Chapter 6 Meeting Her Again

LORRAINE'S POV I woke up to an e-mail from my ex-husband's assistant informing me that he has booked a luxurious suite in the city's biggest hotel for our meeting. The assistant must be at liberty to spend his boss's money on this quest, otherwise his salary alone wouldn't buy water in Platinum Peak hotel let alone book a presidential suite. Too bad I am going to turn down their offer regardless of how good it is. I wore one of my most sophisticated dresses, a design that has captivated the markets but is currently being worn by the high-class only. I only wanted to blend in with the elite rich, which seem to be working out well so far. I walk through the elegant entrance and and make my way to the re "Miss Sarah Rosefield, please come with me," the neatly dressed bellhop requests and I follow her down a wide hallway that leads to an exclusive wing if the hotel. She halts at a golden door with beautiful engravings on the frames. "This is it." She informs before opening the door. As I enter the room, I am enveloped by an atmosphere of grandeur and refinement. The rooms decor is tastefully luxurious, featuring high-end furnishings, original artwork and elegant drapes. A plumb man in white suit sits on one of the plush chairs surrounding a mahogany table. I am guessing that he is my ex-husband's assistant even though I have never seen him before. Another figure in black suit is hidden by the waitress serving them coffee. I can see lean feet underneath the table, but nothing more. The plumb man rises from his seat upon noticing my presence and approaches with a winning smile. "Miss Sarah Rosefield, thank you for agreeing to meet us." He says while shaking my hand. "My boss accompanied me. He wanted to present our new offer to you personally." The assistant informs and my heart races. His boss? Doesn't that mean my ex-husband? The waitress moves away from the table and I finally get a glimpse of the other man's face. It's just as stunningly beautiful as it were years ago, and I am disgusted by the sight of it now more than ever. I should have known that he would be here, because assistants do not afford presidential suites alone. His designer suit is sleek. The ring around his finger and the watch around his wrist are all made of gold and diamonds. He looks like he owns the world, but he is the last person I wanted to meet again. The world may worship his beauty and money, but the sight of him only reminds me of bad memories. His eyes are narrow as he gazes at me. I am no longer the dependent housewife he rudely discarded. My life changed and my name and appearance as well. I doubt he recognises me now.. "Mr. Ravenwood, meet Sarah Rain Rosenfield, the best designer of our generation." The assistant introduces. His boss however look dumbfounded as his gaze remains fixed on my face. "Lorraine? It's you, isn't it?" He questions in an astounded voice. I will not turn and run like the former me would have done. I came to turn down their offer, and that's exactly what I am going to do. I changed my identity and will not admit to being the foolish woman who once worshipped him. "Who's Lorraine, Mr Ravenwood? Your assistant just told you my name." I act confused. "It's Sarah Rosefield if you don't mind." I remind. He frowns, rises from his seat and walks closer. I stand my ground, acting like I have never seen or met him before. "You may have changed, but not enough to fool my eyes." He says in the gentlest of voices. His hand comes up to touch my face, and I step back. "I am not whoever it is you think I am! I came here for a business deal and I will leave if you don't stop acting strange." I state. "Sir... you clearly have confused Miss Rosefield with someone else." His assistant stutters, vividly afraid of his boss. "Believe me, I am certain of who she is." He says without affording his assistant a glance. "Are you also going to deny that you know me? That you were once my beloved and committed housewife?" "You have lost your mind, Mr. Ravenwood. I must leave now." I say angrily and turn to leave. I feel his fingers wrap around my arm, and he pulls me back. "If you really are not my Lorraine, then why don't you agree to work for me? I am offering to pay you whatever amount you desire." He says. "I would rather work for sane people." I sternly respond and pull my hand out of his grasp. I rush towards the door before he can take hold of my hand again. "I am willing to pretend that you're someone else if you accept to design for my brand. You can also choose the position you want." He desperately offers. "I still prefer sanity." I answer before spamming the door shut. I do not look back on my way out of the five star hotel. I had no idea that the jerk would be there, otherwise I would have rejected his offers by email and never agreed to a meeting. It was however surprising to hear him request that I join his brand. That he would pay me whatever amount of money I want. I may not admit that I am Lorrraine, the wife he rudely discarded, but I do remember that he thought I was the most useless person on earth and all he needed was a woman of value. Why would he do desperately want my useless brains now?