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.

sympathetic. "I

is he now?" I asked, shoving the anger down, deciding I was not going to let a stranger

meeting room to wait," Rebecca

business partners like this supplier next time. "Can you take

she took it

breath as I

meeting room, my pumps clicking on the floor. As I entered the room, I saw Mr Zeke, the supplier I

placed on the table, scrolling away on his phone, seemingly oblivious to the

at the display of such mannerless behavior, my eyes

see me and smiled, bringing his leg down as he rose

a third red

business acquaintances, not those you're meeting for the first time. It was unprofessional and crossed the boundaries of personal space.

handshake, trying to maintain

professionalism.

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

kept waiting," he said, his tone slightly

was not due until 20 minutes

usual; instead, I put on a smile and asked, "Shall we discuss

and sat

to a mutually beneficial agreement. My company can supply your restaurant

nodded, intrigued by his proposal. "That sounds interesting. What kind of products exactly are we talking

like he had been waiting for that moment. "We have a wide range of cooking oils, baking supplies, and spices. All our

intently, asking

necessary and jotting

points. Mr. Zeke seemed

knowledgeable about his products, and found myself becoming more interested in what he had to offer;

we were about to wrap up the discussion, he made an unexpected move. His hand suddenly slid dangerously close to my thigh, his fingers