Meeting With A Crazy Guy

LUCILLE

He drove a blue Mercedes Benz to the mall. When we got there it was as if the clock stopped for us.

The passersby, the people who were coming out of the mall, and the people who were just going into the mall, all halted their actions to ogle over Ramsey's look and I guess his expensive car too. 

Now looking at him closely and patiently, I found out he was really good-looking. I pinched myself secretly and mumbled, "You are so daft, Lucille.  How can you call a man like him ugly and old? You must be so engrossed in your revenge," 

He had a broad shoulder and a chest. His head was round shaped and his hair was neatly and lowly cut. I can't call him white because he was creamy in complexion. His 36 sets of teeth were arranged immaculately and they were glittering as he instructed Francis on the phone. OMG! I forgot to mention his round lips. They weren't either big or small and the pinkish color was making him look so sexy and appealing to the eyes. 

He carried himself with grace and eloquence as we walked into the mall. His face was so calm and he was emitting a serene aura. Anyone who sees him wouldn't ever think he would be so crazy. Even I was finding it difficult to believe he was the same man I fought with some minutes ago. 

The whisperings of the people got me out of my lost state. Some were cursing me under their breath and some were so courageous to say it out loud. They were all so angry to see me walking beside a handsome and rich man like him. My dirty dress was also adding to the insults. I looked homeless and classless. 

We got into the mall and went straight to a popular designer's shop.

She was popular but only the people with more than enough fortune could afford her editions and collections. 

   "You are highly welcome, Mr. Rowe," The designer gave him a warm welcome. She was all smiling and her cheekbones were adding to her beautiful smile. 

  "She needs a change of clothes," Ramsey said with an emotionless face. I could only care less because I was already captivated by the dresses in the store. Designer K is really who she thinks she is. 

  "Okay! I will...," Designer K wanted to talk but he cut her off. 

  "Give her that," He pointed to a dress. 

I stopped marveling at the collections in the store and concentrated on the dress he chose. It was a short, sleeveless dress. The front will reveal some part of the cleavage and the back is revealing. 

My eyes blinked countlessly. I kneaded my brows with my fingertips and turned to him. 

  "You do not expect me to wear that to a meeting right?" I asked. 

It was so obvious that the dress was for clubbing.

  "I do not remember telling you we are going anywhere different from meeting my client," He responded nonchalantly. His eyes were looking innocent. I almost lifted my hands to punch him. I extremely wanted to reset his sensory organs. 

   "Are you crazy? Do I look like a whore who would wear a thin dress like this anywhere?" 

  "You cannot tell me what to do with my money," He retorted, raising his voice. 

  "Then, Mr. Rich, hold your money and I will wear this dirty and embarrassing gown to the meeting," I blurted, rolling my eyes with no care. 

Designer K was perplexed and wondering about the kind of relationship we shared. 

  "You are crazy," He let out. He was mute for some seconds, "Get her a proper dress. Also, bring all the limited editions you have here to my place. Make sure they are her size," 

  "Good boy!" I said and patted him. That was my first time touching him and I intentionally did that to get him upset. 

As expected, he sneered and jerked my hands away. 

  "Do you want me to break your hands?" He asked. 

I scoffed and pulled out my tongue. "Pained ass! You can try," 

He gritted his teeth angrily and looked away. 

  "Mr. Ramsey, is she your wife?" Designer K inquired. She had almost laughed her organ out because of her acts and couldn't stop herself from asking. 

  "Never! I would rather remain single,"  He retorted almost immediately. 

I wasn't expecting him to regard me as his wife either. 

  "Nobody would ever settle for a crazy jerk like you," 

  "Lucille!" He called, springing up. 

  "Ramsey Rowe!" I called back. 

After fighting tirelessly like a cat and a rat, we left the mall to his company. I was adorned in a pair of yellow pants, a white inner blouse, and a yellow blazer on it. I wore a pair of silver block heels and was holding a silver purse to match it. 

The dressing was making me radiate a powerful heiress aura and I loved that. Truthfully, money was one of the most important things in life. It was indeed the root of all evil. 

Imagine how a broken girl like me turned into an imaginary heiress overnight. 

I haven't called Jackie since the previous night. I was sure she must have seen the news and would be very worried. I mentally told myself to call her after the meeting. My life has been full of dramas since yesterday. First, it was Noah and Rosemary. Now, it was this crazy rich dude. 

I almost wet my pants when I realized he owned the biggest electronic company in England. It was just an electronic company, they invented cars and other stress reliever gadgets. 

 RR company has really made living easy for the people of England. 

  "Is.. is... Is this your company?" I asked and he nodded arrogantly. 

I couldn't complain. Anyone would be proud to have a successful and top company like his. 

I followed him into his company. The same thing that happened at the mall, repeated itself in his company. However, I heard more praises than curses this time. 

We took the private elevator which stopped us on the President's Floor. As wide and large as the floor was, it was only his office and the conference hall that was situated there. Without being biased, it was heavenly. 

Francis met us on the way and took us to the conference hall, where the meeting would take place. 

I was astounded to find more people in the hall. I thought he said it was only his client. 

Everyone, except the German client, stood up when we walked in and they only sat back when Ramsey had settled down. 

  "The meeting will start now," Francis announced and the meeting commenced. 

I spoke eloquently with the German clients and also summarized what they said to others. After 2 hours of speaking and speaking. They signed the document and awarded the contract to RR company. 

Everyone, except me, was shocked. They didn't expect the German clients to sign the documents on the same day. 

They thought I would have difficulty in changing their mind and convincing them to trust RR company with their funds but I proved them wrong. 

Well, that wasn't my plan. I didn't even know what everything was all about, I was only doing my thing and it worked. 

They shook hands and the meeting was adjourned. 

The board members couldn't stop singing my praises after the Germans left. They congratulated Ramsey and commended his efforts too. 

I was proud. Now I understand what it feels like to be proud of oneself. 

  "That was a nice job!" Ramsey let out in a low voice as soon as we walked into his office. I slumped onto one of his chairs in the visitor's corner, removed my heels, and flung my purse to wherever. 

  "What did you just say?" I intentionally asked, trying to make him repeat his statement. 

  "You are crazy," He replied. 

   "That's not what to say to somebody who made you a zillionaire," I leaned my head backward and heaved a sigh of relief. My throat hurt from talking too much. 

   "You are...," He wanted to say something but someone barged into his office, and the remaining words were swallowed back. 

   "I heard of your victory, Ramsey. You have made the family proud once again," A man stormed toward him. 

There was something about that voice. I have heard it before. It was so familiar and it sounded like it was my favorite voice. 

 Ramsey Rowe chuckled jestingly. "I don't remember being a member of your family, Noah," His face was sternly laced. 

Noah! Noah!! Noah!!! " The name rang in my head. The name and the voice.