Mondays were the worst days in the week. Is there a person who likes mondays?! Because if yes I want to know that person and ask them why!
Mondays come after the weekend and it's the first day of a long tiring week before you can have two other days of rest.
However, since Cameron and I began working together I started to hate mondays a little less. Especially that monday which was the day of our celebrating event to promote the car company I worked for.
"Two coffees please. An americano and a caffee-latte." I orderdered in the coffee shops in front of the street where the event was supposed to start in 20 minutes.
The team I hired to set the place was fixing the lights and checking if everything was set perfectly.
I waved at Cameron while he walked inside.
He sat on the chair near me and took a deep breath, "they should have already finished. But seems like we found the slowest trackmen ever." He complained.
I liked to see him slightly irritated, because his jaw tensed and his face structure poped up. His voice also got deeper and nearly hoarse.
I knew that he wasn't mad at the team for taking their time in the assembly but he was mad and irritated by something potentially going bad and out of his control.
The waiter gave us our coffee and he smiled, "thank you, I needed it."
He took some sips and exhaled, "Guests will be in a hour or so, I sent the invites to few of my clients and the ones I helped during the years to climb up to their position. The more people came the more the event will be spoken anout and we will have a bigger fame in case we would host other events like that one.
The team of trackmen finally left after setting everything in place and I contemplated the yellow lamborghini exposed for a bit.
The bright yellow color of the lamborghini brightened even more casting the ligh.
"My grandfather loved cars so much, we used to go to the races together every weekend. He always made me notice the few women who were in the audiences. Half of them were there for exposure, or to check on their husbands but the other half were the ones who were really passionated about cars. He told me: find a woman who looks at the car that way and you will find a treasure."
He smiled, "I guess I found that treasure."
I darted my gaze from the car to him, that was the second time he opened up about his family in the same day.
Did that mean he was making progress? My heart swallowed with joy.
"Your grandfather seems like he was a good person." I replied, I wished I could kiss him to show him how much the words touched all the cords of my heart.
"He was the only good man in my family."
He swallowed down as his voice lowered down, I brushed my fingers with his, letting him deduce I was there for him whenever he needed.
"Let's go," he whispered when some people started to walk to admire the car.
We went out of the coffee shop and reached the center of the square.
In about one hour the place was filled wirh potential clients and people who wandered around.
some of them probablt never seen nor touched a car like that, their eyes shined and a big smile
curved their lips.
Nicholas Willey, the client we were waiting for finally walked in, wearing a vintage long coat and italian shoes. He was so elegant and his gaze immediately fell on the lamborghini.
He walked straightforward to it and I could feel my heart beating in anticipation, I just wished everything would go well.
"He seems interested." Cameron said tilting his head to the side.
"Maybe learning that we made all this for him will increase his interest." I raised my eyebrow and he chuckled.
"I will have a chat with him, don't miss me too much." He winked at me and walked away, so I turned around to reach few clients who looked lost as if they needed information.
As I walked to them a woman appeared in the middle of the crowd, I recognized her smirk. She was Madison, the jealous girl at the party and none other than probably Cameron's ex.
Why was she there?
"Hello," she said.
"You really work in a car company huh." Her voice rang high pitched and I could feel my nlood boiling in my veins at the recall of what she dared to say to me at the party.
"I do, so if you're interested in purchasing a car you can ask me. Otherwise, I have work to do." I said coldy and remarking an annoyed tone of voice.
coming there was way too much, even if she was one of his exes.
Cameron kept talking and seemed so busy in the conversation wirh our client that he didn't notice I was in difficulty.
She handed me a note, "If you ever want to talk to me about mister charming prince you can call me."
She turned around and walked away after hinting at a wave with her hand.
I took a deep breath and slipped the note in my bag.
I didn't know if I had to tell Cameron, one part of me wanted to do so but another one was curious to hear what that woman had to tell me and what she had to do with him.
Maybe I should ask him that.
"Lily? This is Mr Willey." Cameron flashened me a big proud smile and Nicholas stretched his hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." I returned the smile to both of them and then cleared my voice.
"Do you like our event?" I asked, not hiding my interest and my curiosity.
My gaze fell for some instants on Cameron who was looking at me frowning his forehead slightly, he probably noticed my tensed tone of voice and wondered what was wrong.