Contrary to what Katherine thought that Damien went there on his own accord for her, it was her grandfather, Theodore, who actually called him to co over. Not knowing why he was there that morning after what she told him yesterday, she was starting to feel annoyed. She kept her face unreadable and shot him a look as though she didn't want to talk to him and strolled towards her grandfather on the right sofa.
"Pumpkin! Good, you're here. I invited Chairman Park for so tea and he is telling about his recent trip to Monaco where he plans to build his next project. I'm sure you've heard of that already since you worked for him before, right?" Chairman Young leaned closer to Katherine as if to whisper but his voice was loud enough for Damien to hear, "I'm trying to curry favor to this young gentleman so he will consider using our company there for his next project."
Katherine shot Damien a look. No, she actually didn't know anything about his next project in Monaco. However, Katherine did know that her family's business has a branch in that small country that is known as the 'Billionaires' Playground' where 32% of the population or one in every three people is a millionaire. She got curious as to what he was actually planning.
"Is that so? Hmmm I didn't know about that. But Grandpa, President Park is quite a busy man You have troubled him today," she said in the gentlest voice.
"It's not a problem. Chairman Young didn't trouble at all." Damien took a slow sip of his tea, keeping his gaze steady at Katherine who seed like she was uncomfortable in her seat.
Chairman Young softly chuckled. "He flatters so much. I feel young when I talk to him, Pumpkin. Ah, where were you when I called you?"
"I ca from Director Bai's office and gave him so supplents."
"You are too kind, my dear. Everyone must have felt welcod by you instead of the opposite."
Katherine only smiled at him and before she could say sothing, Damien had placed his teacup on the table and said, "Chairman, my apologies but I need to return to my office. There are so matters that I need to attend to."
"Oh, yes yes of course. Katherine, why don't you walk him out?" Chairman Young got up and gestured for Katherine to move along.
Left with no choice, Katherine did as she was told and chaperoned Damien to his car after the two n bid farewell to each other.
"I didn't do this on purpose," Damien spoke first as they arrived in the lobby after having a quiet ride in the private elevator where Katherine refused to talk to him. People watched as the two of them passed, whispering to each other and gushing about Damien's beauty while speculating his relationship with their Chairman's granddaughter who just joined the company.
"Mm. Okay." She walked faster until they reached the front of the building where Markus was waiting by a black rcedes.
With an equally annoyed expression, Damien sighed and caught up to her, catching her elbow. "You don't believe ?"
"What are you now, best friends with my grandfather, coming over to play tea party?" she asked.
"He called. Was I supposed to refuse?"
"Yes," she muttered in a bratty tone, not caring that she was being unreasonable at the mont. She didn't know why she was feeling mad. She didn't really hate seeing him, but he always appeared when she wanted to get away for the anti. Now she was starting to think that he was doing it on purpose.
"I was raised to respect the elderly, Katherine. And he's your grandfather. Would you have rejected Nana? You clearly didn't when she invited you the other night." Damien's voice was cold, slightly irritated at her behavior.
Her shoulders relaxed at the sa ti that her heart fluttered at the tone of his voice, missing even the way he gets mad at her. "Sorry" she said.
Just one word from her and his irritation lted like a snowflake eting the sunlight. He smiled. "Have dinner with ."
"I can't," she answered almost instantly.
"You can't or you won't?"
"Both."
Digging his hands in his pockets, Damien tilted his head and confidently told her, "You need my recomndation and I can give it to you. This will be a business eting."
Katherine ford a winning smile on her beautiful face and crossed her arms in front of her chest, feeling smug. "Fine. et for lunch on Friday."
"Lunch?" his brows imdiately knitted. "Why not dinner?"
"I have to keep my evenings open."
Damien scoffed. It sounded like she was expecting dinner dates with other n. "So you're putting '', in your lunch schedule? That sounds so businessy for a date."
"Oh, yeah? President Park, I thought you said this was a business eting and not a date?" Katherine's knowing smile plastered on her face.
"Fine. Friday lunch. I'll pick you up." His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched. He wanted a dinner date. Not a lunch date. So unromantic.
Katherine suppressed a laugh by pressing her lips into a thin line.
Her bright expression fell when all of a sudden, a blond, skinny, young woman wearing a sexy top and skinny jeans clung to Damien's neck. "I can't believe it's you! I haven't seen you in a while! How have you been?"
Damien had a horrified look on his face. He didn't know who this woman was at all. With a firm grasp and swift move, he unhooked her arms off him and pushed her aside. "Get off. Who the hell are you?" He rolled his shoulder as though he was trying to get rid of the unwelcod feeling of a stranger's arms on him.
He glanced at Katherine who was looking at him and the woman, her brows furrowed, studying them like she was trying to make sense of sothing. "I don't know who she is, I swear," he reassured.
"Oh, don't be silly. Of course, you know who I am. Have you already forgotten that one night?" The blond woman was back fast as if she wasn't affected by his harsh tone at all and clung onto him again, her hands playing with the collar of his coat and she batted her eyes at him coyly.
Having seen enough, Katherine's eyes burned ferociously. She catwalked towards the woman and with a wicked smile on her face, she played with the woman's blond hair with her fingers. "Get your filthy hands off my man," Katherine said in a sultry voice, making the skinny woman instantly pull back from Damien.
Taking advantage, Katherine ran her fingers on Damien's tie, her fiery gaze never leaving the woman's stunned expression and she added, "Trust , darling you're not his type."
"I-I-I I'm sorry. I thought you were soone else." The woman scurried away, intimidated by Katherine's fierce aura.
Damien watched the entire scene without blinking. His ears perked up the mont Katherine's persona switched from her normal one to a woman who resembled the Katherine whom he t years ago a tigress.
His heart was kicking in his ribcage. He gulped at the sight of her as she toyed with his tie. He might have just fallen in love with her all over again.
"Your man, huh?" he probed in almost a whisper.
Katherine looked at him in the eye, her hand gripping his tie and she started pulling him towards the rcedes. "Baby, get in the car."
"Baby?" He raised a brow. 'I an of course, I'm your baby.'
With the backseat's door open, Katherine gave him a charming smile. "Honey, please get in the car."
Damien didn't know what was going on with her. But with her commanding yet sweet voice and her hand still pulling on his tie, he had his tail tucked between his legs. "Yes, ma'am."
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