My Lovely Bastard's

Wait

Zack's long fingers continued to knock on the table in tandem with the sound of the wall clock, his face staring at the office phone restlessly. Two days, it's been two days that Cassey hasn't entered the office.

Zack was worried that the bad thoughts that had been raging in his brain since two days ago would happen. It's possible, even very likely that Cassey canceled his contract. As Zack is convinced, Cassey's money is more than enough to pay the contract cancellation fine.

When the phone rang immediately Zack picked it up,

"Mrs. Heaton has arrived sir,"

"Let him in my room" Zack held back the relief that seemed to burst in his heart, he cleared his throat to calm down.

The door of his room opened, the sound of the knocking of high heels with the floor filled his silent room. Zack stared in amazement at Cassey, but was also furious at one side seeing too much of Cassey's clothes showing her smooth skin.



Without permission, Cassey sat himself on a long sofa in front of Zack's desk, where Zack stood about to move to the sofa in front of him.

"Stay right there," Zack stopped his movement to push the chair,

"What?" Zack felt wrong to hear, though,

Cassey governs himself in his own office?

As Zack was about to protest, Cassey removed his sunglasses. Folding it, cross-seeked Zack with his chin raised

"I don't like being close to men, let alone just us in this room. So keep talking like this. Or there won't be any talk at all." Zack's forehead wrinkled unhappily, yet he sat back in his chair.

"I heard that your company's stock has dropped quite drastically due to the previous designer scandal, and that's why I'm announcing our partnership."

"You announcing? Aren't you keeping your identity a secret?"

"I posted the news on my social media account, now it's your turn to confirm the news to reporters. I just uploaded it this morning,"

Shortly after Zack's phone vibrated, several messages came in. Some of his colleagues, and some of the businessmen he knew.

Cassey nodded, crossing his legs.

"I'll only come when the big events are related to the red carpet and comeback, besides I'll only come if necessary. Bringing clothes for stage costumes for example."

"Can't be," Cassey turned his head, staring at Zack.

"Didn't I just be the designer of Andreas Kim and Kareen Brown?!" Cassey protested in a high tone, upset? Sure oes. Considering he was in one space with Zack alone had made his brain and heart boil. He doesn't like it, though,

"You didn't read in detail?" Cassey was silent, but still looked at Zack in annoyance. Indeed, he only read it briefly, it would be embarrassing if he asked Zack's question after his words earlier, right?

Zack sighed, looking for something on the paper piled up on his desk. Then opened a chocolate map, which Cassey thought was his contract.

"It's clearly written that you're handling all the artists in the agency, but most importantly Andreas and Kareen. Since they were the main artists of this agency," Zack pointed at a few lines of the paper, Cassey stuck out his head for a bit. And sit back straight looking ahead,

"It's enough, isn't it? There's still a lot I'm gonna do, see my new workspace one of them." Cassey's standing up,

"I'll show you," Zack stood up, following Cassey who was about to walk out.

"I just need your secretary, Mr. Maxwell, I know you're busy." Cassey's holding the doorknob, though,

"Cassey, can we talk to you for a second?"

Cassey froze, not just because of Zack's pleading tone. But because Zack also held back his right hand that was about to open the door. Cassey's jaw is hardened,

"Don't I remind you Mr. Maxwell, I'm not comfortable with other people let alone physical contact. Can release?"

Zack's heart throbbed in pain hearing the cold tones of every word that slid from Cassey's plum lips,

"I want to straighten something out,"

"This is Mr. Maxwell's office, I know you're a professional. Take off my hand right now, "Zack looked at Cassey's back wryly, not wanting to argue. Zack released the grip of his hand, though,

Cassey quickly opened the door, stepping out of Zack's way without looking back.

****

"Mrs. Heaton?!"

Cassey jumped in surprise, she smiled shyly at her secretary Zack.

"Are you sick?" the secretary looked at Cassey worriedly, making Cassey feel guilty. The secretary explained at length about his room, but foolishly he daydreamed.

"Then how do we talk while having lunch at the cafe not far from here." Cassey nodded, after all she was hungry too.

