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Deceive Me NotChapter 3: You're What?!
Pan stared down at her burger and scowled as if it were an enemy. Well, she thought, since the burger is round, she can just think that it is the head of her beloved Mr. TV Briefs.
Yes, that's right. She's being sarcastic to herself and she's having a mental conversation with the burger and may heaven forbid that she scream at the innocent – and harmless – burger.
She's losing patience; that was a fact. She woke up early today just to once again hope to have a chance to talk to Mr. TV Briefs but the secretary told her he's not yet there.
Of course, Pan mentally agreed. If she were the owner of the company, she isn't really expected to go to work at eight o' clock in the morning. She might arrive an hour or two later.
And so, she thought to herself that morning, if she wanted to catch the man in his office, she had to wait for his arrival.
And wait is what she did. She got a new book with her, anyway. She could use the time while waiting for the man to read her book. After all, Mr. TV Briefs' office looked comfortable and she wouldn't mind being there for quite some time.
But it was almost lunch time and still, there is no trace of Mr. Briefs. She's getting sleepy from reading, too. She'd seen his secretary shot her a sympathetic look that it took all her control not to snap at the poor woman.
She had nothing to do with it, anyway. It's not her fault that her employer is the most irresponsible man Pan had ever met – err, known.
The man didn't even drop by his office or called his secretary the whole morning. How the hell did he manage this damn company, anyway? Pan wondered, all the while annoyed at the man for wasting her time unknowingly.
She was close to exploding when his secretary told him it's a good idea if she would first get something to eat because it was already lunch time.
She wanted to decline and say she's still willing to wait, but the idea that she's going to wait for the stupid man alone, because the secretary already stood up and was readying to go out to lunch, almost drove her crazy. So, she sighed, stood up and left.
But now, she didn't even have the appetite to eat a single burger. This is very unlike her. She liked to eat, and a man she hasn't even met made her lose her appetite. This is bad. Very bad at all.
So, after three small bites from her burger, she carefully re-wrapped it and put it inside her bag. She didn't like to waste food, and besides, she might get hungry while waiting for him at his office, she reasoned to herself.
Then, she stood up and sighed, while mentally shaking her head in defeat. She cannot believe she's stuck in this bargain with her mother. And she can't believe she has to meet a man who'd dome nothing but annoy her by simply wasting her time.
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Trunks sulked in one corner as the supermodel tried to flirt with him – again. Sure, she's nice to look at: blonde, big boobs and nice ass, but he couldn't even hold a decent conversation with her.
The woman is stupid, to put it bluntly. He remembered getting up early and feeling really refreshed. He needed to go to work early, he had a meeting to attend and a contract to close.
Yes, though he thinks he's still young to have this big responsibility to the company, he take his job seriously, well, as serious as he can be.
He looked after the welfare of the company, closed a number of excellent contracts with their associates and even tripled the bottom-line figure of their financial statements ever since the ownership had been transferred to him, all the while enjoying his social and bachelor life.
The meeting with the company's board of directors went well, hearing the outcome of their project is a success, and even earning a few compliments himself as he was as natural as he can be in managing his business.
However, his day turned one hundred eighty degrees when it comes to his second agenda – that is, to close the contract with one of his clients in Australia.
The manager wouldn't be able to make it, and he phoned Trunks to inform that his daughter would be a good replacement and if he wished, he and his daughter could discuss their business and they could close the contract if he would like.
Trunks agreed. Personally, though, it is a waste of time because he would not want to negotiate and discuss the contract anymore. If they would not agree to the terms of CC, they can just kiss their contract goodbye.
The manager's daughter is a brainless, idiotic supermodel. Trunks found that out the moment she opened her mouth. She talked about fashion, clothes, shoes, movies and her love for him.
That was when the realization dawned him. The manager knows he wouldn't agree to the terms of their company so he sent the stupid woman to seduce him into agreeing and closing the contract.
He was appalled at that. Just because he had more than his share in woman in his bed doesn't mean he's going to jeopardize his company for a mere spread of a woman's legs. Did they really think he thinks with his—
"And then you looked really charming in that party when you gave a speech…"
The woman ranted on. He stood up in irritation and started pacing back and forth. He's not listening to any of what the woman was saying, especially when it's quite obvious that she didn't have a damn idea as to what cost-benefit principle in business means.
"Look," he said, irritated, and thank heavens, the woman closed her mouth. He was about to tell her to go back later or something when he suddenly realized he'd forgotten her name.
"What was your name again?" he asked, not really caring if he appeared like a jerk by forgetting her name.
The woman looked crushed. Obviously, she hadn't gotten the attention of the Capsule Corporation Prince. "Judith," she said softly.
"Alright," Trunks said and opened his mouth to say something when he saw the woman who slapped her yesterday. "Listen, I need to get going. Can you come back next week? That's good. Thank you, Julie," he said and not waiting for her reply, run after her.
"It's Judith, not Julie," the woman said as her eyes filled with tears.
