Warinya and Waree Co.

It was time to put those plans of mine into action. Laura Turner had called for a meeting at the Toto motel. I arrived a few minutes earlier and took my seat among the others. Looking around, I noticed I was the last to arrive. Laura didn't look too happy about this, but I didn't care. 

We planned our book of hope. It was my memoirs. 

On the round table was Alex Remo; he had strong affiliation with Vivi Ra's. An alpha female within the Olympo family. I had seen her at the house on Christmas. She had been seated a few meters away from Renato. It showed how much power she wielded within. I had watched her the whole time and noticed just how she carried herself. With the right seduction and charisma that had others on their kneels. She was a smart one and knew how to pull the right strings to favor her. 

I was busy with the King of Netherlands, three daughters' education and spiritual healing. Three girls would reach womanhood.

Alex was her sex education teacher, he was British and stood out. I had a feeling his teaching methods were more practical than theory. He taught daughters beyond the words within the text and gave them a live-on experience. I look around and count about seven on the table. Some faces were familiar, but I couldn't put a name to it. Laura was in charge of management, and I knew she did an excellent job at that.

Manager Laura Turner was in charge of models and recruits within the agency. Her eye for perfection made her fit for the role. She ensured Elle's Scout ran without any glitches. Laura did a fine job within the agency and the motel. I had to applaud her managerial skills.

"We need funds for our expansion." She began looking directly at me. I was fully aware of that, but I kept on listening. 

"It's self-limiting to think within the confines of what we have now. Going big equals greater profits." Laura was picking her words carefully. I knew where she was going with this.

"I think we need to bring in the Russian federation funding into this." It was a good idea to do this now. They were looking into ventures to invest in, which was just fitting. I waited to hear what the others had to say. There was nothing; they all looked at me.

"It's a good one, but how do we convince them to plunge their finances into this?" I knew how hard these people would go. They needed valid reasons to sink their money into anything. Laura passed me a few sheets of paper, and the others didn't get it. I assume it has information that wasn't open to the others. It was typical of her; she trusted no one.

I went through the documents, and I'm impressed. The projected expenditure was fit into a well-detailed budget. The profit from the investment and her plans were adequately documented. I want to applaud her, but I hold back, settling for a smile.

"This is good, and I'm in for it." I gave my approval, and the tension diffused on the table. With my affiliations with the Olympos, I knew I had a significant role to play behind the scenes. Laura and I shared a look, and an understanding passed between us.

I left the meeting and headed out of the building. There was a lot to do, and I needed to set things properly before then. I pulled my shades from their case and put them on. My mind reeled on various outcomes of the plan I had. 

"Madam Pan Varke!" Someone calls from behind. I stopped and turned around to see who it was. Valdo Smith was running to catch up with me. He had been silent throughout the meeting and just stared at me. The whole time I wondered why he was seated among us. But I trusted Laura's judgments.

He was an important government servant.

"Madam Pan Varke, I'm sorry for stopping you." He apologized, trying to catch his breath. I caught Laura's stare from afar. She looks at me and walks past. She must have found Smith's behavior strange as well.

"Please, could you spare me ten minutes? I have something to talk to you about ." I raised my brows at this. He had the opportunity to speak the whole time during the meeting. Yet he was proposing another. 

"Ten minutes," I say and walk outside with him following behind. There was a coffee shop not too far and I figured it would be the best place to have the conversation.

I order a dark coffee, and he opts for a creamy one. He waited for me to take a sip from my hot cup before he began to speak. 

"To meet the Russian Federation, I propose a private and educational love meeting." He started. I watched him intently while I took another sip of my coffee.

"We can represent them in Oxfordshire. I hear the hotel business booms over there." I pause midway to another sip. Ban Toya had let something like this slip during our time together. I hadn't considered it important until Valdo mentioned it. There was something in it for him, and I was curious. 

"You're part of them, aren't you," I asked. Only a few would get hands-on such information. It had to be an insider; that was the most plausible reason I could think of. Valdo doesn't respond, and I take that in the affirmative. I sensed that he wanted to earn my trust to make a sustainable investment in the idea he presented. It was a risky one, but I could help many people consider it. I take another sip of my coffee, keeping my eyes on him.

