Part 3

All he's feeling was furious in contrast to what he felt the first time he laid his eyes on the woman. He was looking at the person who almost destroyed his reputation five years ago.

"So you're here," he opened smiling. Fake it till you make it, that's what some women said

"You know each other?" Mark asked as the main architect transfered his stare to both of them

"Yes, I first met her, maybe, seven years ago right?" he replied without looking at the male architect. He can't help but smirked at the woman. "She was a budding architect then."

"Well, here she is now, one of our country's finest," he heard Mark said proudly that stole his eyes. The guy seems borrowed all the universe starlight to gazed upon the lady architect and took one of his hand on the small of her back.

In.his.face

"Of course, one of the best. I saw that in her seven years ago," he replied and nodded towards her once, "You lost your eyeglasses huh?"

"Ahm, yes Mr. Roberts I exchanged it with contact lenses," she responded. So the girl still got her tongue he thought. She looks better now than the last time he saw her even that time when she was young and gullible

"Well that's good news. That you knew each other, this might help in your dream project Mr. Roberts," said Mark smiling.

"Yes, you're right. It's nice to know where you are finally Ms. Thomas?" he said and pointed at that woman with his palm, "Are you still Ms. Thomas?"

She just nodded once, "Yes but can we start our meeting now, Mr. Roberts?"

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She knew that piece of parchment. The paper that showing coordinates of a piece of a land at Northern hills. It's coordinate shows the shape of the land they are going to work with. Northern hills is the part of the Johnson Republic where rich and famous put their dream homes and the houses to be built there should be flambouyant, screaming out the power and money the owner possessed.

The land Luke's assisstant has been showing was at the edge of a hill overlooking the city. She know that there's a view like that because she chose that. It's supposed to be a gift for her. A gift from the man she loves and she thought loved her.

There, in the middle of it should have been her best creation as an architect. She poured all her heart into that house. Their love nest. Now all she's hearing was a bachelor's dream house.

"Tell me Mr. Roberts, how do you see your proposed house?" Mark asked

The guy grinned, "I want a house where I can see the skyline of the city at night as I went to sleep"

The two architects looked at each other

"So you want your main room at the hillside?" Mark inquired

"Yes, but the room should have an adjacent balcony on it. Like that on Iron man movie, what's part is that sugar?" he asked the dark haired beauty at his right smiling. Actually, it's grinning. The guy's got that grin as a permanent fixture on his face

"Part three, Luke," Dianne replied when she looked at him through her shoulder smiling then went back to tapping her fingers on her laptop.

"Yeah, that one," he said and looked at Tin again

They thought at first Dianne was their client as she was the one coordinated the scheduled meeting but it turned out that she's the secretary. Judging by how she eye fucked her boss, she knew the girl is doing something more than her job description.

"Well that's kind of extra ordinary Mr. Roberts," said Mark

"Ah, you can do that. What's your fine architect here for?" She stopped from taking notes and looked at the guy who just talked. He was pointing at her

"But Mr. Robert, that will cost you money as the engineers….." Tin's statement cut off by the hand gesturing him to stop

"Anything for my bachelor's house. Money is not a problem," the guy said

"Anything more you want us to put in our consideration for the design Mr. Roberts?" she asked professionally. She wants to end this meeting once and for all

"Well, I want it minimalist with few edges that shouting it's a big man cave. Brown, black, white, I like that hues," he said gesturing his hands in swaying motion

He smiled triumphantly when he walked out of their building. Finally, he now know where she is. He knows what makes her tick and he will use that for a plan that he will build for revenge purposes.

Luke texted his sister Ingrid to thank her. She was the one who advised him to get Linton as her friends are raving about Linton's work. "Get ready Christine, I'm going to hit you hard", he said to himself as he rode at the back of his car

Christine hurried to the common restroom when the meeting ends. The guy broke her heart many years ago and now, it seems that he wants to pound it to pieces even more.

It was her baby. The house she's been dreaming ever since she was young. She remembered looking to that lot and imagining how her house will stood there. She even made that drawing even before she graduated! At first she asked for her father's help to track the owner of the lot. She planned to buy it but she was looking into some years of frugalities and overtimes just to get the land. Her father offered some help but she rather not accept it. She wants to get the land out of her hardships

She resigned into crying at the restroom's cubicle. She can't restrained the feeling that she's been keeping ever since she saw that piece of land earlier

A knock stopped her from crying, "Tin, is that you?" The familiar female voice told her it's Emma

"Yes, is there anything you need?" Tin asked, still locking herself in the cubicle, sitting on a closed toilet

"I heard you crying, what's the problem?" Emma asked

She released a breathe. She can't escape it and can't even lie that she isn't crying so she chose to open the door and looked at her co-worker

"Yes I'm crying, my favorite shoe broke it's expensive," she lied

"Oh, we can take it at the nearest mall. There's some shoe repair services there. I'll send our messenger to do that. Or we can buy a new one?" Emma offered

She shook her head, "No, it's a gift from Frida. She will be disappointed if she knew what happened. I think I'll take the repair option." Frida is one of her friend who keeps on reminding her to be risky in her fashion choices not the boring black corporate dresses she always wore and yet she can't bring herself in doing that even if Frida offered her service to shop for her.

"Ok, I'll send the messenger but for now, you can you use my slippers at my desk," Emma offered

"Thank you Emma," she smiled at last