The Club

THE DINNER AT ZAY

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"Do you truly believe he's pleased?" the lady Silva's face lighted ablaze with passion as she rushes to peer firmly into the gentleman's brown eyes "Definitely there can be no doubt... Perhaps the young master..." he stops briefly and his professional demeanor reflecting at her.

"Perhaps the young master is what?" the young missus of Eaves demanded for an answer, genuinely immersed in the discussion, not even bother to hide her excitement "Perhaps Miss Silva is the woman behind the triumph of the young master's masterpiece."

Her eyes grow wide as the idea invaded Ashtrid's thoughts, causing mayhem in her system, it seemed that things have gone smoothly for Lady Silva.

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As they walk out, Ashtrid glances back fixated on the restaurant managed by one of the country's richest men.

Her gaze drifts inside admiring the place, though — her intention is simply hoping to sneak a glimpse of the young master — praying that fate would join forces with her and he would show himself somehow.

Despite her hopelessness, the young master was nowhere to be found; rather, a dazzling fine young man granted her the attention she craves—the waiter waves his hands at her, flashing a wide grin that almost touched his ears.

As soon as she spotted him, she formed a scowl on her face. She'd had enough of him mocking her. After all, he had her overflowing with thrilled when he told her she was the young master's masterpiece, only for him to take it back and say,

"Please pardon my joke, madam" He's a jerk! She should have murdered him.

She rolled her eyes at him before walking away— far from a place where she might commit murder— The weather is beautiful and there's still plenty of time before the sun comes out, her and the young miss decided to go for a walk around the shore before heading back home and calling it a day.

The moon glowing so vibrantly that it added the grandeur of the sea, it's perfect with how cold the wind embraced them, making their hair messy, "Did you think I'd be too nice to gladly accompany you with this shopaholic thing?" Ashtrid quickened her pace, bringing herself three steps ahead of Elenor, before she stated,

"Do you remember the talk we had about the club?" Ashtrid asked, taking her stilettos off her feet as she carries them in her palms, frantically burying her toes in each step she takes, "I knew it. I was just thinking how generous you've been to help a friend out and yes, I do remember you boasting of wanting to own one" Elenor answers, stretches out her slender legs and her arms wide in the air before continuing to walk.

The young missus gazed remains fixed on the ocean, just about ready to dive in.

"I bought an estate a few drive to downtown, I had it remodeled, and just settled everything last week," Ashtrid exclaims excitedly. "Well, downtown is certainly the most advantageous area to start your strip club, but I must remind you that every night there are tons of elites often visit clubs downtown." Elenor raises a brow to the woman in front of her, worried by the decision she made.

"Don't fret, I've got it under control, besides I already released a post on social media for the weekend also it is not a strip club" Elenor, who was kicking the sands using her bare foot, gained an enthusiastic assurance from Ashtrid.

Still, she isn't confident enough about the success of the club her companion establish.

"Have you ever wondered that I might not be free on weekend? I mean, you know that I have college to worry about, in fact, WE have college to worry about, and what about your brother?" she put off for a second before continuing, "Hold your horses, I hope that estate you mentioned is not from our company. My idiotic father will murder us!" Despite already having his hands full of work from the firm, Matthew is also handling another business— The Eaves Real Estate.

"First off, you're officially a worrywart. Second, don't even get me started on my brother he annoys me, third, of course, I didn't engage myself with your company that would ruin my plan and lastly, would you mind the sands getting on me!" Ashtrid peeked behind her briefly, referring to the bits of sand Elenor had been playing with that hits her calves every time Elenor makes a step.

"How about Mr. Jay, does he know?" she blurted, dragging her gaze at Ashtrid's back before she started moving swiftly to keep up with her pace. "Dad definitely had no idea" she answered, not wanting any of these men to know.