Since this morning he could only drink water, because his mind and heart were in turmoil. Too worried about Zack this morning,

"Ah, we have not yet met directly. I'm Rebecca Lewis, you can call me Becca. I'm Mr. Maxwell's secretary," Cassey welcomed Becca's hand,

"Cassey, Cassey Heaton."

"I've never heard of your name in fashion," Cassey laughed, Becca scratching her nape feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to put you down. It's just Mr. Maxwell is a very picky person, just a week ago he exploded to find a new designer. But after that he calmed down, until you showed up this morning."

"Nothing, I use a pseudonym in fashion." Becca stared at Cassey from top to bottom,

"Wow, I admit you're a great designer." They laughed together,

"Can you find a chair? I'll order, what do you want?" Cassey stopped, biting her lower lip.

"Fruit salad and orange juice," Becca nodded,

Cassey circulated his gaze, he was quite amazed by the interior of this cafe. Simple but impressed glamour,

He stepped towards the large glass-covered table, Cassey gazing at the bustling Las Vegas street. It's lunchtime, maybe because of that a lot of people are passing by on the sidewalk.

Along the way around the cafe there are many skyscrapers, office buildings.

"It's your fruit salad and orange juice," Becca put the fruit salad and orange juice right in front of her, then put the hamburger and cola on her sidebar.

"You on a diet?" Cassey nodded, Becca looked at Cassey in disbelief.

"Your body is that small, you still want to be small again?! That's already ideal." Cassey chuckled, though,

"It's not like it's smaller, it's just that since landing here I started eating fatty things and haven't had time to exercise, it's just in case." Becca shook her head in surprise,

"You're the first time you've been to LV?" Cassey nodded while chewing on the mango pieces.

After that there was no chat anymore, Cassey was busy eating salad while staring out of the cafe. And Becca was busy chewing her hamburger and playing her phone.

"Uhm, I'll pay first. You can finish your meal." Becca immediately swallowed the food she chewed.

"No, this food is already paid Mr. Maxwell." Cassey frowned confusedly, how could Zack pay for eating his employees.

"Oh, don't think weird. It's just a coincidence Mr. Maxwell's having a meeting with his business partner upstairs. And all he said," Cassey bit his lower lip,

"I'm interrupting your work, aren't I? sorry," Becca shook her head, though,

"No, Mr. Maxwell did meet his colleagues more often without a secretary. Just when she needed him so much, she asked me, "Cassey interrupted me again sitting in front of her Becca, and Cassey looked back outside the cafe.

Cassey jumped when she heard Becca coughing, panicking she stood up and patting Becca on the back. Cassey handed over the mineral water she had just requested from a passing servant,

"Drink," Becca took it and immediately drank it greedily, Cassey grimaced. It must have been very painful, Becca looked at Cassey and the phone she was holding alternately with a look of disbelief.

"You're the new designer, right?" Becca looked at Cassey like she was seeing a ghost, and she was confused. But keep nodding his head, though,

"Geez!" Becca screamed, shutting her mouth. Staring at Cassey with a mixed look of astonishment.

"You Zie?! You're the mysterious designer?!" Cassey nodded awkwardly, she knew what made Becca look like a ghost.

"Good God, my God! Good Lord! I ate with a Zie!" Becca continued to squeal indistinctly and looked at Cassey in amazement. Makes Cassey even more uncomfortable,

Looking at Cassey's gelagat, Becca cleared her throat. Trying to get rid of his excessive antia, maybe that's what makes Cassey uncomfortable. Becca grimacing,

"Sorry, I made you uncomfortable huh? I just don't believe in sitting down and having lunch with a famous designer." Cassey smiled awkwardly, though,

"You're exaggerating, I'm not that good. Um, I want to go home soon. You still gonna be here?" Becca interrupts,

"What's wrong, don't hesitate to go home first. I still have business here, be careful on the road." Cassey nodded, awkwardly stepping away from Becca.

When he was about to pull the door of his hand on hold, he turned around about to take a haphazard vow on the one holding his hand. But all the trash he would spill was replaced by his surprise.

TB