Person: Zadara Coleman
Date & Time : September 11th, 2027 @ 7:08 a.m
Location ; Paris, France
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A local diner was my first destination of the day. Mr. August woken me out of my sleep just to get espresso and crepes. I didn't have a appetite for any food. I had an appetite for a reason why we are always meeting somewhere, at different times and places without the rest of EFX Companies.
My attire was all over the place. Dingy sweatpants. White, wrinkled, stained from grease t-shirt. Department store brand sneakers and a messy ponytail that is probably nappy. Last but not least my prescription glasses.
"May I ask why we're here?"
"Aren't you hungry? You'll be needing it for today."
"No, I'm fine."
"Well, since you don't want to eat, we will not take breaks until I am done doing what I have to do."
"I'm sorry but what are you talking about? I am very confused."
"Since you are my assistant, I expect you to look your best but it seems like that hasn't happened. I am giving you the opportunity to come with me on a shopping spree to a new wardrobe."
"Mr. August, I don't have a good taste in clothing anymore. I go to the store, get whatever fits and leave with without thinking twice about it."
"That's your problem. Nobody should just throw on anything and be done! I can't stand to look at you majority of the time."
"That's pretty harsh."
"I can be less harsh if you put more effort, lets balance this out. 50/50?"
Seems fair. If this unexpected shopping spree was to help me get on my bosses good side by just wearing some designer heels and coordinated clothing, I am absolutely not hesitating.
I'm up for the challenge.
"Fine, I'll do it. Under one condition..."
"What is it?"
"I won't wear anything that makes me look raunchy."
"This is strictly business we're speaking of. If your slightly interested in the raunchiness, I wouldn't mind, I could use an extra client or two that'll be reeled in."
He stood up and stood his ground strongly. He unbuttoned his two first buttons after putting on his coat, exposing a bare, caramel chest that could possibly feel like silk.
"Are you ready?" My boss asked me. I nodded and starting to walk towards the door leading to outside.
"Ready whenever you are."
He led the way through the streets we walked. Being still tired from last night, I yawned deeply as I followed after Mr. August.
We rode in a luxury cab for 30 minutes or so until the driver stopped. I got out on the side that the sidewalk was on, Mr. August was in upcoming traffic, demanding me to hurry before the cars pass us. We crossed the street safely and went into our first store. The population was little to none excluding us two. The owner, Caucasian, French, black bob with a short bang and oversized glasses came towards us. She spoke French which I didn't understand. However, Mr. August did. He was fluently speaking with the foreign woman as she guided us to an exclusive rack of designs.
They had more dialogue on the side as I drifted off.
...
"Come on out."
"I don't think you'll like it. It's pretty tight."
"We have the whole day to experiment. If this doesn't turn out then on to the next one."
She took a couple deep breathes and made sure that her confidence was up to a level where she can hide her fragile emotions.
Zadara pulled back the velvet curtain and walked out. Mr. August was leaning against the marble archway at the opening of the dressing rooms. She turned to face him, he just stared in silence.
"Turn around." She obeyed like a dog to its owner. She spun around at least twice before he said stop. Zadara was now facing the mirror. Her heart beaded so much that she thought it was going to explode. She panicked even more when Mr. August smoothly strolled to her. "It's perfection." He whispered in her ear, making her shiver a little.
He chuckled under his breath, teasing me once again which never fails.
"Problem?"
"No, I-I...I just never dressed this provocative before. I just want to tone it down a lot." The bandage dress was a bit too much for Zadara but she didn't she what Mr. August had seen.
Confidence.
"The reason why you don't like dressing up is because your low self-esteem. If you just go for it, it would be less painful when people criticize you because you already know you're the shit."
"I haven't dressed up decently in years, ever since my father died I've been covered to protect myself."
"Protect yourself from what?"
"Fear."
"Fear of what? Letting yourself go?"
"Fear of letting myself be someone that would do things that would cover my emotions but would only make things worse. Being a virgin just gives me a reminder that I still have something to live for and not for anybody else to take advantage of just because they want it." She shed multiple tears. August wasn't the best at comforting woman when they cry. He wasn't taught the proper way to approach a woman. He doesn't even know how to apologize, putting his pride aside. Instead of struggling to find a way to make a difference between the two, she sucked up her tears. She apologized for being so emotional and went to go try something else on.
By the end of the day, she had a whole new wardrobe, to her liking and comfortability. She loves every piece she decided to pick out and can't wait to show it off. She had dinner with Mr. August and learned more about him. His personality is the way it is because of how his father treated his mother. He doesn't know any better which gives him no choice but to do what he wants, however he wants.
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Back at the hotel, Zadara received roses from her boss in a way to give her the boost of happiness. He left a note, just his name to make she knew who it was from.
She decided to make a trip to his suite, more like penthouse on the top floor. She pressed the transparent button and a elevator opened, waiting for her arrival. Zadara pressed another button to the highest floor of the whole building. She was nervous but it was only right to thank him.
Zadara carefully stepped off the elevator and walked down the long hallway to the one and only penthouse. She knocked on the creme door softly. 30 seconds went by and she started to think he was sleep. She began to walk away when the door opened.
"Coleman?" A deep voice she can recognize anywhere called out to her.
"Hello, sir. Did I wake you?"
"No, I was in the middle of some business. You can come in if you want to."
"Thank you, it would only take a second."
He guided her to the beautiful living room with luxurious furniture. He sat on the edge of the couch, biting into an red apple he had in his hand when he opened the door.
"Would is that you need to tell me?"
"Did you send me roses earlier today?"
"Yes, did you like them?"
I rocked side to side, nervous."Yes, I do."
"Good." He took another huge bite of the apple.
"May I ask why?"
"I felt bad for you, which is rare that that I ever feel bad for a person, a female at the least."
We suddenly heard a door open behind us. I turned around as August looked forward. It's was two women. White and blonde. Their attire was lacy and sheer with curly hair. "Chresanto. When are you coming back to bed? We're waiting for you." They took turns to talk. Their eyes then turned to me. "Is she another party? We can use her and make it a foursome."
I was absolutely disgusted and extremely uncomfortable. "I'll talk you at another time, I'm a little tired anyways. Thanks for the roses by the way."
"Awww, you can't take us on? Too bad, we could've make you feel nice."
One of the girls stated but Zadara was weirded out. They didn't know that she was an innocent virgin. August didn't make a word, deep on the inside he was hoping to get her in with them and their sexual activities. Obviously, that wish didn't come true. She left without looking back or replying.
She had started to have naive feelings towards a man that doesn't have none unless he is guilty of something.
Sex was his only escape.
Her feelings wasn't as important as she thought they were until she realized, there is no chance to attempt to make him change his ways...