Leanna-Chapter 222: [Meeting Again] [Rotten Milk]

[Emery’s POV]

[Meeting Again]

"Violet, what is my schedule for today?"

I asked, eyes never leaving the mountains of proposals on my table.

We were at Tower One in my private office at the top floor where the Jansen’s offices were located.

Violet swiped her tablet and said, "At nine, you have a meeting with the Design and Development team about Azuela Cove phase two. At eleven, you have a lunch meeting with chief Brullini to test out dishes for a new menu. At two in the afternoon, you have a meeting with Prince Adnan Sahid on the new venture of developing a barren land in Verunian. At four, you have a meeting with Mr. Clyde Lockard for a joint venture of opening a new port in Russia. At six . . ." Violet paused before she cleared her throat and continued, "Mr. Lance Lee specifically requested an audience with you. He wanted to invest in Azuela Cove phase three residential."

. . .

. . .

What?

"What?!"

I almost jumped to my feet. My neck strained at the sudden movement as I stared over at Violet.

I must have heard her wrong.

"At nine you have a meeting––"

"No! The last one!"

My voice was strained as my face.

Violet ignored my unladylike reaction and continued with an unperturbed expression. "At six, Lance Lee asked for an audience––"

"L-lance Lee? As in, THE Lance Lee?" I repeated, unsure with eyes wide as I bolted to Violet’s side.

I could no longer remain calm, not believing that he wanted to see me after all these years!

"My lady––!"

I snatched the tablet from Violet’s hands and stared at those two words. Making sure all the spelling, the letters were correct and secretly praying that Violet did not mispronounce.

. . .

. . .

It was his name . . .

It is really him, isn’t it?

I mean, what was the possibility of having the same name?

". . ."

Of course there was always a possibility. But what were the possibility of someone having the same name that had connection with me?

Only one!

And that is Lance Lee.

"Why is it that I’m only informed with this just now?"

"Lance Lee was supposed to be scheduled after a month. It was your grandfather who pushed his name on today’s schedule."

What! Why? Without my consent?!

Grandfather! What schemes are you planning this time?

I didn’t have time to ponder. Meeting Lance again took the utmost priority. I have to make preparations. There is soo much to do and soo little time!

"Cancel all my appointments."

"What?!"

It was Violet’s turn to lost her cool.

"Cancel all my appointments except the one I have with . . . w-with . . . ," I bit my lip, "L-lance . . ."

. . .

. . .

"As you wish." Violet did not say anything more as she shot me a knowing smile before she sauntered out of my office.

"Oh! And . . . !"

Violet stopped and faced me upon my high pitched voice.

My head lowered as my expression was nonchalant. "Contact our stylist and have our private spa ready."

I pretended to arranged the files on my table when I spot Violet’s teasing eyes before she entirely left the room.

When she was gone, all strength left me. I extended my hands on top of the table to support myself as I breathed in my mouth when I felt so much livelier and needed much more oxygen.

Some part of me felt overwhelming excitement at meeting Lance again. But there was also another part that was afraid to get hurt like that again.

What if . . . what if . . . they are still together? 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Part of why I did not want to know any information about Lance was because I knew any related information about him could either send me to heaven or push me to hell.

After that day, I was traumatized by that painful, bone-breaking, and life-threatening emotions.

I could still feel the aftermath of it all.

The devastation I was in after that day.

I did not want to experience it again.

. . . But . . . No matter shattered and broken, my heart somehow managed to paste itself anew at the idea of meeting him once more.

You can do this.

You can do this.

He is just here to do business, nothing more.

I kept calming myself and breathed more deeply because it felt like my brain could no longer take the idea of meeting him. Like any moment, it would give up on me.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Think of this as a perfect opportunity to end things with him. Maybe because I never got over him because I did not have the chance to tell him my feelings and did not have the chance to hear his reply.

That is right.

I read these kinds of things on the net. To move on, you have to end your feelings with the person properly, face to face.

Just tell him your feelings and let him properly reject you.

Yes.

. . .

. . .

I wonder how he looks right now. He must have gotten taller.

Even though the twins continually appeared on TV, newspapers, and magazines, I made sure not to look. The torturous temptation of finding out his matured face wanted me to storm and kill Jennifer and ignore everything else and take him for myself.

But I did not.

I preserved.

My will is strong.

. . . I just hope my will stays strong later.

. . .

. . .

Panic rushed in again.

And we are back to square one.

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[Emery’s POV]

[Rotten Milk]

Okay . . .

Hair. Checked.

Face. Checked.

Chest. Checked.

Waist. Checked.

Butt and legs. Checked.

I rechecked my appearance again.

I was wearing a body-hugging charcoal color halter dress, tantalizing my D cup size breasts paired with black platform shoes.

My breasts were not this big when I started college –– must be from all those milk I consumed that it got this big.

It felt like I was going to a ball than a meeting!

It was already five when my stylist finished dolling me, and after that, I was too anxious at just sitting in my office that I have to recheck my appearance again and again. Then Violet announced that Lance was already outside my office and my accumulated composure came tumbling down.

"I do not want to see him," I said with a straight blank face.

The anxiety, fear, and awkwardness of seeing him again won by a landslide! Above it all –– I could not take even the slightest thought of rejection from him.

Violet shook her head and grabbed me by the arm, dragging my limp body out from my office bedroom and into my office proper.

She seated me on my chair before patting my head, whispering, "You can do this."

She then left for the door, signaling with her hand that she would be back with Lance in five seconds.

What! I’m not ready!

I was like a statue, just sitting there –– unmoving.

Five seconds, right?

Five seconds, right?

Why do I feel like I was waiting for eternity?

Thump!

Thump!

The door opened and came in a pretty young man in his three-piece suit.

"Hello, Emery. It’s nice to see you again," he said with a refreshing voice as he flashed me a charming smile, showing his perfect white teeth.

. . .

. . .

*sigh . . .

Rotten Milk!

"Hello, Lawrence. It is nice to see you too."

Lawrence was surprised for a moment. Then he gave me a killer smile.

"Well, that’s no fun. I was hoping I had fooled you and get an intimate hug or kiss."

My eyebrow rose. "Does Zoe know that you are flirting with another woman behind her back?"

Lawrence stood straight, looking alarmed. He took long strides and sat in front of me.

"Please don’t tell her. Our relationship is already complicated enough."

I suppressed a smile at the sight of his cute pleading face and large puppy eyes.

"Let us get down to business. I heard you wanted to invest in Azuela Cove," I said, changing the topic.

"Yes, do you have the contract? I can sign it now."

I looked at him for a moment. The small pretty boy at that time had grown into a fine young man.

I wonder how Lance is.

I shook the idea out of my head and got back to the main point. Lawrence seemed to have other agendas besides investing in Azuela Cove. But even so, I handed the contract to him, and he signed it within seconds.

"Aren’t you going to read it first?" I asked.

"No need. I know I can trust you with my money."

Lawrence arranged the papers and handed them back to me before he turned all serious. "Actually . . . I’m here for another reason besides this."

I tucked the folder aside before crossing my fingers on top of the table. "Let us hear it."

Lawrence’s Adam’s apple bobbled as his serious face turned frantic.

"Please, you’re the only one who can help my brother! You have to help Lance!"

BAM!

My body was engulfed with panic upon learning that Lance was in trouble, and I shot to my feet, slamming my palms against the table.

"What happened to him?!"