I could hear murmurs from outside as she closed the door, I sighed.
Later in the afternoon.
"Mr. Ronan? …Sir?" I knocked on the door slightly before entering Frédéric's office. "Ms. Wales, what brings you?"
"I trust you received the revised versions"
"I did." He replied, his eyes focused on his laptop.
"Madam Ronan will be visiting at 3 p.m."
"What is the purpose of her visit?" He looked up, locking eyes with me. I stayed quiet and just nodded, he understood, he stood up. "8 p.m., don't think about it." he said.
I placed the documents I was holding down, "These are the different project propositions from both the marketing and design department."
He walked past me. "You have been working hard," he sat down behind me on the couch. "Don't turn around, just stay like that."
"Alright." I nodded though he couldn't see it.
"Lyne…" He stood up, started walking and stopped behind me. "You are dismissed."
I left his office without turning back to look at him. We both had a lot to say but knew it was better if those words stayed unsaid, just like our promise.
At 3 p.m. his mother visited as scheduled, behind her a young woman, she looked about 26 years of age, her hair style in a low bun, a softly flared beige trouser, a fall coat over her shoulder, a white col roulé long sleeves bodysuit top, and black red-bottom heels, anyone could tell the brand. As the cherry on top of the cake, she was wearing the latest Dior scent.
"Madam Ronan, this way please." I led them to the waiting room, before I could say anything else, "I have awaited your visit." Frédéric said, he walked past us and sat down. "What brings you, mother?"
"This is Isabella Courtin, her family holds great influence in the northern cities. Your father and I believe she is the most suitable candidate for you." His mother said while gesturing towards the young woman.
Frédéric looked at me without saying anything. "Please sit." I gestured to the couch while addressing the two ladies.
"Ms. Courtin, nice to meet you. I am sure you are aware but it would only be polite for me to introduce myself, Frédéric Jonas Ronan." He said, then looked in my direction. "This is director Wales of the Secretary department, and my personal assistant. You can contact her directly if you need to reach out to me." I gave her my business card as he was speaking. "She will arrange all of our meetings. You don't need to contact me directly for now." He stood up. "I won't hold you both any longer, the engagement can be announced anytime you see fit." He left.
"Hm, Ms. Courtin, my name is Lyne Wales. Mr. Ronan is busy today, please pardon his tone. Madam Ronan, shall I call the driver for you?" I said quickly as he exited.
"Thank you," Madam Ronan said curtly.