I was wearing a black suede pants and matching white top paired off with purple loubotin shoes, and I wanted to puke all over them. Today was my first day on the job-well, technically, I've been working here for three weeks- and it was my first time heading a presentation. And by heading, I meant powerful men and women were going to sit around a table with fancy beverages we got just for this occasion and I was going to stand in front of them and attempt to make sense for at least two hours.
Draw up the best design that will wow even the most cynical of all critics then I'm your girl. Speak to a group of more than five people? Yeah, that was not happening.
Except it was, because Mr Sandeep had insisted. Who is Mr Sandeep, you ask? Well, he's the man who is about to either make my career or ruin it so bad I'd have to go find a rock to live under. The is, about two weeks ago, Mr Sandeep came across one of my designs and decided to hire our advertising agency for their next line of products. Yay!
And he wanted me to be the head designer for the whole line. Cue the happy dance.
It wasn't just the fact that Mr Sandeep was my first client that had me over the moon, it was the company he worked for. Gray's.
If we sealed the deal, my career would be solid for life. Even if Corey's and associates fire me tomorrow, all I needed was to name-drop Gray's in an interview and I had a brand new job!
Then Mr Sandeep called two weeks ago. He wanted a live presentation, done not by the head of my department but by the designer. My happy dance not only stopped, it relocated to Timbuktu. I had a nausea inducing stage fright. I'd been fighting it since I was a child and now, standing in this large, way too cold air-conditioned room waiting for the representatives from Gray's- a fortune 599 company- the only thing I could do was force my breakfast to stay down in my stomach where it belonged.
The door opened unceremoniously and two men and a woman all wearing gleaming black suits that probably cost double my salary strolled in. Vaguely, I saw my boss, miss Cheryl shaking hands with them but then HE entered and my heart stuttered and it relocated into my nether regions as the bacon I'd had for breakfast lodged into my throat.
Everyone from my company gasped when they finally saw him -except for me, I was too busy trying not to pass out. THE Callum Gray was here.
He was built like a tank and had inky black hair that was artfully disarrayed. His black suit -similar to his companions but somehow managing to stand out from theirs- molded to his body, but it was his eyes that arrested my soul. His eyes were an arctic grey that would have frozen hell over. The second they locked on my wide blue ones, I understood one thing. I may have never met him before today, but he was the one who could wreck me in more ways than one.
He raised a brow at me and I promptly barfed all over his Italian leather shoes.
