The Billionaire I Fell In Love With

Carl walked out of the door and Irene picked her phone.

“Heyyo” She grinned as Ethan picked up.

“Irish, how you doing?” Ethan asked, glad to hear her voice.

“Great! I hope work’s going smoothly?”

“Yeah, just sitting and going through some files.

“Ohh.. there’s a little piece of news”

“Really?”

“Ethan, your mum just patronised me!” Irish squealed.

“Huh?” Ethan asked in disbelief.

“Yeah.

“Mrs Veronica Harlow patronised Leveni’s fashions?” Ethan asked again .

“Yes yes yes”

“Wow” Ethan smiled.

“She wants me to make a dress that’ll suitable to welcome your Dad next week.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Ohh.. yeah, Dad told me he’ll be coming on Tuesday.”

“There’s an issue though…” Irish sighed.

“What’s that?”

“She’s asking for price and i don’t know…

” C’mon. This is business Irish, you need to set familiarity apart for now, besides Mum has not been nice to you so charge her as much as you can” Ethan said and Irish laughed.

“I can’t do that. How much do you think will be okay?”

“I don’t know how costly the fabrics and everything will be… you should calculate it and give her triple of the price.

“C’mon” Irish laughed.

“The fabrics and everything should be about four thousand dollars.”

“Good! Tell her your price is twenty thousand dollars.

“What!” Irish almost screamed.

“What?” Ethan asked.

“That’s too much , i won’t even spend half of it to buy everything I’ll need.”

“If you mention a lesser price to Mum, i bet she’s gonna cancel the order, she’ll think you’re gonna be using cheap and fake materials for her”.

“Really?

“Yes.

“I think ten thousand dollars is okay, twenty thousand dollars is outrageous for that dress” Irish said.

“You think so? Ethan asked.

“Yeah.

” Mum can afford any amount you mention to her. Her personal designer charge more than that amount and she even pay them monthly.

“Wow” Irish sighed.

“Yeah, i just hope she won’t cancel the order because she feels the price is so less. ” Ethan said. “I hope so too” Irish sighed.

“Gotta go. Work hard” Irish said.

“Alright, bye” Ethan smiled.

Irish smiled as she tuck her phone in her pocket.

She always feel good whenever she speaks to Ethan, his cool deep voice has a way of calming her nerves.

*

“I thought you came to me cause you already have a price?” Mrs Harlow asked Irish, who stood before her, she wouldn’t talk.

She had approached Mrs Harlow in the living room where her feet was being massaged.

“Yes ma’am”

“Then speak!” Mrs Harlow said, getting annoyed.

“The price is ten thousand dollars ma’am” Irish said, staring at her slippers and twisting her toes together.

“Why’s it so cheap. I’ll give you fifty thousand dollars. Use the best of the materials for me. Your account details?” Mrs Harlow asked and Irish stared at her in shock.

“Do you probably suffer from some sort of disease? You keep mopping at me whenever i talk to you, that’s annoying! I love immediate response when I’m talking to someone” Mrs Harlow said, pissed.

“Oh.. my. I’m so sorry ma, i got carried away.”

“By what?”

“By the price you mentioned”

“If you feel it’s too small, i can add to it” Mrs Harlow said.

“No! It’s too much ma. Let’s just stick to the ten thousand dollars ” Irish said.

“Are you by any means trying to use cheap fabrics for me?” Mrs Harlow furrowed her brows. “No, I’m gonna use the best fabric for you ma’am”

“Are you sure?”

“You’ll see for yourself when I’m done” Irish said confidently.

“Are you sure that ridiculous price will be okay for you?” Mrs Harlow asked with a demeaning look.

“More than okay ma’am” Irish said.

“Ohh… i hope you didn’t do that cause I’m your employer’s Mum?”

“No, i don’t mix business with familiarity ma’am” Irish said and smiled inwardly. She had just used Ethan’s words.

“I love that” Mrs Harlow smiled.

“Your measurements ma’am. Are you gonna send it to me or…”

“You’re gonna have to take my measurements of course, i add weight everyday”

“Okay ma’am, I’ll go bring the tape measurement” Irish said.

“I’ll come to your workshop” Mrs Harlow said.”After all I’m a customer”

Mrs Harlow keeps surprising her.

“O.. okay ma’am” she quickly responded before she pisses her off again.

“You should give me your account details”

“Ohh.. okay”