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It's been years now; I'm fully established within the business space. The ideas had birthed a reality that was a force to reckon with. 

My book was going well and a sex education.

Laura and I had managed to navigate through the plans. It was hellish at first with lots of obstacles but somehow, we pulled through. The Russian representatives were the hardest to deal with. It was a good thing I made friends within or it would have been a dead end. Looking back, I felt slightly accomplished. 

Loneliness was at the core of my soul. I had myself wrapped up in the best kind of silk at night. It was supposed to be soothing but it was only a reminder of what I lacked. Alcohol became my companion and I sure did treat it well. The liquid served as a faux filler to the emptiness within me. Yet, I had the best smile when I was seen outside. I had long learned the art of creating a perfect facade. I never did realize what I carved until I met Arunas.

It was a hot afternoon and I sat in the lobby at the hotel. I was doing my routine checks and needed a quick rest. Laura handled everything just fine, like she always did. I watch people come in and leave. The employees were all pretty faces; it had signs of Laura written all over. 

"A good face and brain make the perfect employee." She would often say. I found the statement discriminatory but kept it to myself.

I was an ardent believer in doing what works and not the best. It's the reason I decided to let Laura stick with her principles. She was doing well at her job, and I was fine with the outcome. It was a win-win position for us both.

"Miss Pan Varke." I hear my name being called. I turned to the direction of the voice, it was a man in his mid-fifties. He doesn't look familiar and I try hard to remember if I had met him somewhere. 

"Mr.." I draw the word, in hopes for him to fill the blanks.

"It's Arunas." It then hit me. We had met on that fateful Christmas in Olympos mansion. He had been far at the end of the table and I paid him no mind. I had my claws out for certain people at that time. He wasn't one of them.

"It's been years now. You certainly maintained that beauty of yours." He compliments, I found myself smiling. His words were genuine and I could feel his sincerity in them. 

"You don't look so bad yourself." I told him. He had a navy blue suit on with a pot belly that peaked from the middle. It was a contrast to the hard pacs muscles he had when he was younger.

I wrote in my notes for you.

"How are you doing?" I was curious, maybe because I had an innate desire to compare myself with others. It was the only thing driving me these days. My aim is to be better than my peers. It was the substitute to the power I once craved. I had attained the heights but unable to quench the in-satiety that brewed. Hence, my new found hobby- unhealthy competition.

"I want to tell you I'm fine but I would opt for something else." He says catching me off guard. This piqued my interest and I sat up right to listen. 

"It's a story about this motel. Would you mind being my therapist for a while. I have a few things to unload." His words gave me a feeling of déjavu. He begins his story and somehow, I get drawn in. I see the stories through his memories, and I feel the words he spoke.

The motel held memories of his sexcapades. I could tell he was feeling nostalgic as he spoke. His eyes would glaze over as he stared into nothingness. It almost felt like he was living in the past. There was also something different, like a thought that lost his eyes. He wasn't talking about it, but I knew there was something else. It made him happier, and that was precisely what I wanted.

"I'm putting on my Sunday best dress. It's a starched button-up blue shirt. No patterns, just the plain kind." He describes in detail. I could tell he was giving me a vivid description of his present life.

"There's an old Chinese lady buttoning up my shirt. She does it slowly and in a careful manner. I can see her smiling all through." I continued listening even though I couldn't make sense of what he was saying. Although, I had a strong feeling he was referring to his mother.

"I visit the neighbor, and I greet her politely. She's an old Japanese lady, and you can tell she was beautiful in her youth. I invited her over to the live motel Inn and there our love began." I couldn't help myself when I broke into a grin. It was a beautiful story and one he was proud of. I tried to imagine a different present other than the one I was living in. It came in blank.

Arunas spoke about a lot of things. It helped bring clarity to all that had been in my mind. In the end, we parted ways with a significant smile. 

We had a feeling we will write our l9ve story together.

He looked content at baring himself to me, probably because we may never see each other again. The world was a big place, and the chances of us crossing the same path were slim. I was left alone once more to my thoughts, but this time I had deciphered a few things. 

I will write to you more about how I finished him while Arunas wife was lured to a male stripper club thinking she is the only sinner.