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.

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

him to the meeting

speak with Stephen on how to handle business partners like this supplier next time. "Can you take my bag to my office? I

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

taking a deep breath as I prepared to face the supplier. "Thanks, I'll need

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

his nonchalant demeanor. He had a leg placed on the table, scrolling away on

such mannerless behavior, my eyes

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

this as a third red flag.

first time. It was unprofessional and crossed the boundaries

handshake, trying to maintain

professionalism.

too long before I withdrew my hand and took a 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

he said,

audacity. Our meeting was not due until 20 minutes from now, and he had arrived without informing me. He had kept himself waiting, not my

instead, I put on a

and sat up, assuming a

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

"That sounds interesting. What kind of products exactly are we talking about?" I asked, setting my pen ready to write on

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

listened intently, asking

necessary and jotting

points. Mr. Zeke seemed

products, and found myself becoming more interested in what he had to

made an unexpected move. His