When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 40

Was it Merritt's warning that did the trick? Clyde had been unusually quiet these days. Even at the office, he'd look the other way when our paths crossed.

Just when I thought he was done making my life difficult, Kayla decided to stir up some real trouble.

Aspire World had sent representatives. And she, for some reason, didn't bother to inform me and left them hanging in the conference room. When I got Vinson's text, I found out he and his team had been at our office for over an hour.

I rushed to the meeting room. "Vinson, you're with Aspire World?"

"I'm so sorry. My colleague didn't tell me you were here. I would've been here immediately if you'd texted me sooner."

Seeing him surrounded by his team, I could tell he held a position of authority. A part of me was secretly thrilled. If Vinson were in charge of the project, it’d be a cakewalk compared to dealing with Bill.

A young lady beside Vinson shot me a disapproving look. "Starting by name-dropping? Ms. Crawford, you made us wait this long. You think this will slide like that, huh? Last time, you made Mr. Jenkins wait, and now, Mr. Davis. What, is this your way of showing dominance?"

I put on my best apologetic smile and kept saying sorry over and over. With Vinson smoothing things over, the atmosphere lightened a bit.

That was when Lina walked in, arms laden with a dozen cups of coffee and a box of assorted pastries. "Sorry, everyone, Ms. Crawford insisted this bakery was worth the hype, so I queued up. My apologies for the delay. I got a variety of the most popular flavors and some pastries. Let's enjoy these while we talk."

I shot Lina a grateful look. She wiped the sweat from her brow and winked at me.

The Aspire World team, mostly young folks, livened up with the offer of good food.

"This coffee shop's the talk of the town. I couldn't even get in last time."

"It’s easier to communicate with the younger crowd, no generation gap, similar tastes."

"Ms. Crawford did her homework. I haven’t seen these pastries in the store before."

As I thought we were about to get down to business, oblivious to the room, Kayla barged in. "Already digging in? Are we here for a meeting or a feast?" She sneered at the spread on the table. "Melanie, this is what you serve your guests? Store-bought cakes that cost a few bucks? Embarrassing."