The meeting wrapped soon after, I stayed behind and listened to side conversations. People already were on their specific jobsready to schedule fittings and get new runway placements for Curvy Devor’s new launch that would take place two weeks before Christmas.
Soon as I moved toward the door, Yvette intercepted me, clipboard in hand.
“Your parents are in your office,” she said dryly.
Though Yvette was happy with her new opportunity over at Bleu’s club. She made sure to never flirt or try to fuck me again ever since I turned her down and told her about the summer’s eve that she liked to spray on her intimate parts.
“Parents as in both?” I raised my brows at her.
“Yes. And the new receptionist is downstairs shadowing. She’ll be taking my place for the evening. I have to get to the club.” She said with excitement, laced in her tone.
“Go on then. Tell the receptionist to hold all of my calls for the rest of the evening.” I have a short nod.
“Yes, sir.” She smiled then turned on her heels.
I hurried to the elevator to get back up to my office to see what this surprise visit from my parents was for. Soon as I pushed the door to my office open the air in the atmosphere changed.
My mother sat behind my desk in my seat like she’d never left it a day in her life. Satin white gloves covered her hands. Her white dress was as sharp as the creases in my father’s dress pants. Pearls sat perfectly aligned at her throat. Her hair was pinned into a flawless bun with more pearl pins at the top.
My father anchored himself behind my chair. His suit was dark and tailored to perfection.
“Bleu, it’s so good to catch you, finally before your father and I vacation for our anniversary.” She smiled tightly at me.
“Happy Anniversary, Mother, Father. Apologies for forgetting, I’ve been busy lately.” I spoke in a hushed rushed tone.
“Oh, busy?” She raised a perfectly arched brow and smiled sinisterly.
“Everyone seems to be so busy these days, Dreu has been wrapped up with his new studio and doesn’t answer when I call him…Me and your father worry about that boy a lot…I just hope the studio is enough to keep him out of trouble for God’s sake…” Her response was laced with irritation.
I remained quiet, didn’t bother taking a step forward because I knew she would continue her manipulative word play. It wouldn’t work on me at all today. My mind wasn’t even on her and my father popping up here. My mind was focused on seeing Truly and tasting her new tea. I even wondered what she was bringing me for lunch. A woman never considered me enough to bring me lunch.
“Then there’s my best friend, Earline…she has a boyfriend now. I’m happy for her, but she’s too busy to make time for tea or even the many shopping sprees we go on out the country.” She chuckled dryly.
Her gloved fingers traced the edge of my fountain pen, the one I normally left next to my notepad before I left my office every evening.
“Your father found a new girlfriend as well… this one seems…” Her words trailed.
I looked past my mother and at my father. He shifted uncomfortably and stared at my mother’s back.
“She seems interesting and youthful. Very beautiful. She’s so gorgeous that your father wants her to go away with us for a month.” She cleared her throat and blinked her eyes rapidly.
No matter how straight her posture was and how void her face was of emotions. I saw the glint of hurt that passed in her eyes a little too fast to catch if I wasn’t paying close attention.
“I told you; she doesn’t have to come.” My father interjected.
“Oh, she can come, I’ve come to terms with what our marriage is about.” She cleared her throat again.
“I’ve called one of my good friends, he’s younger, has stamina.” She dramatically turned in my seat to look up at my father.
“He doesn’t have to take pills to last long, he makes me feel young, and beautiful?—”
I cut her off by clearing my throat. I didn’t want to hear about my mother’s sex life. Nor did I care to understand the weird dynamics of their marriage.
“My apologies, Bleu.” She offered me a forced smile.
“It’s okay…I have someone coming so if we can speed this…” I searched my mind for what this visit would be labeled as.
“Ah yes.” My mother clapped her hands.
