Falling For The Billionaire Heir

It was late Wednesday afternoon, Colin sat opposite his dad at Blake Tower. The two of them and Jeremy, the senior executive director, had just finished an impromptu meeting about some recent developments with their partners in Germany.

Jeremy had left for his office, while Colin stayed back to read a memo from one of the Executive Directors, which caught his attention. He glanced at his watch after reading it.

“I’m hungry dad,” he dropped the piece of paper back into the folder in front of him. “Let’s go for lunch.” Sometimes they both go out for lunch together, when they have the time.

“Sorry,” the older man looked away from his phone. “I’m going to lunch with your mom today. She’s the one I’m trying to reach. I want to know if she’s on her way to the restaurant already so that I can leave. ”

“O… kay,” Colin stood up. “Three is a crowd,” he smiled at his father. “I would have come along with you guys,” he said and walked toward the door.

The senior Blake removed his reading glasses. “I’m happy you are aware of that, boy.” He smiled broadly at his son.

“Enjoy yourselves,” Colin called out before he shut the door.

As soon as he sat behind his desk, his secretary called him on the intercom to pick up an incoming call.

He did. It was one of the private financial investigators working for them.

“Yes, Charles, I was expecting your call yesterday.” Colin swirled his chair around to his left side. He pulled out a drawer and brought out a plastic folder. “What do you have for me?”

“Nothing, sir,” Charles answered from the other end. “We are yet to get to any tangible conclusion.”

“What?” Colin dropped the folder on his desk. “What do you mean? How long is it going to take you to crack up some fraudsters’ nest, Charles?”

“This is more complicated, Colin.” “That’s why we hired you, Charles!” Colin snapped. Stop giving excuses!”

“I’m sorry it’s taking too long,” the other man apologized. “We are doing all our best.”

“I want the report on my desk latest by the end of work on Monday. If not, just know that you are going to be fired.”

He didn’t listen to what Charles was saying. He cut the line off angrily and replaced the mouthpiece.

He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

The thought of Becky crept into his mind, a smile spread on his lips as he reached out to pick his cellphone to call her. He asked if she was still meeting with the wedding planner that evening. She said yes and that she would come over to his place after the meeting.

Becky got to the restaurant thirty-two minutes before six. They were supposed to meet at six. She went straight to a table for two and ordered a bottle of water. The wedding planner arrived at 06:04 pm.

When Mrs. Fabian walked to where she was, Becky stood up to hug her and they settled down to make their orders immediately.

Mrs. Fabian asked Becky when the photo shoot was going to be when the waiter had set their food on the table.

“Yeah, that’s part of the reason I want us to talk. It’s this weekend.”

“It’s okay,” the wedding planner opined as she tucked into her hash brown. “That’s perfect. Your wedding is in six weeks. That’s okay.” She chewed her food.

Becky nodded in agreement as she ate a forkful of her beef and onion stir spaghetti.

They both ate in silence for a few minutes before Mrs. Fabian dropped her cutlery, cleaned her mouth, and asked, “when is your final dress fitting?”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Next week,” Becky beamed at her. She was so happy and radiating so much positive energy now as the wedding day got nearer. Everything was going as it should be. The only dark cloud was Colin’s mom’s attitude. Even Debbie had changed drastically to her now, since she and Brett started dating.

“That’s good,” Mrs. Fabian picked her cutlery up again. “I’ll advise you to have your bridal portrait done that day, so the dress can go to the dry-cleaners immediately.”

“Okay, that’s a fabulous idea.” Becky drank from her pineapple mojito mocktail. “It’s even better. It will save us time.”

“So, what about the music?” The other lady asked. “Have you agreed with the musician’s terms?”

“Yes, everything is settled about that,” she affirmed. They wanted a gospel artist who was a member of Becky’s church to perform that day. She had already spoken to him. They had even sent in the check for advance payment.

“Okay, that’s great,” Mrs. Fabian brought out a notebook from her handbag to make notes. “I will need you to give me his number so I can talk to him. We’ll be having a vendor meeting soon.”

“It’s not a problem at all.” Becky picked up her phone off the table and called out the digits to her.

“You said Colin is handling everything about your honeymoon, right?” She looked into Becky’s face for confirmation.

“Yes, he is,” she nodded. “Even though I don’t know where we are going. He’s making it into a huge secret.”

“Don’t worry,” the wedding planner waved her hand in the air. “I’m sure you are going to enjoy wherever he’s taking you to. Your man has got good taste.”

They both burst into laughter. Mrs. Fabian’s phone vibrated for a message notification at that moment. Checking it, it was her husband’s message asking her to text anything she needed, that he was going shopping.

“A second please,” her face lightened up. “It’s my husband,” she picked up her phone. “I need to send a message to him.”

“No problem,” Becky smiled back at her. “Take your time.”

Not long after the wedding planner finished chatting with her husband, they both finished with their food. Becky called for the check and paid.

“I am going to call the vendors individually before the week runs out.” Mrs. Fabian said as she closed up her notebook and returned it to her bag. “And try to set up a day for the meeting with them all.”

“That’s alright,” Becky nodded. They were now beside Becky’s car.

“I will call you if I need any information.” Mrs. Fabian concluded with her before they both hugged and bade each other goodnight.