Chapter 317: Spicing things up.
Jessica stepped out of the president’s office, her heels echoing on the polished floors. She nodded once to the guards who straightened at her appearance waiting for her instructions.
With a calm, composed air that masked the storm brewing inside her, she glanced briefly at her wristwatch and spoke.
"Let’s go home. The time for the fashion show is just in an hour and a few minutes," she said.
She hadn’t expected that, by the end of the day, she would have spent a good amount of time in the Allen Group before heading over to the hotel.
Though, It hadn’t been her intention to linger so long at the Allen Group, but the last-minute meetings and a few surprise interjections from board members seeking final clarifications, time had slipped by like water through her fingers.
Taking a deep breath to calm her fraying nerves, she stepped forward to leave. With her checklist simple but essential, she made a few decisions:
Call Davis and ascertain the situation on his end, return home to prepare and like he promised—he would attend with her.
As they stepped into the elevator, her nose twitched slightly at the sterile scent of the elevator due to her high sensitivity to smell since her pregnancy.
Slowly, the door closed and the familiar hum of the elevator as it descended whined in her ears. Jessica dialed Richard’s number. He picked up on the first ring.
"Hello, Jess," his voice filtered through with a calm that reassured her.
Jessica paused briefly, her mind parsing the nuances in his tone; steady and unbothered. That meant no issues, no emergencies. Good.
"Just exited from a meeting. I’ll go home and get ready. I believe I’ll arrive in time to witness the red carpet," she explained calmly.