"I bet you enjoyed the service, didn't you?" Natasha questioned with a smirk, making her way in.
"You..." Betsy fumed as the door closed with a thud. She felt like pulling her hair off. Her only wish was for Natasha to stop visiting their church. Originally, she was supposed to lead worship, but Natasha came and prolonged her stage time on purpose.
In time past, she used to hang out with Kingsley and discuss life and the future before he became obsessed with Natasha a year ago. What else was she going to take away from her?
As if on cue, she looked ahead and saw him striding towards her.
"Hi.. Kingsley" She smiled wistfully.
"Is Natasha in?" He asked instead.
"These days, you don't check up on us," she replied with an underlying message.
"Betsy, Can you stop making things difficult?"
"Kingsley, I love you... I've always loved you," she confessed, holding on to his right hand. He looked around in shock.
"Hey, take your hands off me," He snapped, skidding off in the opposite direction. This girl was sure up to something. What if Samantha or Mara saw them together? Won't they have suspicions about him?
Betsy glared at him as he walked away. "It's not over. I'll make sure you're mine"
***
Monday morning and Natasha was ready to kill the bees. In a custom-made red trouser suit and silver ankle strap heels by Alpha, she radiated the aura of a successful heir.
It was an opportunity for the company to thrive and to prove her father wrong. She wasn't about to lose her worth and competence to Williams.
He had promised to watch from the office. She didn't know what to make out of his exceptionally gracious attitude. As long as he didn't place difficulties on her path, there would be no problem. If he did, she wouldn't hesitate to strike back. Alpha was her family legacy, and she wanted it to remain that way, regardless of what her father thought.
At the dressing room, the make-up artist applied finishing touches to her face while Ruth checked her phone for highlights and updates. The conference will decide Alpha's fate as a top fashion brand.
She scrolled through the comments on their social media page, muttering that some people clearly didn't wish them well.
"Don't let that bother you. We were born to win," Natasha replied confidently, flipping through Evolve's latest edition. Ruth nodded her head in acceptance. Just yesterday, her boss had asked her to prepare some documents.She did. She had utmost faith in Natasha.
Rita Wills sauntered in at that moment, her manager Melissa and assistant following closely behind. As usual, they made noisy sounds with their heels.
"Good morning, Natasha Barnett," she greeted icily.
"You're doing excellently well, Rita. Aren't you?" Natasha asked, giving off a calm vibe. Clearly, they were present to make things difficult, but she was too mature to let them have the upper hand.
"You appear so cool and collected for someone whose future is in jeopardy." Rita scoffed. She couldn't believe that Natasha was unruffled. Wasn't she supposed to be shaking? The future of Alpha depended on this interview... With her words, she could mend or break Alpha's fashion line and jewellery collection.
"Do you have something up your sleeves?" Natasha asked with an upturned smile.
"How dare you accuse us of the mess you're in?" Melissa gritted her teeth. This CEO was way too pompous.
Natasha stood.
"The interview is in few minutes. You should get ready," She advised, adjusting Rita's hair. And with calculated steps, walked out of the room. Ruth mirrored her actions. However, just at the door, she turned and blew them a kiss.
"You'll surely crash!" Rita shouted after her vibrating with anger.
"She keeps thinking she's someone special. Doesn't she?" Her assistant huffed, holding her by the shoulders.
"Let go of me!" She retorted, stomping her feet. With her free hands, she turned the tables upside down, ruining most of the make-up kits. Melissa gasped. Rita sure didn't have tolerance.
"You shouldn't have done that," she whispered as Rita angrily walked out.
"Are you okay?" Laura asked, bumping into her.
"I'm fine..." She stammered.
"Don't be nervous. It's going to be in your favour," Laura comforted.
"Thank you," the young girl replied and hurried into the restroom to collect herself. She quickly adjusted her face and organised her thoughts. If things went her way, her popularity will skyrocket in few hours. There was nothing to worry about. Even the CEO favoured her.
Melissa hurried in at that moment.
"It's time, Queen Bee," she announced. Rita flashed a victory smile. Melissa hoped she could organise herself properly. She searched her eyes for any sign of nervousness.
"I am okay," Rita assured.
Melissa nodded hopefully. If she did well, things would also progress for her as well. This was their time and season. They may never get any opportunity like this again to determine their future.
She hurried after her. Coupled with the assistant, the trio made their way into the conference room with pomp and colour.
As an artist, Rita stood out with her halter-neck diamond studded jumpsuit. Her long blonde hair, which fell across her shoulders, had a right under-cut. On her wrist was a silver bracelet, while the other hand clutched a purse matching the same pattern. All were custom made materials from Harn Collections.
It impressed the reporters. They immediately took repeated shots of this dazzling beauty. With their actions, Rita was sure she would be on the headlines.
As soon as she sat comfortably, Natasha made her way in, looking mature and organised like a CEO should. The reporters were unsure how to react, but they still took more than a few shots. Seeing this, Rita smiled inwardly. It was obvious who was the winner. Wasn't it? She couldn't wait to receive the invitations she deserved.
She caught Laura's gaze and bent her head in courtesy. However, she had her plans. With this limelight, she was going to set a clear path for her future.
"Natasha, you were in Evolve a few days ago. Was it to settle? Have you both arrived at a definite conclusion?" The first reporter threw a question.
"Yes, we have. However, I would like Rita to spill the beans," Natasha replied, smiling sweetly.
Rita couldn't believe Natasha would give her the opportunity to dig Alpha's grave. Isn't this wonderful?
"For peace to reign, I decided to let go of any charges. Meanwhile, I won't be working any longer as Alpha's brand ambassador," she replied.
The journalists furiously snapped more pictures. Her response took them off guard. Wasn't this supposed to be a make-up press-conference?
Multiple questions flew from all sides.
"Is there a reason for this?"
"Natasha, you heard clearly what she said. What is your response?"
"Was this the conclusion you both reached?"
A sense of disappointment overcame Laura. Yesterday, Rita confirmed her decision to continue with the contract. What happened to her pig-headed brain? Did she truly have no IQ to distinguish between right and wrong?