Chapter 95: Chapter 95

"Mommy? Are you still there?"

I couldn't speak. I could not even move. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as I slowly ended my daughter's call.

"Mr. Revelar," I uttered, acknowledging his presence.

I almost had several saints to thank because I didn't stutter when I spoke. I composed myself and stood up from my seat. I adjusted my coat before looking at him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be distracted. Anyway, you are here for the meeting, right?" I asked the obvious and glanced at my watch.

Since this is how he actually was before, I cannot say that he is too early in the meeting. Before or during the meeting's scheduled time, he unexpectedly showing up. I attempted to put my internal dialogue aside and pay attention to him.

"Have a seat." I pointed to the visitor's chair with an open palm.

He went over without saying anything. His legs were crossed as he sat in front. The stress I was feeling in my chest loosened gradually. He was acting professionally, which put me at ease.

"Do you want coffee? Tea? Or juice?" I asked politely as I sat on my seat again.

He just moved his hand to dismiss my offer. "Let's start talking about the hotel expansion," he said.

I shook my head while looking for the papers on my desk. Fortunately, it was easy to find because it was at the top of the stack of papers. I rapidly skimmed the crucial information. I already know that, but I really don't want to forget anything.

"According to your proposal, you want to add three more floors plus a gym area and a pool area," I stated.

His plan wasn't a bad one. In other hotels, that is normal. Just that when he was planning the hotel years ago, he was overly preoccupied with the suites.

"Yes," he answered simply.

I nodded then dropped the folder I was holding before looking at him. He's looking at me intently. Feeling a little awkward, I ignored it.

I tried to smile. "When do you want to start this project?"

"As soon as possible," he immediately answered.

I made a modest nod again. "Are we going to use the same suite design for the added floors?"

There he did not immediately answer. I saw him slowly lick his lower lip, then his back parted a little distance from his seat.

"I want a new design. I will put all the presidential suites in the added floor areas. The designs should not match with each other," he stated, not breaking his stare at me.

Despite being astonished by his choice, I immediately realized what he wanted to happen. If only one or two designs are utilized for that, it will be simpler. He had a better concept, I will admit that. Rich people in particular and many others do not want to share the same design for rooms.

"Noted. I will instruct my team to prepare a design for it. I think we can give you the samples one to two weeks from now." I casually wrote the important details on my sticky notes.

"I need to see one..."

I raised my gaze towards him when he spoke.

"Today," he ended with an authority.

I don't know how many times I blinked after that.

"Excuse me?" I ejaculated.

"Give me a sample sketch for today, Ms. Dagsinal. I want you to personally think of the design," he said clearly.

His comment caused my mouth to drop. I'm not unable to do it; I can present him with a rough sketch right now. Just that I need to attend to another timetable. In addition, I have to make up to my kids, so I need to return home early.

Agustine calmly raised his arm and looked at his watch. "I'll be back at five," he informed, then stood up from his seat—preparing to leave.

Even before he turned around, I quickly stood up. "I'm sorry, Mr. Revelar, but I don't think I can give you one for today."

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow.

I don't know if I'm just overreacting but I'm disgusted by what he's doing. It was like he's trying to get on my nerves.

Is he still not done with his revenge thing?

I tried to smile out of respect. "I still need to go to a meeting later, Sir. I can't provide you a good design in a short period of time," I reasoned out.

He didn't answer and looked at his watch again. "7PM then," he answered easily.

Especially I can't at that time. I need to cook for my kids. Usually they go to sleep by 8PM, I won't have anything to catch and Gia will be angry with me.

I bit my lower lip when he kept staring at me—waiting for my confirmation. "I'm sorry, Sir," was all I answered in a low tone.

Agustine flashed a sarcastic smirk. "Don't tell me you still have a meeting at 7PM?"

I slowly shook my head. "My work is already done at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Sir. May..." I swallowed slowly in a hard way. "I just have to go later," I added.

I looked at him for a moment. As before, he was staring at me seriously. There seemed to be a blade and coldness in his eyes.

"Are you lowkey telling me that I am invading your personal time, Ms. Dagsinal?" he asked directly.

I quickly shook my head. "That's not what I meant."

"Ms. Dagsinal." He stood straight, the power in his voice was evident. "In business, you are aware that sometimes we need to sacrifice our personal time, right?"

I don't know why he is asking that. Is that connected to our conversation? Why is he like this? As far as I remember, he was strict about the time he finished his work.

"I can't follow what you're pointing, Sir," I answered—emotionless—as annoyance slowly crept into my system. "I understand your eagerness but like I said, I can't give you the design right away," I said firmly.

I made the oversight of assuming he would treat me casually. The animosity he harbors for me is something I can sense. I began to wonder why he was still contacting our company. Yes, I was there when we worked together on a project, but it was a lot different than I had anticipated. Even if his plan to destroy my family is still in place, it is irrelevant.

"If you really want a sample sketch, then kindly let me send it to you via email."

That's my last resort. If he doesn't agree, I have no other way to do it. I would rather be called rude and have an attitude than break my promise to my children.

"What's the difference between that and giving it to me personally?"

I almost closed my eyes in anger when he threw that question. I just tried to calm myself down and remain professional in front of him. He's still fighting me with his intense gaze.

I couldn't avoid looking away because little by little I could see my children in his face. I just shook my head and tried to put out of my mind the fact that the children inherited their looks from him.

Damn it.

I heaved a deep breath before staring back at him. "My family is expecting me to get home early," I explained sincerely.

I thought he would understand me after I said that, but the edge of his lips gradually rose along with his sarcastic snort.

"Family," he repeated along with his short laugh.

I frowned at him.

Am I right that he still hates my family?

"I was not informed." Agustine looked at me sharply. "That you call your family, baby, Ms. Dagsinal."