The Proud Boss Lady.

Chapter 14: 14

Jess unlocked the door to her brother's apartment as she entered with her luggage. She looked around

the house and it was tidy and beautiful. Zed had given her directions to her room already so she

dragged her bags to the room he had shown her. It was well kept and looked comfortable. The walls

were turquoise with white designs of beautiful flowers.

She closed the door behind her and started to unpack her bags. This was going to be a new chapter in

her life. She didn't close her salon down, she had someone else managing it until she was done with

her studies.

Freya was buzzing with excitement as her workers moved up and down making sure everything was

ready for her launch. She always had the same giddy feeling each time she was launching a new

collection.

“Everything set?" She asked Carla who had just entered the office.

“Yes, boss." She replied curtly.

“If there is nothing else to do, have everyone go home to rest and prepare for the launch tonight." She

instructed.

“Okay, and don't stress yourself too much have enough rest everything would be fine, you got this."

Carla convinced walking out of the office.

Soraya sat at the bar alone sipping on champagne. She had missed Nichole's company and yet there

was no way she was admitting that to her, her ego won't let her stoop so low to do that.

I could get a new best friend with just a snap of my fingers. She said as if on cur Bella entered the bar

with her girls. She spotted Soraya and walked to her table.

“I can see your bodyguard isn't here with you." She teased.

“I fired her, the position is vacant if you're willing to have it." She concentrated on her drink.

“Wait, are you serious or you're pulling my legs?" She interestingly asked.

“Does it look like I'm joking or playing around?" She rudely asked.

“It's just, that--"

“Are you in or out?" She asked more sternly.

“Of course I am in, who would pass the offer of becoming Soraya's best friend." She said to her other

friends.

“What about us?' Shelly, one of Bella's girls asked.

“You're free to tag along." She said as they sat at her table talking about random stuff, looking for the

next man to take home.

Actually, these brats aren't bad company at all. Soraya thought. If only she knew that they had a motive

of their own.

“Jess?" Zed called as he got home. He closed from his shop early so he could make it for Freya's

launch.

“Hey bro." She came out of the kitchen wearing a apron.

“Have you been here for long?" He asked.

“Yeah, I came in the morning." She answered serving him dinner.

“I hope Ma and Amelia are fine?" He inquired.

“They good." She said as she served him his dinner. After dinner, he headed to his room to have a

shower and get ready for Freya's launch.

“Headed somewhere?" Jess asked watching tv.

“Yes, to a friend's launch." He smiled.

He looked handsome in his attire tonight.

“Have fun and I hope to meet with this friend someday." Jess teased.

“Don't worry, you will. By the way, when do you start class?" He changed the topic.

“ Tomorrow." She smiled at him.

“Okay then, get more rest before your class and lock the door behind me. I have a spare key." He said

picking it from the counter.

“Yes, boss." She said as he walked out of the house and sat on his bike driving off to the event.

The launch had started with guests dropping in. Freya looked ravishing in her outfit with Carla by her

side. The rest of her employees were seated mingling with other guests waiting for the models to walk

the runway and display the collection.

Zed walked in and sat at the back watching the whole show. He came in when the models started to

walk the runway. Her collections were stunning, she was a true fashion designer by heart and he was

proud of his friend.

The judges were top fashion designers in the fashion world. They were proud of her works and her

designs.

All too soon, the showcase had come to an end and Freya was awarded for a good job done. She

stood on the stage looking ravishing as the press took pictures of her and asked her a whole lot of

questions concerning her work.

“So, as a successful woman in the fashion world, how come you have no man to share that with?" One

of the media personnel asked her.

“I remember saying on Vega's show that the man I love has feelings for someone else, but now it

seems he's losing interest in him, so I am just waiting for him to be emotionally stable then tell him how

I've felt for him all this while, for now, I'm just happy to be his friend and confidant." She answered

looking at a confused Zed.

“That would be all for now." The personal said as she came down from the stage mingling with her

work colleagues and other top fashion designers.

Zed sat at the table sipping his drink waiting for her to be free before walking over to talk to her. She

looked beautiful that night. Her laugher and smiles were captivating.

He tried to shake the thought off his mind but still, he felt attracted to her.

No, this cannot happen, Freya is just a friend besides I'm not over Soraya, I still love her. He pondered.

He was lost in his thoughts and didn't realise that Freya had approached him.

“Hey, are you okay?" She asked putting her hand on his shoulder.

“I'm fine, and congratulations." He took her hand and kissed it making her blush.

“Thank you." She shyly smiled.

“You welcome sweetheart, you really look good tonight." He complimented her, raking her body with his

eyes.

Get a while of yourself Zed. His mind told.

“Thank you, have you had anything to eat yet?" She asked sitting beside him.

“No, I was waiting for you." He smiled.

“Okay then, waiter!" Freya flagged one of the male waiters to place an order for both of them. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Is Jess in?" She questioned.

“Yes, she came in this morning, her class starts tomorrow morning." He told.

“Okay, that's nice. I'm glad she decided to come to enhance her skills, it's time she did." She advised.

“Yes, Ma'am." Zed teased her as the waiter placed the food before both of them.

“Bon appetite!" He said before leaving their table.