Heartbreaker

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Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the ink dried on the contract, sealing the deal with a sense of finality that left Whitney feeling exhilarated and accomplished. As she exchanged relieved smiles with Saint and her team, she knew that this was just the beginning of an exciting new chapter in her career.

With the contract in hand, Whitney had secured a multi-million dollar deal that would see her become the face of "Ubunifu," Saint's revolutionary makeup and fashion empire rooted in black culture and urban sophistication. It was a partnership that transcended mere business—it was a statement of empowerment and representation, a celebration of diversity and creativity that would resonate with audiences around the world.

After the successful meeting, Saint was eager to show Whitney around his creative space. As they strolled through the bustling corridors, Saint introduced her to his team, each member bustling with energy and enthusiasm. Whitney couldn't help but be impressed by the vibrant atmosphere and the sense of camaraderie that permeated the air.

They explored the different creative rooms, each one a testament to Saint's vision and passion for his work. From the design studio where sketches came to life to the photo studio where models posed for glamorous shoots, Whitney was captivated by the behind-the-scenes glimpse into the world of Ubunifu.

Finally, they arrived at Saint's office, a spacious and elegantly appointed room with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a sweeping view of the city below. As they settled into the plush chairs, Saint poured himself a glass of whiskey, offering one to Whitney, who declined with a smile.

"So, what you think?" Saint asked, his eyes alight with anticipation.

Whitney's gaze swept over the room, taking in the curated artwork and sleek furnishings. "I think my bitch ate" she replied, genuine admiration coloring her voice. "I'm so proud!"

Saint grinned, his chest swelling with pride at her words. "I love you, Nippy," he said,

With the weight of the deal lifted, Saint's excitement bubbled to the surface as he turned to Whitney, a triumphant grin lighting up his face. "I wanna go out and get drunk," he suggested eagerly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Whitney smiled, her determination to stick to her no-drinking policy clear. "I can't drink till the season is over, but I'll go with you," she replied, her tone playful yet resolute.

As Whitney and Saint entered the lounge, the soft glow of ambient lighting enveloped them, casting a warm and inviting atmosphere over the space. The gentle strains of jazz music filled the air, adding to the intimate ambiance of the venue.

Taking a seat at the sleek bar, they settled in, the chatter of other patrons fading into the background as they focused on each other. With a glance exchanged between them, they placed their order—a plate of buffalo wings and glasses of refreshing strawberry lemonade.

As they waited for their food and drinks to arrive, they engaged in easy conversation, their laughter mingling with the smooth melodies of the jazz band. The anticipation of the evening ahead filled them with a sense of excitement and anticipation, eager to unwind and enjoy each other's company in this cozy setting.

As Michael and his two companions emerged from the back of the lounge, his commanding presence drew the attention of those around him. With purposeful strides, he made his way across the room, his gaze fixed on Whitney and Saint.

Spotting them at the bar, Michael's lips curved into a warm smile, a glint of recognition shining in his eyes. He approached them with confidence, nodding to his guards, who respectfully withdrew to give him space.

"Whitney, Saint," Michael greeted them warmly, his voice smooth and velvety. "What a pleasant surprise to see you both here."

As Whitney sipped on her lemonade, a flicker of shyness washed over her, momentarily quieting her usual playful demeanor. She glanced up at Michael through lowered lashes, a hint of uncertainty clouding her features.

Meanwhile, Saint extended his hand, shaking Michael's with a firm grip. "We're celebrating cause we just finished signing Nippy," he explained, a note of pride evident in his voice.

Michael's smile widened at the news, genuine warmth shining in his eyes. "Congratulations," he said sincerely, his tone filled with admiration. "I have no doubt that this partnership will be a success."

Saint grinned, giving Whitney a playful nudge on the shoulder. "We have you to thank, don't we?" he remarked, a teasing glint in his eye.

Whitney chuckled, feeling the weight of Saint's gaze on her. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs and adjusting her posture to face Michael more directly, her body language open and inviting.

"Yes, thank you," she said, her voice soft as she turned to Michael, who leaned casually against the bar, his eyes lingering appreciatively on her. As she spoke, she reached out to adjust the strap of her purse, her fingers grazing lightly against the smooth leather.

With a gracious smile, Michael nodded in acknowledgment, his own body language mirroring Whitney's openness. He straightened slightly, his posture confident yet relaxed as he leaned closer, his attention fully focused on her.

"Well, since you're celebrating at my lounge tonight, the meal's on the house for both of you," he said smoothly, his voice carrying a hint of flirtation.

With a charming smile, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small laminated card, adorned with his personal contact information. He slid it across the bar towards Whitney with a subtle flourish, their fingers brushing momentarily as she accepted it. His gaze lingering on her with a hint of admiration.

Whitney's heart fluttered at the intimate gesture, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins as she tucked the card into her purse with a knowing smile.

"Thank you, Michael," she replied, her voice tinged with warmth. "That's very generous of you."

"Enjoy your evening, you two," he said, his tone filled with genuine warmth. "And congratulations again on the partnership. I have a feeling great things are in store for all of us."

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