files on the table as Damon stood up to walk away. He turns to look at it.

" I'm sure the thing that brought it here in the first place is somewhere around, Let the trash clean up after itself. He stated and walked away.

Isla had never felt so worthless in her entire life. Her heart sank deep into the ground. She didn't want to believe what she just heard. He just called her trash. Here she was thinking he might still have some faith in her, and that was probably why he gave her this task., but it turns out that he was just planning on bringing her down all along. He just planned on humiliating her all along.

Why did she expect more from him., after what she did to him in high school., why was she feeling so disappointed., she just got what she deserved. She was being rightfully punished for her sins.

She got what she deserves, she knew that, but why was she feeling so heart-broken. When she noticed that he was totally out of there., she slowly crawled out from under the table, still hitting her head in the process., startling the Jones that was still seated there.

"What the hell were you doing under there?? He asked but she didn't give a reply. She slowly stood up., but crashed back to the ground. Her legs had fallen asleep.

" Are you okay? He asked again, but she just Pounded on her numb legs lifelessly, hitting them back to their senses. Blood soon flowed back into the legs., and she picked herself up again. Walked over to the table and like he had said, the trash had come to pick up what she dropped.

Like she had no strength in her., she walked out of the building. Now what she was thinking was how this trash was going to make it back to the office before her Boss. She reached out and she saw a certain person waving and smiling at her. She had completely forgotten about him and the deal she made.

She really didn't know if she was supposed to be happy to see him now., or just burst into tears. She really wanted to cry right now. But she knew she had no time for that.

"Hey beautiful., you just ran off. Good thing I wasn't in a hurry., so I waited for you."

"I'm glad you did." She said. He could sense the change in her voice, she wasn't as enthusiastic as she was when going in.

"Why do I feel like you didn't make it to your meeting on time."

"Oh I got there on time., everything went perfectly fine... I even became a piece of trash she mumbled., so he only heard the first part of what she said.

" Help me once more., help me back to my office and let's make it two dates.

He was going to ask further about what changed her mood suddenly, but he decided to just let it go. She probably wouldn't want to share anything with a guy she just met on the street.

"Okay., it's a Deal" he hands her the helmet.

"oh and, I'm Ivan.

" Thanks a lot Ivan you've saved me a lot today.

"You're welcome., but aren't you supposed to tell me your name too??

She could probably tell him her name was trash. According to her Boss, that was her new name.

"Isla.. Isla Moore".

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