"I must say congratulations to you Ms. Stella. I didn't actually expect that you'd be able to run the entire business empire of the Levinson's this successfully when I first heard about you taking over the company. "One should definitely not judge a book by its cover or a parcel by its packing, right? And I apologise to you for thinking that a girl like you wouldn't be able to manage it."
After hearing his words, Stella couldn't stop herself from scoffing, not bothering herself to be discreet about it. "If that's the case, then I think apologies are in order." She added with a smirk. "I am sorry for not living up to your expectations, Mr. Taylor."
Seeing her take a jab at him, he let out a chuckle. "I didn't mean it like that, Ms. Stella." He raised his hands up in the air in a protective stance, showing her his palms. "I apologise to you if you think that I meant it in a bad way."
A frown marred her forehead when she realized the way he had been addressing from the moment he approached her. 'Ms. Stella'. "You don't have to apologise to me for anything. You aren't the only one who thought that I would run the whole Levinson Empire to the ground. There's a whole list which is actually longer than my grocery shopping receipt. And you just fall at the bottom of that list." She smiles sweetly at him.
"And it's Mrs. Levinson for you." Her smile disappeared as she added the latter part, tapping her left hand on the table cloaked a cream colored cloth, clearly showing off the large oval shaped diamond nestled in her ring finger. "Why do you keep forgetting the fact that I am married?"
"Ah-I I didn't realize I was addressing you that way. I apologise for that as well, Mrs. Levinson." Given no choice after being called out on the matter by her, Taylor could only apologize politely. Even if it was making his blood boil and sparking up his anger, he still had to address her with the last name of the very man he had more or less likely killed.
"Oh! It's fine. I know a bunch of stupid people who makes the same mistake while addressing me." She gave him a lop-sided grin, moving her eyes away from his figure. She couldn't care less about him or the glass of sparkling champagne he had placed before her earlier.
She let her eyes roam around the hall, moving from one person to the other as she looked for her man. He had told her to stay put in her place as he had to make sure that the arrangements for the press conference later on were lagging behind. 'Just earlier he was being a mother hen for no reason at all. Now that I need him to act like that, the man is nowhere to be seen.' She thought to herself with a grimace.
As if the heavens above had heard her silent plea, she saw him walking through the crowd, heading towards her direction. Controlling the rushing urge to yell in joy as not to give away herself to the annoying man standing beside her, she waved at him with a blank face. The wave was actually more of a calling signal as she continued to act as the Boss.
"What are you doing with a champagne flute?" The words escaped his lips as soon as he came to halt next to her. "The doctor told you to not drink anything at least for another week or two, or your stomach ache might relapse." He frowned taking the glass away from her and placed it on the tray of a waiter who was passing by him. He didn't bother to hide off their closeness from the other man. He actually wanted to flaunt it before him as much as he could.
"Hello, Mr. Taylor." He spoke up as his eyes moved to the other person with a nod, showing off that it was just now that he had noticed his presence. "I hope you are having a great time." He gave him a slight smile before shifting his attention back to his 'Boss'. "What are you doing here? You haven't met half of our guests yet. And I have asked a waiter to bring freshly squeezed orange juice, so that you can still have your toasts without hurting your stomach."
"That's really thoughtful of you. Thank you so much, David." Stella spoke up, giving him a bright smile. "Let's meet the rest of the guests. Don't wanna hear complaints from those stockholders." She added as she rolled her eyes before moving them to Taylor, who was still standing there like a shameless fool. "I hope you have a good time here. Thank you for coming. I will definitely give your company a visit soon to check on how the new project site is doing." She added the last part with a smirk. With a last nod, she walked away with his personal assistant in tow.
Taylor kept his gaze fixed or her back until she was no longer in his line of sight. Seeing how genuinely she had smiled at that pesky little employee of hers, he wanted nothing more than to kill the man with his own hands, slowly and torturously. Trying to keep his burning rage in check, he clenched his hand into palms, deciding to leave right away. He had only turned around and taken a couple of steps into the direction of the entrance when his eyes landed on a way too familiar figure who was just walking inside.
As if he was struck by lightning, he became rooted to the marbled floor, not being able to tear his gaze away from the very face who had been a part of his daydreams as well as nightmares.
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