Doomed!

Chapter Ten.

 

Diana's POV 

 

*Few Days After*

 

*The Hotel Launching Day*

 

It has been up to five days since Ryan and I talked like normal human beings. Ever since I punctured his car, which was not my fault. He was the one who started it first.

 

I actually thought he was going to devour me that morning after he came back to work, but he didn't. He just shouted and couldn't do anything else. 

 

It was not like he was going to hit me with something. The highest he could do to me was to punish me with a lot of work, and he didn't do that.

 

"Ma'am, you wanted to confirm if all the guests were invited." One of the hotel workers came to inform me. 

 

"Yeah yeah!" He led the way, and I made sure to confirm through the hotel system. I rub my palm together after seeing that was okay

 

"What about the art pieces? Where are they? They should have arrived here already." I rubbed my hand against my forehead, waiting for the art pieces to arrive. 

 

"The art pieces arrived already, ma'am." One of the workers came to inform me, making me rush out of the newly built hotel.

"You should take it gently, and make sure nothing happens to the pieces." I warned them as they brought down the painting from the truck and then carried it inside the hotel.

All the art pieces together are worth more than 20 million dollars. They were just more than paintings; they had a lot of meaning. They made sure to empty the truck, while I also confirmed if the pieces were all complete.

 

"Ma'am, you were told to sign this." Elsie brought a document for me to sign, and I did it immediately.

 

"You should also have this. You have been working all day." She handed a bottle of water to me with a huge smile on her face.

 

"Thank you very much." I collected the cup of water while I sighed after I was done drinking.

 

"Are the art pieces placed in the right places already?" I inquired, not wanting to make any mistakes today.

 

Apart from the fact that I was doing the work for Ryan, The thing I do avoid is making mistakes. I love everything being perfect. Ryan most he impressed by all the work I did here.

 

"Yes! We are just waiting for the arrival of the guests right now." She answered me. The cool breeze hit my body right outside, and I wanted to stay here for a while.

 

I loved the feeling.

 

"Is that not Mr. Ryan's car?" She called my attention to a scar coming from above, with a lot of convoys. 

 

Why would he bring a lot of convoys along with him? It's not like he would be getting kidnapped or something, or maybe he just wanted the attention.

 

Someone stepped down to open the door to his car, and then he stepped down from the car. The paparazzi were right there, and they kept on taking pictures of him.

He adjusted his suit, and then looked around the surroundings. Our eyes met accidentally, and we proceeded to walk right into the hotel.

One can easily get to tell that he was putting on a limited suit which can be very expensive. Some of the female workers who were there wouldn't stop staring at him.

I wondered what their reaction would be if they could get to find out that I was once married to him, and I was currently living with him. I guess they would hate me to the core.

 

"He has this strong aura surrounding him." Elsie admired. Strong aura, my foot. The guests started arriving one after the other, while their identities were confirmed.

 

Elsie was with me throughout this process. Maybe she wasn't bad after all. I didn't kik her the first day I saw her because we had a lot of things in common.

 

We entered back into the hotel while we walked at the back of the guests who were taking a tour around the hotel. This would be one of the best hotels in the whole of America after a few months; stuff like this was very easy to predict.

 

The guests admired the artwork. Ryan did great work picking the artwork that would be in the hotel.

 

"Do you like Ryan?" Elsie whispered, making me chuckle slightly. I thought she was joking, not until when I looked at her, and saw that she was really serious about it.

 

"What do you mean by that? Why do you say that? There is no way I would like him." Ryan was my ex, and he left me when I needed him the most.

 

"You have been staring at him ever since he arrived. You shouldn't make it that obvious." She stated this, and then I looked at her and scoffed.

 

If only she knew the past we had together.

 

"There is one thing I am very sure about, and that is me not falling for Ryan." I mentioned clearing the air.

 

"It sounds like the both of you are acquainted. You speak about him so casually." She mentioned.

 

Why was she so bothered by that fact? 

 

"Are you sure this painting is real?" One of the guests questioned distracting the both of us

 

"I think we have more matters to attend to." I walked forward, leaving her right alone at the back.

 

"What do you mean by that, sir? All the paintings brought to this place are authentic. It was directly from the artists." Ryan replied to the guest with a huge smile on his face.

The smile was fake!

 

"The person who made this painting is my friend, and this was not the exact way it looked." The guest complained causing an uproar amongst the remaining guests.

Thank goodness the paparazzi didn't get to enter the hotel.

 

"Sir! I think you must be wrong. I was the one who was in charge of the painting, and I made sure to contact the artist myself." I told the guest.

 

"You can check if it is real or fake instead of the argument. There is no way a hotel as big as this would provide fake art knowing that might terminate their reputation." Another one of the guests stated, while the other agreed

 

A professional was called to check if the arts were fake, and everywhere was quiet as we all waited for the results.

 

"It turned out that it had been tampered with. The edges aren't supposed to be this way. The paint doesn't have quality just like the real one." The professional mentioned making me scoff.

 

There was an uproar among the guests. I knew that I would be the one to blame for what just happened, even though I didn't even know what was going on right now.

 

The professional went ahead to confirm everything, and it turned out that it was also fake. 

 

"That wasn't possible. I made sure to check, and I confirmed myself." I tried to oppose what he said, but my eyes met with Ryan, and he shot daggers.

 

He looked like he was going to kill me around this time.

 

"I'm so sorry for the inconveniences these might have caused. There must have been someone who tampered with the artwork when they were being transported. We have the artist's signature, showing we bought the paintings from them." Ryan tried to assure them.

 

"Yes! I have their signature." I mentioned this while I hurried out of the room and went to the room where I left my iPad. I searched for the document I saved on it, but I couldn't find it.

 

"Where the fuck is it?" I asked myself as I kept on scrolling, but I still couldn't find it.

 

"Did someone touch my iPad?"

 

I'm doomed.