Agneas missed her usual bus due to the encounter with her roommate Bree, so she took the subway which only got her halfway to her final destination so she had to foot the remaining path to work. She resumed work at a five star hotel where she works as a receptionist, after being a few minutes late her whole 'breakfast at work' thing was busted as she had to start working her morning shift instantly.
After several hours of greeting visitors, directing them to the correct person or department, managing the visitors book, giving out security passes, answering enquiries, providing or sending out information, managing the booking system,
providing refreshments and keeping the reception area tidy. She was allowed a one hour lunch break.
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Agneas was quietly munching on her roast beef sandwich and iced coffee which is the only real food she has had all day, she was relaxing, enjoying her afternoon then suddenly a man wearing a red twill wool jacket, some fit formal pants, a t-shirt with embroidered letters and a zip wool blend jersey cummerbund passed by.
"Is that Givenchy?"
Her pulpils dialated as she saw her entire college fees walk by her, his outfit alone could pay her house rent not to talk of the assesories.
The only thought going through her head was either strip off his clothes and assesories then sell it all it's worth or maybe kidnap him and ask his family for ransom.
She came out of her crime fantasy back to her reality, her roast beef sandwich reality receptionist with a criminal mind hmmm.
The man scouted the room like he was looking for something, scanned through all the faces in this small cafeteria, just as he was about to take his leave someone caught his attention.
He frankly sat across from Agneas and says
"Be my fiancee"
She almost chocked on her sandwich once he uttered that statement, but she managed to swallow it with the aid of her iced coffee, once she got the food down her throat "Me?" she arched her brow questionly.
"Yes, you... be my fiance" He replied calmly
"Are you cra...."
"Hundred thousand dollars"
"What!" she spilt kectup all over her white shirt but played it cool she is a lady about to make a ton of money she can't screw this up.
"Hmm what I mean to say was, that's too little" she placed her hand under her chin, positioned herself upright like she was in a serious business meeting.
"Hundred and fifty" he raised the offer
"Not gonna cut it" she said professionally.
"Two hundred that's my final offer" he raised the offer again
"Add another hundred and we're good."
"Two hundred, final offer" he concluded.
"Nope not interested"
Hoping against hope that the man won't take back his offer, thankful the man was quite impressed by her professional bergaining skills
"Okay three hundred"
"Yeah so do I get paid per hour or?"
"Don't push it" he grinned a little
"Okay, so hmm is there a script, I need some information you know name, background stories anything."
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"So what's my character, I'm I the cute, gentle and doctile wife, the funny one or the sophisticated one" she kept asking silly questions but he disregarded her words. "What are we going to be driving around in, a Mercades, Ferrari, Lamborghini?" he kept disregarding her constant blabbering till his chauffeur pulled up in a Mercedes-Maybach S-Class
"Maybach cool" she watched as he entered the car.
"Get in" he ordered from the back sit but instead she signals him to open the car door if he wants her to get in the role he had to at least act like a proper gentleman.
- She has perfectly working limbs why does she need help - He thought
"let's go" he tells the driver to drive off thinking she would run after the car but she crossed her arms, stood in that exact same spot.
"Urgh she is so stubborn driver go back" He was left other options but to put his ego asides and assist her with the door like a true gentleman.
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