Send Flowers

Hazel suddenly felt thirsty; she filled a glass of water and drank it at once. Coyle got his answer from her expression.

“Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?” Coyle asked, and Hazel’s gaze was on her toes. Did she still think of Max Wilson?

“I don't care about him,” she muttered. He hadn't crossed her mind ever since she got married.

**

Meanwhile, it was already 10 a.m., and the big central hall was decorated so professionally—glass prestigious chairs, the big long table on the stage, and also businessmen who shared a conversation amongst each other.

Jude explained to the CEO of TradTech, Mr. Sim, that Coyle couldn't show up because of some emergencies; however, he was here to represent Coyle.

“Mr. Anderson must be a very busy man; he never shows up.” Mr. Sim chuckled, and Jude nodded apologetically.

“He told me to send him an email of everything that goes on here; it proves he is very interested in this conference,” Jude explained, and this made Mr. Sim happy; he was building a very advanced type of technology and needed all the investments he could get.

Jude was led to the seat designed for Coyle; he sat and took out his notebook, ready to jot down everything.

Soon, the event started, and he was so focused that he didn't notice the lady by the opposite staring at him.

“I can’t believe Coyle Anderson is this handsome." Mia had a wide smile; she had asked countless times from the host, who kept assuring her that the seat over there was for Coyle Anderson.

So when she saw Jude walk to the seat, she knew at once that he was Coyle Anderson.

“And he is so focused; does he take business that seriously?” Mia chuckled; she breathed heavily and decided to grab something about the conference so she could talk about it with him later.

The conference presentation was finally over, and Mr. Sim kept staring at Jude anxiously. He was told whatever pleased Mr. Anderson’s assistant also had a fifty percent chance of pleasing Mr. Anderson.

“Any questions?” he asked through the mic, and the other businessmen available kept asking questions, and Jude had a frown.

“So much tech potential but no business sense,” he sighed heavily.

“If Mr. Anderson was present, he would have left already." Jude thought of how much Coyle hated wasting his time; he raised his hand, and the hall suddenly became quiet. Mr. Sim has been waiting for his question like forever.

“I am not interested in knowing how technology functions; I know enough to survive,” he stated, and Mr. Sim loosed his tie.

“What interests me is the money; they say put your money where it’s worth. Maybe at your next conference, you could talk about that.”

Mr. Sim understood at once that they were giving him a last chance; he had no plans of organizing a different conference, but now he had to.

Jude stood up and walked out of the hall with Mia behind him.

“Mr. Anderson,” she called, but he didn't stop.

“Mr. Anderson,” she called again, and Jude stopped on his tracks. He turned to find a lady dressed in an elegant business suit with her hair held in a ponytail.

Mia stopped before him with a smile before she extended her hand. “Hello, I am Mia Johnson, art director of Apex.”

Jude stared at her hand for a while and raised a brow. “So?”

He knew the lady had mistaken him for Coyle and was probably trying to seduce him; he had seen many ladies try to do that.

“I just had a few questions about the conference. Can we have coffee while we talk?” She asked with a wide smile, and Jude sighed heavily.

“You could ask the organizers, if you will excuse me,” he said, turning on his heels and leaving. Mia had an even wider smile.

“Seems he isn't very social,” she smiled and returned to her car and drove back to Apex.

She hurried in and asked Hazel to follow her to the office. “Hazel, Hazy..." Mia had a very excited look.

“Mia, why do you look so happy?” Hazel asked curiously before Mia sat on her chair and swirled it around.

“I met Coyle Anderson,” she said excitedly, and Hazel's throat suddenly dried up.

“You did?”

“Hmm, he is all about business, you know.” She had an excited look and stood up, walked to the window, and reminisced on the conference.

“The conference was very interesting; I think the organizers planned to woo in investors by explaining how good the technology they were to create was, and I could see the looks on those businessmen faces; they were all lured in... except Coyle Anderson, of course,” Mia explained with a satisfied tone. She was very satisfied with Coyle Anderson.

“Why?” Hazel questioned, and Mia walked to her.

“He wasn't interested in the technology at all; all he wanted to know was the business part of it, so baddass... He is so hot.”

Hazel nodded; she had to agree with the part that he was hot and also very handsome; she still can’t believe it’s her husband.

“I told him my name,” Mia added.

“I have some work for you, Hazel." Mia retracted a pen and wrote some stuff before she took out a dollar note and handed it to Hazel with the money.

“Get a flower bouquet from the shop, then write down Mia Johnson on the card and make sure it gets to Coyle Anderson,” she explained, and Hazel was confused.

Was she supposed to deliver flowers from another woman to her husband?

"Mia, I can't." That was a lot; she couldn't do that.

“I understand, it’s so hard to send a parcel to Coyle Anderson.”

Hazel shook her head in denial; that was not the case; she just didn't want Mia sending flowers to her husband.

"So I have another idea." Mia’s eyes lit up like a bulb; she just got the perfect idea.

“I need Coyle Anderson’s home address, and I will personally get it,” she winked at Hazel before she picked up some files to resume work.

“You can leave and also keep the cash.”

Hazel dropped the money on Mia’s desk before she walked out angrily; she was very annoyed that she just wanted to hit something right now.

“Why is she so obsessed with him?” She growled angrily and took out her phone and stared at Coyle’s number for a while.

Then she decided to send him a message, but what was she going to say? She just felt like texting him but had nothing to say.

Her gaze moved to the clock, and it was past noon, so she typed.

[Did you have lunch already?]

After sending the message, she felt all nervous if he was going to reply or find her message a bother.