She Needs A Crown

Hazel walked back to the kitchen when Tasha asked, “Was it Coyle?”

"Hmm," was Hazel’s brief reply before she served the coffee in two coffee cups.

“And why do you look sad? Having a couple fight?” Tasha asked and was quick to stop Hazel from answering.

“I don't want to hear anything about couples.”

Hazel burst out in laughter before she decided to rub it in Tasha’s face. “Do you know how romantic business people are?” Hazel asked, and Tasha rolled her eyes.

“I have to go see my parents or else they will cause a scene. Go tell your romance story to someone else.” Tasha hurriedly picked up her purse and car keys before she hurried to her car.

"Tasha,” Hazel called, but her crazy friend had already driven out.

Meanwhile, at the St. Elusive restaurant, which was known for its tranquility and also privacy, Jude sat in one of the private ends as he sipped his wine and read the technology article, trying to make sure Coyle was on the right track about extending a partnership offer to Tradtech.

The clicking sound of heels interrupted him, which stopped before him. With a frown, he looked up to find Mia before him.

She was dressed in a short black gown, and a smile plastered on her face. "Hello, Mr. Anderson,” Mia smiled at him, and he felt like banging his head hard on the table.

He didn't need a magician to tell him how irritating this lady was, so he ignored her and kept reading the article when she sat opposite him.

“I already read that article; On page 3, you will see the setbacks of Tradtech, like they never paid taxes and all,” she explained, and Jude flipped to page 3, and it was indeed about the setbacks.

“And page seven talks about the past investments made in the company.”

Jude flipped the pages to page seven before he closed it and stared at her. “What do you want?” he asked; she obviously wasn't here to tell him about the article.

“I know everything about Tradtech and also about Anderson Group; I think Apex is the best company to handle the advertising of their technologies,” she explained, and Jude chuckled.

A minute ago, he thought she was smart, but she proved him wrong. One thing that attracted him to women was their smartness, and his fiancee had that quality; maybe that’s why he is still stuck with her even when she doesn't give a fuck about him.

“I know you will tell me that you are not the right person I am to talk with and also that you only wish to invest in one of Tradtech’s products, which is still in development,” Mia explained before she leaned closer.

“But you are Coyle Anderson, the best investor in the country. You are the god of business, so if you try to think deeply into my proposal,. You will realize we both have something to gain.”

Jude sighed frustratedly. “I am not Coyle Anderson,” he blurted, and Mia clenched her fist.

“Will you deny your identity just to push me away?” She snorted and quickly replaced the snort on her face with a smile.

“Listen…”

“In the business deal you are trying to make, only your company stands to gain... Coyle Anderson doesn't deal with women who think they can outsmart him,” Jude stated before he stood up to leave. When Mia grabbed his hand, tears had formed in her eyes, and she had a desperate look.

“I spent sleepless nights researching on this; shouldn't you at least give me a test and see if I am capable?” 

Jude pulled his hand away from her. “What’s your name?” he asked as he had forgotten her name.

“Mia Johnson, art director of Apex,” she replied in one go when Jude thought for a while that was the company Hazel worked for.

“See you later,” Jude replied before he left, and Mia burst out in excitement.

“He said see you later.” She couldn't keep in her excitement and kept making dance movements when her phone rang.

It was the person she had appointed to always tell her about Jude’s location; she couldn't believe the time and money she was putting in place just to be Coyle Anderson’s bride.

“Hello?” Mia said once the call got connected. “Thanks for the tips today,” she added.

**

Hazel was getting bored with waiting for the designer; she was tense at the same time because it would be her first time going to a ball with Coyle, more like her first time going to a ball.

“Mrs. Earlton,” Sharon walked in with some people behind her; there was an elderly lady who was dressed in a long blue gown, and she had a bright smile.

“Oh my, I knew Curly’s wife would be so cute.” The lady hurried to Hazel and hugged her tightly. Hazel was confused. Who was Curly, and who was this woman?

"Hello, my dear, I am Pearl. You must have heard of me,” she introduced, and Hazel shook her head in denial; she definitely has not heard of her.

Pearl stared at Sharon, who hurried towards Hazel. “She is the top designer in the country and also Mr. Anderson’s godmother,” Sharon explained, and Hazel had an apologetic look.

“I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine, dear; Curly must not have told you about me. Well, tonight isn't about me but about you; we are here to make you more beautiful,” Pearl explained before she turned to the ladies behind her who pushed the racks of clothes forward and displayed them for Hazel’s view. She was amazed.

Never had she seen so many beautiful clothes in the same place. “I know, you are mesmerized... chose one quickly and get dressed; the ball starts soon.”

Hazel was in turmoil; what was she going to choose? They all looked so pretty and also very expensive.

“Umm, can you please choose?" Hazel had a pleading look, and Pearl nodded. She inspected Hazel, who had the body of a model and also the most innocent face she had ever seen.

“You will definitely look more beautiful than Sommer,” Pearl chuckled, and Hazel raised a brow.

“Sommer?” she asked, and Pearl nodded; she knew how clingy Sommer was with Coyle. Ever since their childhood, Sommer has always dreamt of a life with Coyle, and she was also a very classic model, always stealing the limelight at every ball. It seems this year will be different.

“Yes, you know her?”

Hazel shook her head in denial; apart from the name, face, and also arrogance, she knew nothing about Sommer.

“Can you please choose me the best outfit?” Hazel asked; she felt she was in a competition ring and had already won, so all she needed was a crown.