Versace Comes Beckoning, Run Away From Your Ex's Demands
Versace Comes Beckoning, Run Away From Your Ex's Demands
Day 200 of The Andie Chronicles
These 'emergency' meetings my ex held in his office were becoming annoying.
We had a regular Monday meeting where he could tell us everything we needed to know. And then we had this vast email system that he regularly blasted us with. Why do you need to drag us into his office, too?
We all filed into his office, one by one. We look like a parade of army soldiers ready to go to battle. I felt like a soldier. I was prepared for battle when my feet stepped onto his polished floorboards.
My guard was up. I was ready to fight him. And today, his request was worth fighting about that; I knew that much.
Douglas stood behind his desk, waving a piece of paper around like it was some sermon for him to preach from.
"I have tickets for all of you." He waved them before our faces.
"These tickets are significant; they are for this Saturday. At the races. I need everyone at Flemington by ten, dressed and ready for the members. Dressed for a private suite with my name on it. On your best behaviour."
He paused, dropping his head to study the tickets before resuming his focus on us.
"Okay, maybe behaviour is not the right word. But you are representing me the races. This is when you will mingle with important people who can be very interested in your brand. The head of David Jones will be with us so you need to be your best. Do you understand?"
And with a swift flick of his head, he fixated on me. I felt him dressing me down, analysing what I was wearing, and wondering if I could measure up.
I could feel nothing but insulted by the way he looked at me. He knew that I could measure up, having proved it before. Many times. I was his partner for months. I would go to parties, soirees, and dinners and act as the ever-doting partner. Everyone complimented me and complimented him on his choice of partner.
Why did he think I was going to let him down now?
After each of us was given the tickets, we returned to our offices. I started to start sketching when my phone began to ring. I answered, and a familiar voice cooed at me.
"Are you free, Andie?" asked the voice.
"Yes, Olivia, I am. Did you want to come speak to me?"
"Yes, I have something for you that was left with Angela. Can I come now?"
I waited for Olivia to arrive. I wondered what she had from Douglas's ageing assistant. What could she have in her position that Angela could've given to me personally? Or that Douglas hadn't given me when he gave us the tickets? It was like the meeting in his office was never going to end.
Olivia knocked on the door. She entered, holding a garment bag. The brand was written clearly across, ‘Versace’ in bold white letters against the black fabric.
"What is this?" I enquired, unable to contain my shock at the designer gift.
"This is a dress for you for the weekend."
"Okay," I stuttered. "Where did this dress come from?"
"It was originally sent here for Annabella. But Douglas rejected it and told me to give it to you. Would you like me to open the bag and look at it? See if it fits?"
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
By the way, this all started when Andie turned thirty-five, and her then-boyfriend didn’t call her.
Or the day after that.
Or the day after that, too.
Everything started to unravel when her BFFs got into bed with her ex, too… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
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