(Ella Rose Anderson P.O.V)

FLASHBACK:

“Sally, give me all the info about Ian Bentley and hand them over to Andy.”

“Yes, Goom.”

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“Andy, give me the details from Sally. Leave the envelope in my car.”

“Okay. Do you need help in removing the evidences?”

“No. I’ll take care of that.”

“Ok.”

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“Ms. Anderson, please wake up.“, Rebecca shook me lightly.

“Hmm.“, I groaned and turned my head towards the window.

“The plane has landed. You need to get off”,Rebecca said sternly.

I huffed. She helped me get up. I bit back a smile.

Oh me! she really doesn’t know how to be a professional. Hehe...I did drink wine, like a lot. But I have high alcohol tolerance. I don’t get drunk that easily. How mad she will be? Intentionally, I’m swaying badly.

“Ella, how are you going to take the interview? You’ve have high alcohol tolerance. You’re not drugged, right? ” She whispered.

Noah and I chucked.

“Seriously! Tell me if anything is wrong with you.” She grasped my arm and shook me.

“Argg! I’m NOT drunk! I’m fine. I was just kidding. I’ll TAKE care of myself. You’re such a naive, Rebecca.”

Rebecca just glared at me.

I tripped but Noah helped me stand straight.“Careful, Miss”, Noah said.

I wriggled and set myself free from her garsp. I smothered my coat and stood straight.

I took my purse from Noah and put on my sunglasses. I put on a scarf on my neck. Sunscreen can wait. I said, “Lets go, guys!”

I got out form the plane and went straight to lemo.

It’s Rebecca, not me. She booked one. Noah thinks, it is not good for me to wonder in hot and humid weather. Uhh! friends...

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Click!!Click!

Camera! Where the hell they come from? I mean, for god sake, let someone have a little privacy. I hate them. But this is Ella Anderson, right? The person i’m supposed to be.

I facked a smile and let the paparazi click some pics. They do have jobs too. I rush to the lemo, she hired. So did, Noah and Rebecca.

I sighed as the security tried to hold them off. I went straight to the restaurant. Rebecca booked a private booth. Atleast, I’ll have some privacy. Damm! I’ll have to wait, now. Ian is so getting sacked. He is late.

I hate waiting. I hate latecomers. If it wasn’t for the information , this interview would have been cancelled.

I took my phone and stated scrolling down my messages.

After, ten seconds, a handsome and young man walked in the booth. His blond hairs fall over his brows and try to hide his deep crystal clear blue-eyes. Then, there was his perfect profile and a prominent jawline. He came in a hurry. He looked confused and worried, at seeing me.

I think he didn’t expect me to be present still, waiting for him. Little did he knew, what I had in my mind.

My heart leaped at the sight of him. I have seen his pic but he is more handsomer in person. I have to admit he is attractive.

“Sorry! I’m late. I kept you waiting. I hope the deal is still on.”

Damm! He has such deep, sexy voice. how am I supposed to be professional with him. He shouldn’t know my true purpose. He should think I’m here to sign off a deal with him.

I put my phone on table and nodded.

“Sit.“I said with a voice of authority. I mentioned for him to sit. Before, noticing him shiver slightly. He sat.

Good! Let him endure the same thing I had to when I first hear his voice.I think my voice have the same affect on him as his own had on me.

“You’re a little late but you’ve talent. So, I wish to see more of your works. I’ll like to contribute in your exhibitions and career. I hope this amount is enough.” I slide towards him the folded sheet of paper.

He opened it. He looked as if he was going to faint. He nodded.

“Congrats. You will be given the contract, tomorrow. My assistant will contact you for the details.”

He nodded and rose. His face was beaming with happiness. I smiled at his gesture. I mean, he really do love painting. It is his passion.

Stop him! He shouldn’t leave like this. What?

Before I knew word slipped from my mouth:“Umm... Wouldn’t you like to have something, before you go?“, I asked in a desperate tone. My ears were hot and so were my checks.

Damm! Why did i spoke? He isn’t going to disappear. But my heart told me to stop him. No, it was a gut feeling!

He blushed, “I just need to use the restroom.”

“Ohh! Sorry! I thought you were leaving like this.”

He smiled and hurried of to the restroom. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle the laughs shooting from me.

After five minutes, he returned.

“Sorry, again.” He said.

I nodded. Trying to appear cold. But this time he was curiously looking at me.

Sit! Do he suspects me? I can’t let him know. Better to let him know that I was baffled by his charms than to let him suspect me.

I battered my lashes and said sweetly, “Oh! It is getting a fashion to be sorry here,isn’t it?

He took the hint and chuckled, “Yeah! I didn’t expect Ms. Anderson to be this frank.”

Ahh! Time to flirt a little. It is the only way to get close to him. He should trust me. I can’t kidnap him out of nowhere. I have a rule:

1.Only kidnap those who harm others.

He didn’t harmed or at least I don’t know yet. I will get him to be lured in my trap. He seems clever. So, It might not be easy.

I laughed and he flinched a little.

Bingo!

“Would you mind, if I ordered some wine to celebrate?” ,I asked.

“Not at all, Ms. Anderson.“, he answered.

We ordered some wine. He drank a little but I took a lot. I got drunk, I think. I looked up to see him smile. He was holding the glass and sipping of his glass. My vision started to get blurry and my hands were getting cold. My head was throbbing. Shit! I am drugged....