Dylan's POV
The morning light streaming through the windows was a harsh wake-up call, and I groggily opened my eyes to find myself sprawled across the bed, still fully clothed from the night before. I was so bloody hungover, a sign that I clearly overdid it yesterday. I slowly sat up, rubbing my temples in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing pain.
I should have slept at the family mansion yesterday, would have woke up with a bowl of hangover soup waiting for me to devour. It didn't help that I didn't have any maids here, no. I had recently brought this house, I was tired of their constant nagging to bring home a girlfriend. My brother didn't really care though, his wife was the one who would occasionally set me up on blind dates.
My phone, which had been lying next to me, now buzzed with an incoming call from Zachary, a friend of mine. We have been friends since childhood and of course, we are business partners.
"Yo Dylan, how's it going?" he asked and I let out a low groan, trying to convey my displeasure without saying a word.
Zachary, however, seemed to pick up on my tone and chuckled. "Looks like someone's got a hangover, huh? Get your ass up and meet me downstairs." He then cut the call.
Cursing and calling him all sorts of name, I started preparing myself for the day ahead. Zachary had convinced me to attend a business meeting with him, despite my protests. Now, I was regretting my decision. The thought of sitting through a meeting, with a pounding headache and a stomach that was still recovering from last night's excesses, was not exactly appealing.
I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled towards the shower, my tight muscles relaxing under the hot shower. I hurried out and into my walk-in closet, scrambling for some clothes to wear. I settled on a suit because of the business meeting.
"Took you long enough," he said as I got into the car.
"Shut up Zach."
The drive to the restaurant was short, with Zachary chatting away about the meeting and his expectations. When we arrived at the restaurant, the manager greeted us with a warm smile and ushered us into a private room where our client, Mr. Morris, was waiting.
The meeting began, and to say I was unimpressed was an understatement. I know Zach was also not impressed. This was a bloody waste of time.
"So, Mr. Morris, what makes you think your company is the best fit for our needs?" Zach asked.
Mr. Morris launched into a lengthy explanation, but I tuned him out. I was more interested in checking my phone than listening to his pitch.
"I'm not sure that's exactly what we're looking for," Zach said again, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Can you show us some concrete examples of your work?"
Mr. Morris nodded eagerly, pulling out a folder filled with papers and presentations. He began to show us his work.
"I'm not sure this is going to work," I said, glancing at Zach. He raised an eyebrow, and I could tell he was thinking the same thing.
Suddenly, the door to the private room swung open, and two waiters entered, carrying trays of food and drinks. They were approaching the table when one of them fell to the ground, spilling food and drinks everywhere. Some of it even landed on the documents on the table.
Should I call this eventful? Well that clearly saved us some time, I was tired of the constant back and forth.
I watched as Mr. Morris's face turned red with anger. "What the hell?" he yelled, slapping the lady across the face.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" He yelled again while the lady kept apologising.
I was already having an headache and the noise wasn't helping so I grabbed my jacket. "I'm out of here." I announced and Zachary also stood up trailing behind me.
We were barely a few steps away from the room when he suddenly turned back and went in.
What the hell?
I shook my head and walked towards his car, resting on it. Zachary came out of the restaurant pulling the lady from earlier.
What's he doing?
Then they talked a little before the lady went back in.
Zachary walked towards me and leaned against the car. "What was that about?" I asked him.
"What?"
"The lady."
"Oh, you mean Evelyn?"
Wow.
He even knows her name.
"I see you've gotten really close."
"Why not? She's nice and pretty too."
I scoffed. "Yeah, nice and pretty. Can we go now? I'm starving and I'm not eating here."
"Not yet?"
"Why not?" I was getting annoyed.
"Evelyn's gonna come out any minute from now."
"And why is that?"
"She's gonna get fired." He replied.
Yes. I definitely knew about that. There's no way the manager is going to jet her stay after that mistake she made and I'm pretty sure Mr. Morris won't let it go too.
"But how does that concern you? Why do you need to wait for her?" I asked again.
"I'm taking her out. We'll be going to the restaurant together."
"Seriously? Did you wake up on the side of the bed. Are you sure you didn't hit your head. What happened to the no woman policy?"
He only smiled in response. "She's different."
"She's here."
I looked towards the entrance to see her coming out, a dejected look on her face.
Yup. She definitely got fired.
"Evelyn." Zachary called, waving his hands at her.
She looked towards our direction and started walking towards us.
"Zachary." She called but it sounded more like a question. "What are you still doing here?"
He looked towards me. "I just finished handling some personal business."
Lies.
I snorted.
He was clearly waiting for her.
She looked towards me and averted her gaze. No hint of surprise.
What the hell?
Doesn't she recognise me? Dylan Sanchez.
I cleared my throat to make my presence known. Maybe she didn't see me clearly. But she only looked at me only to avert her gaze again.
Wow. She's really different just as Zachary had said.
Now, I'm interested in her.