My hands with more urgency tugged at his pants, making them loose. Everything went by in a blissful matter and I forgot everything, Seattle, my principles and most of all my boyfriend.
Isabel Martin had everything, success, confidence, and a great...
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"What do you mean we lost the client?" I almost screamed at my assistant while knowing it wasn't her fault. Her voice seemed so little almost like a whisper. "Do they need more time?" The hesitation she took to answer told me all I needed to know. They didn't need more time; they just dropped their account.
" Hmph. Give me time to dress I'll be there in a few. In the meantime would you mind contacting Mr. Noshimouri? I guess we'll go with him. " Walking from my apartment to the garage below only took a couple of minutes. Within minutes I was in the black Audi r8, dad has gotten it for. Came as quite a shock, my father never wanted me to drive fast cars. Seattle was a busy city, the reason why I choose to live here. I loved the ambition it gave people, the drive that pushed them every day. Downside although to living here is the traffic and sometimes annoying downpour.
"Great, now I am stuck in traffic. What else could possibly go wrong? " Trying to avoid traffic, by all means, I took the left turn giving the motorcyclists the opportunity to dent my car from his right.
"No, I can't believe this. " I said, stepping out of the car to observe the damage done and find out if a cab will be needed.
" I am so sorry; I know a mechanic this can be fixed in no time." The guy apologizing had a faint British accent about him, roughly around six foot five, blue eyes that might sparkle in the night sky.
"Well, do you also have an ophthalmologist? Cause you need one how could you not see me? " It was a reflex, perhaps a coping mechanism but sarcasm was always the best defense I had.
"Would you like a ride? Cause it might take a while for your cab to get here."
" I am not getting on your motorcycle. Here is my cab, by the way, try not to run into someone." I said getting into the bright yellow vehicle when he tried blocking the door with his hand.
" I do not have your contact." I raised an eyebrow as to question why he would need it " For the mechanic, you know, to fix the dent."
"Right, I can take care of it you don't have to worry."
"Least I can do." He said.
It was a chance that I took. In case it fell through I was already scheming in my head what kind of mechanic I might need.
I handed him the black silver card that had company's name, mine, and cell phone number on it. "Good day, Isabel Martin." He said "Good day, " I lingered trying to recall his name which I didn't get, "James."
"Right good day James." Jensen Ackles as James
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