Chapter 37
[Cordelia]
The rest of my morning went by in a flurry of signed purchase orders and special requests. There wasn’t enough time for me to think about Atlas or anything else.
By the end of the afternoon, I had secured over one million dollars in orders and there are still another three hours of the market to go. Buyers and other investors are still swarming around booths, looking for collections to add to their stores, all of them buzzing about the next big event–the Best of Market Fashion Show.
“Hey, Cordy!” Clark’s micro drone hovers next to his left ear like an electronic assistant, recording our conversation like an interview. “Did you hear the news?”
Tilly and I look at each other.
“The list for the Best of Market Show was just released,” he pulls out a copy of the list and begins reading off the names. A few popular designers are listed, no surprise there, including Mathilda Madison.“…And,” he pauses for dramatic effect, “Cordelia Louise Designs!” he announces.
Heads turn as Tilly and I scream in excitement, our hands clasped as we bounce up and down like I just won the lottery. Newcomers rarely get selected for this show, especially not in their first year!.
“I told you!” Tilly exclaims, “You are a rockstar!”
Clark excuses himself to interview a few more winners. Tilly, who suddenly looks exhausted, asks me to watch her booth while she takes a little break. Remembering how she kindly set up my booth this morning, I immediately agreed.
Working alone, I am thinking of how much has happened in the last few hours when I feel a powerful, almost magnetic draw. Standing two booths away, Atlas is watching me, his eyes alight with pride. He starts to move towards the booth, but I turn away. I don’t strong enough to face him yet. My heart still burns as I think about him and Sydney alone together at this convention.
“Congratulations, Cordelia,” I can feel his warmth as he stands close, not quite touching, but near enough that I can smell his signature, clean scent. “I am not surprised that you got in, your line is incredible.”
“Did you have something to do with it,” I close my eyes, not wanting to see how much the thought hurts me. I want to believe I did something incredible, but I can’t help but think that money, not talent, was behind this choice. “Did you pay someone or…”
“No,” he protests arrogantly. I open my eyes in surprise to find my gaze matched by his steely glare as he declares “I would never do that, Cordelia. You earned your spot.”
I take a step away from him, and his expression grows soft and sad. It is the same vulnerability from the night at the police station. It seems so foreign on the face of a man who prefers to be in control.
Sighing deeply I ask, “Why are you here, Atlas?” I turn my face away again so he doesn’t see my pain as I ask “Shouldn’t you be with Sydney? Where is she?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care,” he replies blandly. “She’s probably still upset from earlier, but she was in the wrong. Maybe she deserves to be upset.”
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Chapter 37
“Aren’t you two dating,” I query, shocked at his sudden change of tone.
“It’s strictly professional,” he insists. “She is my assistant, nothing else is going on.”
I give him a long, hard look. “I’ve seen the two of you together, Atlas. Is she aware that you aren’t dating?”
He ignores my question. Setting his hands on the countertop of my booth, he moans, “Why do we always argue, Cordelia? I came here to ask you something, but now, I’m not sure where to start.”
“Maybe you can start with th as
truth,” I demand as I turn away from him.
I’m done with this nonsense. I am about to ask Clark to watch my booth when Atlas calls out, “I want to offer you a job.”
“You cannot be serious?” I gasp. “Me, come work for you?”
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