29- Divorce
“My room number in this hotel sweetheart. The private elevator can bring you to me.” With that he winked at her and left the room, whistling.
After he closed the door behind him, Hunter turned around to her. Abigail stood from her place, expecting to face the same anger from him as he was still frowning. But when he spoke his voice was very gentle. “Please sit down.”
Taking a sigh of relief, Abi started walking towards the other chair but he stopped her and gestured her to sit on his seat instead. Abigail shook her head, “No sorry Hunter. That’s not going t o happen.”
“Come on, Abigail” His tone held a warning.
Abigail didn’t argue and did what he wanted her to do. Taking a deep breath he sat on the other chair and smiled a little, “I am sorry. I was stuck in a meeting.” then his eyes fell on her coffee. “It’s cold now. I would ask them to replace it.”
“No, Hunter. It’s ok. Please don’t bother.” But ignoring her protest Hunter asked for another cup on the intercom. Today he was wearing a sky blue shirt with a dark tie.
How he manages to look that handsome all the time!
When her coffee arrived, he started briefing her about the coffee shops he had been planning. “I need a favor, Abigail.”
They were solely having a serious professional discussion so she nodded her head, “Sure Hunter. What is it?”
“Our supervisor had to leave for his hometown. His mother is very sick. He was coordinating with all the Women NGOs regarding the hiring in our coffee shops. You must know Mr. Harris.” She suddenly nodded her head.
Unconsciously she let out a sigh of relief. Though she knew that divorce was not the end of their friendship but still her heart had been sinking that now he would make her sign the divorce papers. Here he wanted to discuss Mr. Harris.
How silly was she for getting worried over nothing?
Unaware of her inner war, he kept speaking, “Can you do it for us? The coordination, budgeting, some check, and balance. I need someone whom I can trust.”
“I would be more than happy to help you, Hunter, but I have also got my team. If you remember. Plus I am about to get the Manhattan too.” She reminded him.
“Oh, I know about it, sugar. But right now we are in desperate need of someone. Ethan is stuck in Manhattan. Right now our only option is you.”
When she kept playing with the paperweight sitting on the table he added further, “We all will be helping you with that. If you want we can provide an assistant to you. Or if you know someone
trustworthy … make her your assistant. We can give the girl forty percent increment.” It seemed he had figured it all out,
She could surely do that with a little bit of time management. Plus, at last… he had asked her a favor so saying no was not an option for her.
The man seemed to have telepathic instincts. “You can say, No. ok? But Abigail. I would make sure not to overburden you. Me and my staff would be there to help you and facilitate you.”
“Hmm.” Abigail raised her head and rested it on Hunter’s seat. She closed her eyes, her lips twitching in a smile. “How would you pay me?”
Understanding the meaning of her question that she had agreed to help him, Hunter chuckled,“ Unlimited cups of coffee!”
“Now you are bribing me, Hunter Levisay.” She shook her head and straightened herself.
“What are your plans by the way Abigail?”
“Plans?” She did not understand him.
“Yes. Your plans. I mean. What you would do after two years. Are you planning to stay here for the job permanently? At Levisay International?”
“Do you want me to leave the job?”
“No, no silly. Don’t misunderstand me. But you told me you always wanted to build a furniture showroom. Why don’t you do it now when you are earning enough money?”
Abigail blew a sigh. Now why she could not think of this?
“I like the idea, Hunter. But…” She furrowed her brows, “How to plan? Where should I start?”
“Just like you did before when you had nothing except some savings but…”
“But?”
“But my suggestion is to do it on the same street, facing your former office.” He said it slowly allowing it to sink in.
“You mean …”
“That’s exactly what I mean. Open the bigger and better one just across the previous one. Come up with a fancy name.”
“But Hunter. That place is occupied by …”
“Boutique? That is owned by a couple I know. They will happily sell it. Just make up your mind and then we both can work on it.”
She liked the idea. It was her childhood dream to open her showroom with her own carpenters’
team.
“I will think about it, Hunter.” She smiled but her smile faltered a little when he stretched his arm forward to give her a manila envelope.
“What is this?” She inquired and took out the papers without waiting for his answer
