Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Meeting gone wrong

(ARIELLE'S POV)

The car soon pulled up at the restaurant's parking lot, and Ashley killed the engine. The sound of the engine dying was a clear indication that we had arrived. I glanced up from my iPad, taking in the familiar sight of my establishment. The parking lot was already filled up with cars, and I could tell that business had begun in full swing.

"You good?" Ashley asked, turning to me with a questioning look.

I nodded, my eyes now fixed on my iPad again as I scrolled through my notes. "Um, yes, I have a meeting with a supplier in like a few minutes, so I'm going over some details."

Ashley nodded and patted my shoulder. "All the best with that. I have to leave now so I don't run late for work."

I nodded, and we shared a side hug. "I'm gonna miss you," I said, feeling a little sad.

"Me, too," she replied smiling. "But I'll see you later, okay?"

"Alright, bye, and have a nice day," I said, grabbing my handbag, and tucking my iPad under my arms firmly.

I alighted and waved before walking ahead and entering the restaurant. As usual, I was welcomed by the aroma of food and the bustling demeanor of the dining area.

I waved to the workers as I made my way to the reception area leading to my office. But just then, Rebecca came into view, exhaling in relief like she had been expecting me. Her eyes lit up as usual as we exchanged pleasantries. "Arielle, thank goodness you're here," she said.

"Hey, Becca. How's it going?"

"Very well," she responded, and then her tone turned serious. "The supplier has arrived."

I was surprised and paused, glancing at my wristwatch. "He's not supposed to be here until 30 minutes."

Rebecca nodded in agreement. "But he said there was a change in his schedule, and so he decided to come earlier."

I frowned, feeling a bit annoyed. "And he didn't think to update me about the change in plan? Some people truly lack basic social etiquette," I mumbled under my breath.

looked sympathetic. "I

asked, shoving the anger down, deciding I was

meeting room

handle business partners like this supplier next time. "Can you take my bag to my office? I think I'll just head

and she took it with a smile. "Good luck with your

taking a deep breath as I prepared

the floor. As I entered the room, I saw Mr

leg placed on the table,

of such mannerless

looked up to see me and smiled, bringing his leg down as he rose from his seat. "Miss

a third

the first time. It was unprofessional and crossed the boundaries of personal space.

handshake, trying to maintain

professionalism.

seat. His handshake was firm, and it felt like he was trying to make an impression. Whatever it was, I wasn't interested. "Welcome, Mr. Zeke," I said, trying to sound polite as I

don't appreciate being kept waiting," he said, his tone slightly biting. "I've been

his audacity. Our meeting was not due until 20 minutes from now, and he had arrived

instead, I put on a smile and asked, "Shall

responded, "Sure," and sat up, assuming a

Miss Meyers, I believe we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement. My company can supply your restaurant with the best

interesting. What kind of products exactly are we talking

"We have a wide range of cooking oils, baking supplies, and spices. All our products are of the highest quality,

intently,

and

points. Mr. Zeke seemed

myself becoming more interested in

about to wrap up the discussion, he made an unexpected move. His hand suddenly slid