50 I miss you (1)
"The Gravity" was one most popular nightclub in Isla. Most of VIPs and elites frequented there.
Zach and his buddies had a private room booked permanently for them.
Inside the private room, Zach was stunned to find his buddies already sitting there.
"Hey" he grabbed a glass of whiskey from the counter and gulped it down in a go.
"Whoa!!! man easy" Tang exclaimed
"Rough day?" Liam smirked
Ethan glared at him wordlessly
"Why are you guys here?" Zach asked back
Liam pointed towards Ethan with his chin.
Zach turned to look at Ethan, he had actually noticed his gloomy mood when he entered the room earlier.
Ethan ignored their gaze, busy drowning his whiskey.
"F-uck! I passed on a important meeting just to company you here" Liam spoke bitterly drowning his whiskey
"F-uck! I left my girl hanging on her orgasm" Tang cried out
"F-uck off" Ethan smashed his glass on the floor smashing it into pieces
Getting up from the couch, he stumbled his way out.
"Bro..."
"Ethan"
He walked out from the club, An who was waiting for him outside supported him inside the car. Once settled An pass him the hangover drink.
"Boss where to?"
"her" he closed his eyes, leaning on the backseat to get some rest.
An didn't have to ask to know the "Her" his boss was talking about.
It took him less than five minutes to track her location. Without a word, he started the engine and sped towards the largest mall in Isla
After forty-five minutes of driving, the car finally stopped inside the underground parking of the mall.
"Boss" An called out softly "We are here. Miss Davis is currently on the seventh floor inside one of the SPIRIT outlet"
Ethan nodded and hopped out of the car. He was already a lot sober after his short nap. He took the elevator for the seventh floor directly.
'Ding'
He walked out of the elevator calmly towards the SPIRIT outlet.
•••••••••
Inside the SPIRIT outlet
"What the hell is this? Do you call it fashion? Huh? And this? I've got such an important date meeting to attend. Am I supposed to go there in this shabby dress?" A women with an annoyingly shrill voice yelled at the little hostess, throwing the evening gown in her hands on the floor like a trash.
The hostess was really really angry.
'This woman...she had thrown at least ten dresses already...so what if she is a model? does it give her the right to trample on them?'
Before the gown would touch the cold floor, Samantha dived in to catch the gown.
Everyone: "..."
She stood up straight and patted the gown unhurriedly, raising her head she looked up at the tall and slender woman in front of her and the other dresses lying pitifully on the floor.
"Rosé" Samantha called out to the store manager "Add in all of them and pass the bill to the madam there" she pointed to all the dresses Clara had thrown earlier
"Hello...I'm not buying that" Clara spoke with a mocking smile playing on her lips
"Oh.Then what makes you think that you can just throw them as you wish" Samantha asked her calmly
"What makes you think that you can talk to me like this? Do you even know who I am?" The Supermodel rebuked with an extremely annoying voice
"Who are you?" Samantha asked back calmly
"Pffft" Suppressed shrieks of laughter rang through the store
"How dare you?" Clara Boe almost exploded in anger. If it wasn't for her strict training during modelling days, she might have slapped the bitch in front of her. No one had ever looked down on her.
She didn't come here to cause trouble, she even quite liked the dresses. It was only when the hostess started introducing the dresses to her that she realised it was the newly launched spring collection called "Awakened Love" designed by that bitch Samantha.
And so she just wanted to vent out her previous anger of losing their last battle pitifully.
(A/N:- I'm sure guys remember, where the last battle was)
