The next day
Belinda stared at her phone, eagerly waiting for a call from Jonas. He had promised to call her in the morning to hear her voice and it was close to 9am already.
Belinda ran her hands through her hair, her gaze not leaving the screen of her phone. And finally, it did ring.
A wide smile of excitement appeared on her face as Belinda realised that it really was Jonas. She picked the call up and took the phone to her right ear.
"Hello beautiful" Jonas said cooly over the phone.
"Hello, Jonas. Good morning" Belinda greeted back, trying hard to cover the excitement in her voice.
"Good morning. Sorry I didn't call earlier. I didn't have you waiting for my call, did I?" Jonas asked.
"Not at all. I was busy with some other things" Belinda lied.
"Oh, I was hoping you were expecting my call eagerly" Jonas replied and Belinda giggled softly
"I was expecting your call but I wasn't really waiting for it..."
"Hmmm... I think that makes sense" Jonas replied and Belinda smiled, sitting up.
"Do you think we should meet up again?" Jonas asked and Belinda's fingers tangled with her brown hair, as she twirled it.
"Maybe we should" she replied.
"I think you want to meet up with me" Jonas said, his voice dripping with confidence
"Yes, you are right" Belinda chuckled softly and then remembered Mireille's words.
"But let me get to know you a bit more first before we meet up again. I can't have a second meeting with a total stranger" Belinda said.
"Sure. But I do have a question. I saw you post a picture on your social media, it was a picture of you and your friend. Who is she?" Jonas asked and the smile on Belinda's face faded away as she wondered if Jonas was going to start chasing after Mireille while still leading her on.
"Why do you ask?" She readjusted in her seat.
"Just because"
"Just because??" She questioned.
"Mireille Mathieu, sister of James. I kind of know her brother, you see" Jonas replied over the line and Belinda's facials softened.
"Can you tell me a little about her? Maybe about what she likes doing?" Jonas asked.
"Okay, this is like really weird and I sure am not exposing my best friend's details to you." Belinda's brows pulled into a sharp arch.
"Hey, easy there, beautiful. I didn't mean to seem weird to you"
"But you still did seem weird" Belinda rolled her eyes.
"Sorry about that, beautiful" he apologized to her.
"I will send you a mail containing all you need to know about me and then we can talk about when next to meet up, right?"
"Uhm, yes" Belinda replied.
"As long as you don't ask about my friend so weirdly again." She added and lowered her voice into a whisper as she said "The poor girl is just trying to find out what she wants and get a job for herself "
There was a pause for a few seconds.
"Bye. I have to go for now" Jonas said and blew a kiss into the phone, ending the call almost right after.
Belinda stared at her phone screen, at Jonas contact, still a little bit weirded out by Jonas choice of questions but she shook it off.
*
Jonas walked into Mark's office where Mark was having his coffee and leisurely on his laptop.
"Good morning boss"
"What do you have for me?" Mark asked, not tearing his gaze away from the screen of the laptop.
"There is bad news and there is slightly good news, boss" Jonas replied and Mark tensed up almost immediately.
"What bad news is it?" Mark dreaded what he was going to hear next.
He silently hoped and prayed that whatever it was, it had nothing to deal with Dante, the bastard.
But the bad news had everything to do with Dante.
"Our largest client just switched to Dante. They no longer need us for the weapons we previously supply to them"
For the next few seconds, Mark remained frozen on his seat. He could feel his head banging and the hair on his body rising as heat rose inside of him.
"That fucking bastard!!" He eventually exploded into a loud yell, getting up on his feet and shoving down the laptop on his table.
"Again?! At this rate, I will have no one in three years to come! I... I am going to have nothing and it is going to be because of what bastard!! I was in this business before him. How can they all not see that I have more experience than he does?!" Mark yelled and grabbed the cup of coffee he had been drinking.
He threw it right at Jonas who just remained on the spot. The cup hit Jonas head and he moved a little, groaning as the pain wrecked him for the first couple of seconds.
Mark stared at the white wall, clearly trying hard to convince himself that he could still get a grab on everything and he could still turn tables around.
"Get a hold of yourself" Mark whispered to himself repeatedly and when he finally got a grip on himself, he turned towards Jonas who was still standing on the spot.
Mark returned to his seat and sat down calmly.
"What is the slightly good news?" Mark asked, his voice thick with anger, hatred and pent up frustration.
"I found out that Mireille Mathieu, the younger sister of James Mathieu wants something we can offer, desperately"
"And what is that?" Mark asked.
"A job. She needs a job badly and after a few more findings, I figured out she badly wants to have a job but like I have informed you earlier, no one wants to offer her a job cause of her brother's rules. We can offer her a job and I am sure she will be jumping on the offer"
"You do think so?" Mark asked.
"The fact that she took a job as a waiter for a day proves that she is desperate for a job. I think we can lure her out to us with a job offer"
"Fine. There is no harm in trying this out" Mark concluded.
"Do it. Offer her some position in the company. Let's see if she will be lured out"