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Chapter 40
~Zara’s POV~
The next morning I was shocked to discover Snow never returned ho that night. Had his rage led him to seek won’s comfort outside, or was I overthinking?
I pushed the thought of family and Snow out of my mind and imdiately got prepared for my day.
I picked up my phone, my eyes catching the missed call notification from my parents. I closed the phone screen, dropped it in my bag and walked out. Just as I went down for breakfast before heading to the company, the front door opened with Snow standing at the doorway.
My feet halted, lips slightly opened as I stared at not Snow but the lady in a wheelchair with similar features as Storm.
My gaze darted back to Snow, hoping for a tad bit of explanation when the hurried sound of footsteps broke our contact as Storm’s chirpy voice echoed from behind .
"Mum? Mum!"
’Fuck!’
His little footsteps landed on the stairs as he pushed past , and straight into his mother’s hands he went.
I remained frozen, my eyes darting between the emotional monts of little Storm and Snow, who stood watching and not saying anything.
I was tempted to speak. To say anything but I did not want to seem hurt. Instead, I chose the next best thing.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I smiled at Storm, who glanced at briefly before burning his face in his mother’s shoulder, then walked off to the dining room.
As much as I didn’t want to see Snow, I couldn’t leave through the front door, seeing as they made it their spot. Neither did I want to be seen taking the back door.
My appetite was ruined, but I gobbled down so grapes, asked one of the maids to package so of the tasty looking fruits for , and headed out when I felt the coast was clear.
Unlike before when I rode in one of Snow’s cars with one of the drivers driving , this ti I already texted Ella, asking her to bring my car to Snow’s house.
The shock on Ella’s face when I stepped out of the house and towards her was priceless. For a minute, I completely forgot my anger and laughed at her awestruck look.
"Hello, bestie."
"Shut up..." Ella exaggerated with a wave as she rushed to hug , but I knew there was more. "You fucking landed a bloody jackpot, bae. This is huge."
"Yeah, too bad his attention ain’t on ," I mumbled. "Anyways, in one year this would be all over."
My downcast mood got to Ella pretty quickly. Her eyes raked over my face, her fingers holding my shoulders in place. "What went wrong? How did you quench that spark between you too?"
Within a minute, a series of questions flew from Ella’s lips, making my head churn.
I shook her off and entered the driver’s seat, leaving her standing there.
When my car ca to life, Ella blinked before rushing in. "Hey," she called out while strapping her seat belt. "You want to talk about it?"
"No. Just know, he has soone else and like every other flee scumbag, I ssed up."
Thankfully Ella fell silent till I dropped her off at ho and headed to work. The morning went like every other day and by 9, we were inford Snow wasn’t coming to the company.
Great. I had peace of mind.
With Marcus dragging his feet on the deal, I decided to shift gears. If Marcus was proving to be a pain, I needed another option. Fast.
I scrolled through my notes and contacts, hunting for soone who could rival Marcus in the industry. That’s when I found him—Andrew Blake.
Younger, sharper and known for closing deals quicker than anyone else. If I could get him on board, maybe Snow wouldn’t need Marcus at all and Ivan, God help that bastard.
Picking up the phone, I dialled the number listed for Blake Industries. My fingers drumd nervously on the desk as I waited.
"Blake Industries. How may I direct your call?" ca the sweet voice.
I straightened in my chair, pushing aside the lingering anger from the morning. "This is Zara Zephyr from Aurora Conglorate Inc. I’d like to speak with Mr. Andrew Blake about a potential collaboration."
There was a brief pause, followed by the soft clicking of keys on a keyboard. "One mont, please. I’ll transfer you to Mr. Blake’s assistant."
I waited, scanned my notes, holding my breath. "Good day. Mr. Blake’s office."
I greeted and explained my request again and waited. "Alright. Mr. Blake can et with you at 3 p.m. Does that work for you?"
Perfect timing. Just enough ti to finalize my presentation. "Yes, 3 p.m. is great. Thank you."
I hung up, releasing my breath. I finally had sothing to focus on besides Snow’s cryptic behaviour.
Maybe this deal would bring Sniw and on a levelled ground. An hour passed and I remained neck deep in my presentation, editing things to suit Blake Industries’ taste, when a knock at the door interrupted .
"Zara," Snow’s secretary poked her head in, looking a bit hesitant. "There’s soone here to see you. He says he’s from... Blake Industries."
I blinked in surprise. "Already?" I glanced at the clock—3 p.m. was still hours away.
The secretary mirrored my confusion. "Yes, but he insisted it was urgent."
I sighed, pushing my chair back and standing up. "Alright, send him in."
To my surprise, Andrew Blake himself walked in. Tall, confident, with sharp features and an easy smile that instantly put on edge. I stood up to greet him.
"Mr. Blake," I said, extending my hand, "I wasn’t expecting you at all, let alone this early. We had a eting set for later this afternoon."
"I like to handle things quickly," he replied, shaking my hand firmly. "I had so free ti and thought, why not since I was driving through? Let’s see if we can get sothing going sooner."
His directness caught off guard, but I couldn’t help but admire his proactive attitude.
As we sat down, I launched into my pitch, explaining Aurora’s vision and what we needed. Blake listened intently, asking the occasional question, but he seed intrigued.
Just as I felt like I was gaining traction, the door swung open—hard. My head snapped up and there he was—Snow, his eyes locked on Blake with a deadly calm that sent a shiver down my spine.
’Oh shit.’
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