Page 9 of Love is So Mean
I hope her heel breaks and makes her fall in her too little skirt.
I pride myself on my punctuality but I want her to feel some of what I feel. It’s not nice when people fuck with your time. At least I tried, I purposely showed up to our 2PM meeting at 2:05 but I cannot tell if she noticed. That’s usually the problem with Yasmeena, she’s a hard read.
At least she was until some guy called her before lunch. Too many times, my mind went back to wondering who she’s with and what they were doing. I don’t know what is causing these questions but I’m perplexed.
Yasmeena shuffles her papers and looks up as if she’s just now realizing that I’m seated across from her.
“Okay, now that everyone is here, let’s get this meeting started and after, there’s another, no assistants needed. Thank you.”
Our assistants give each other a surprised look because there’s never a meeting without them.
“Okay…what is this meeting about, Yasmeena?”
“The relaunching of the Spa in the new location. Did you forget?”
I’ve never considered shaking the hell out of a woman until I met Yasmeena. It’s like she exists to test my patience.
“No, but you booked this meeting without a title and don’t we have a department for that?”
“You’re the CFO and this is a budgeting meeting. Matthew, were you at your desk when I called to tell you what this meeting was about?”
“Yes, you did,” he mumbles.
“And you could have informed Mr Souza about the title,” she pronounces every t in title as she talks. “Couldn’t you?”
“Yes,” he confirms while looking everywhere but at her.
“Okay, could you kindly inform Mr Souza that this meeting is for the Spa’s budgeting andHEneeds to be here as well.”
She and I are caught in a stare down for what feels like an eternity and I’m sure both of our assistants are uncomfortable. Jeeves, my assistant shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
“Very well, get on with it.”
“Yes,” Yasmeena smirks. “Let’s, Matthew.”
“So, we need your input and approval or disapproval for the budgeting of this weekend’s Spa re-launch. Here are all the details here, I have highlighted the difference in pricing, any changes of vendors, what it would cost us and what cost us initially. Now, we might need a bigger budget for the influencers that will be there and rooms. We had about 10 rooms for weekend stay but seeing how booked the Spa has become over the course of the announcement and now, we might need more rooms and more influencers, here you go, Enrique and a copy for you, Yasmeena.”
I accept the copy of the paperwork and take a quick glance at the numbers. “And these influencers will be worth the investment?”
“If you look at the numbers, the answer is clear.” Yasmeena answers.
“No, the cost is here not what they’ll bring in and I’m talking to Matthew.”
“If you flip to the last page, everything is there including the benefits and losses, the cost and the worth of the investment. Matthew gets the reports from me which means it’s thoroughly written, precise numbers and graphs.”
“Then this could have been an email since you’ve already done the numbers.” I grab a pen and sign off on it and push it back to her. “So that’s it for this meeting?”
Yasmeena arches her brow. “Thank you, your input was valued.” she says with no emotion behind it. “Jeeves, Matthew, if you’ll excuse us.” They exit without another word.
Yasmeena moves the papers I just signed and pulls out a folder, sliding it to me. “Okay, I need you to marry me.”
Her words pull me out of my rage stare because clearly I heard her wrong. “What the fuck?” I start and shake my head. “What in the hell did you just say to me?”
“Right, so if you open up the folder, you will get your answer and I said, I need you to marry me.”
“I swear,Yasmeena, tell me to read one more damn thing and I’m leaving. In what world did you think it was a good idea to get married?”
“This world and it won’t be a real marriage. I said I needed you to marry me not that I wanted you to, you’re my number one prospect and I know you’d do what’s necessary when the time comes.” Yasmeena uncrosses her legs and crosses them again. “I’m sick and I need an heir. You would be logical and I know you would take care of this child once I’m gone. You wouldn’t be doing this for free. I’d provide everything. 50% of my inheritance goes to you, the other half will go to the baby once I’m gone. You will be the COO of the company and in my absence make all decisions until the baby is old enough to run it or if they want to. The only thing I ask of you is that you keep it to yourself. No one can know about me being sick, especially not my family. Plus, you only need to be with me until I get pregnant then we canquietly divorce and when I die, you’ll know what to do. Everyone will think it was my untimely death. Works for everyone.”