Upon arriving at the venue, Raegan scanned the room but did not spot Mitchel. However, she did recognize several executives from familiar companies.
Raegan held a drink in her hand and each time she toasted, she explained that she could not drink alcohol for health reasons.
Fortunately, these people knew she was a leader, not a salesperson, and they respected her wishes.
As time passed, Raegan’s feet began to ache. She resisted the urge to sit, continually glancing toward the entrance, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mitchel arriving. But as the night wore on, Mitchel never appeared.
Raegan overheard from conversations that Mitchel had sent a representative instead. This representative was a high-ranking executive from the Dixon Group, sent by Matteo.
When Raegan spotted Matteo, she called out to him and quickly walked over. She got straight to the point and asked, “Matteo, where is Mitchel?”
Caught off guard by her directness, Matteo did not answer immediately.
He simply stated, “He’s at the company.”
“So, he is available?”
Matteo scratched his head. “Not exactly available. There’s a lot to handle at the company.”
“He didn’t come because he knew I would be here, right?” Raegan pressed.
Matteo’s eyes darted for a moment, trying to maintain his professional tone as he replied, “How could that be…”
But Raegan was far from naive. So, Mitchel avoided the event because he knew she would be there? He had gone to great lengths just to avoid her?
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Raegan’s heart sank, but she contained her discomfort and did not make things difficult for Matteo. “You can go about your business.”
Matteo left quickly, clearly relieved.
Too disheartened to stay at the banquet any longer, Raegan returned to her car. Both her heart and feet were sore, and she felt overwhelmed. The more she thought about it, the more determined she became to confront Mitchel today, no matter the consequences. Even if it was overwhelming, she desired the truth.
With that determination, Raegan took action. Before leaving, she instructed her driver to hand her a glass of wine, which she then poured over herself. She also applied some rouge to her cheeks. She crafted the appearance of a disheveled, slightly intoxicated woman.
Upon reaching the Dixon Group Building, Raegan dismissed her driver.
The driver sought confirmation. “Miss, are you sure you don’t want me to wait for you?”
“No, I’ll get a ride later,” Raegan confidently responded and walked into the underground passage, carrying the late-night snacks.
After entering the password, she noticed the exclusive elevator’s code remained unchanged.
As the elevator ascended slowly, Raegan felt a surge of nerves, but there was no turning back now. She had to follow through since she had come this far.
The Dixon Group Building was deserted, except for the light still shining in the president’s office.
Raegan stood outside the door, pondering how to greet them without seeming awkward or distant. She bolstered her courage, then pushed open the door and exclaimed loudly, “Surprise!”