Xo Novel
Chapter 34
034 A Good Story
Scarlett’s POV
“Sorry!” I blurt, taking my eyes off his table, even more nervous, “It’s just…I mean…”
I can feel my ears burning up. I’m lousy at this kind of stuff. I’d choose to deal with writing over people any time of the week, especially a businessman like him.
“Relax, I was just joking,” He laughs, reaching out for a handshake, “I don’t imagine you’d be interested in it.”
I don’t know how to answer this out–of–nowhere comment that seems to have some deeper meaning behind it, so I choose to ignore it and answer the one before that:
“Thanks for the concern. The trip isn’t so bad,” I take his hand, adding when he cocked his eyebrows lightly, “I took the subway over, for that exact reason.”
He laughs.
I always knew him as the bad boy in school, one that nobody dares to mess with. So it’s actually an interesting feeling to see such a warm, friendly laugh from a guy like Adrian Dunn. And it helps me calm down.
“I was starting to worry that you weren’t coming.” He pulls the chair out for me before going back to his own seat across the table, “after all, there is no news coming out of the ‘Z House” still.”
Sébastian’s building is known as the “Z house” for its special, mischievous design of that shape.
“Yeah…” I manage an awkward laugh, knowing this would come up. “There are…standard procedures still, but I can guarantee a scoop for you on that…would that be okay?”
After all, my divorce news is the only reason why I get to be here today. He is not seeing me because of my work. I have no name out there in this field, nor any experience. I wouldn’t even get a chance to lay out my ideas if not for the title of “ex–Mrs. Knight“.
But the Sebastian Darn Knight just wouldn’t deliver those damn papers!
Part of the reason why I waited was also for that. Yet two “two to three days” passed and there was not even a piece of word from him. I can’t help but wonder if the delay is only because he saw my text to Adrian and he is just delaying to mess up my plan.
Adrian’s hawk eyes nail on me, and I feel like there are throns growing out of my chair.
Right at the moment when I can’t help but leave that seat, he says: “I didn’t think you’d be this nervous at an interview.”
His words replace my embarrassment with surprise. So this is an interview now? I did come
034 A Good Story
to pitch my ideas, but I saw it more of a deal than a serious chance for a proposition.
“Did you not come to present your ideas?” He cocks an eyebrow, smirking, “I mean, I WOULD be willing to pay handsomely for news like that, but I don’t think there is a need to be nervous about that anyways?”
He says with a serious tone, but somehow I know he is joking about buying my divorce news.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
idea?! He really wanted to hear my
I wouldn’t dare to expect that even in my wildest dream!
“I’m sorry,” I smile, feeling a bit better, “I guess I just feel bad not being able to deliver my promise in time.”
Thanks to Sebastian Damn Knight!
“Was that a promise?” He lifts his fox eyelashes, observing me with smirky eyes.
…” I swallow nervously. It sounds like he is flirting, but I’m not sure. I suddenly understand why the girls in school said that he is “dangerous“.
He brings no physical harm to girls, he steals their hearts.
“I admit, your hook caught my attention,” He lets out a light laugh as if at himself before he turns back to the serious businessman look, “but I won’t close the door on you just because you suddenly have a change of heart on your own marriage.”
I look at him with my mouth open. How did he see through my thoughts?! Was my worry so obvious?
He laughs as if he just heard this piece of thought, too.
“Really?” I can’t help but ask. The hell with being cautious and professional and polite, I can no longer suppress my excitement: “You would meet a nobody like me, even without the divorce news?!”
He lets out a light laugh, tilting his head at me.
“Eighth grade, The Sheep In Wolf’s Clothing.”
I take a light gasp. That was my first script. A school play that my family didn’t even go to. I can’t believe he now only knows about it, but remembers it for all these years!
“I don’t mind that a writer knows how to lure a reader in,” He curves his lips, eyes sparkling with mischievous but friendly shades, “…but your divorce won’t carry you further. Only a good story can from here.”
His words burn out the last shred of doubt. I give him a grateful smile, and he returns a gentle one. Under his encouraging eyes, I finally feel the confidence I have doing what I do best: telling a good story.
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