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She yelped when someone grabbed her arm and turned her around, only to stare back at the icy blue eyes of the lavender-haired boy she slapped yesterday.
"Hi. Remember me?" he asked and mockingly smiled sweetly at her.
Pan turned three shades lighter but she didn't let her terror overcome her. If this pervert can grope her in public, Lord knows what he could do to her if she didn't escape him. She yelled. "Get away from me!!!"
"Hey, not so fast, miss!" Trunks said as he tried to block the woman's purse she's been trashing about, from hitting his face, while still holding her other hand.
"Let go of me, you pervert," she screamed at his face, not caring at all if the few people passing by are looking at them curiously.
"Jesus Christ," Trunks swore loudly, then, "you will stop this at once, woman!" he bellowed that Pan stilled her movements and slung her bag on her shoulder.
"Better," he muttered to himself. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you insane? Making a scene like that."
"Let go of me right now or I'll scream again," Pan said coldly and the determined look in her yes told him she's not jesting.
"If I let go of you, will you promise you will not run?" Trunks asked, easing his hold on her a little but still not enough for her to escape.
She hesitated before nodding slowly. After all, it was the only way to break free from this pervert and god knows what pleasure he's getting from merely holding her hand.
He smiled at her and let go of her hand. However, before he had the chance to open his mouth to ask for her name, she had already bolted off and ran as fast as she can away from him.
"Damn," Trunks said, exasperated as he ran after her. He should have known better than to trust the woman with her words. But she looked so sincere and damned pretty, he never thought she's capable of breaking her word.
He caught her in no time at all. This time, he grabbed her waist as he tried to drag her in a corner so that no one would be able to witness the scene he knew she would cause.
"Let go of me, you pervert," Pan said, almost hysterical as she was dragged helplessly away. How come no one is helping me? She thought to herself as her hand rummaged inside her bag to look for a weapon.
"Look, miss, you promised me –"
Thwacked! A burger suddenly found a way to his face that now, his face is dripping with catsup, mayonnaise, and mustard and creating big spots on his newly bought Versace shirt.
She tried to run again but he was faster this time and grabbed her before she could take ten steps. He tossed her on his shoulder and, though she was kicking and trashing like a mad woman, he managed to get them inside a storage room.
There, he put her down, not too gently, as he locked the door, leaning on it so that the woman wouldn't be able to escape him again. Damn, but she had the manners of a barbarian.
To his utter astonishment, she sank down to her knees and looked away. If he didn't know any better, he would say that she's been crying.
"Please let me go," she said softly but still in that no-nonsense tone of hers.
He was surprised, of course. At least, the woman's voice is pleasant enough when she's not screaming or yelling at him.
But he still snorted in response. "No way, missy. You gave me one hell of a fight out there. I'm not about to let you off that easily."
She turned to look at him and he saw that tears are already forming in her eyes. Yes, he'd witnessed many women cried in front of him, but this one is different.
The women he'd been with in the past had mastered the art of crying. Well-formed droplets trickling down the cheek, no puffy eyes and drippy nose at all. However, this woman, even as tears clouded her eyes, it seems as if she's trying to stop them from falling.
He sighed in annoyance. He hadn't been moved by tears before. He had always known it was a woman's technique to get their way, but this woman is making him feel like he's a jerk for making her, err, cloud with tears.
"Oh, for God's sake, don't go and cry on me. I haven't done anything to you but you treated me as if I'm the devil coming to life," he said, exasperated.
"You groped me yesterday, you pervert," Pan said, her tone defiant, all the while watching his moves. She should be ready, just in case he tried something on her.
"I swear to you I didn't do it. It was my friend, Goten, who did it" Trunks said, irritated with the woman.
"Why should I believe you?" she said and scowled at him. "Besides, even if you're telling the truth, your friend was the one who groped me, how would I know if you're not a pervert like him?"
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Trunks said, irritated as he scratched his cheek. "Do you have a tissue there? My face is itching with all this sauce on my face."
Pan fished for a tissue and handed it to him, "You need a mirror?" she asked.
"Yes, please," Trunks said as he reached for the small mirror she handed to him. He didn't look at her while he rubbed the sauce off his face, swearing when he noticed that an irritation had formed on his left cheek, that he didn't notice she was watching him.
It was amusing. He is a vain person, she thought as he treated his face carefully. And she believed him. She didn't think a pervert could be this vain, so he must be telling the truth when he told her he didn't do it. To think she fought with him like crazy when all the while, he was innocent.
"Thanks," he said as he handed back the mirror to her and threw the used tissue in a trash can he found there.
"Well, who are you, by the way?" Trunks asked as he watched her stood up.
"Pan Son," she said meekly and her face broke into a smile – a mocking one.
"What's the matter now?" he asked. Now, she was mocking him, he thought, bewildered. She is, by far, the weirdest person he'd ever met.
"You look funny when your left cheek has an irritation," she said and smiled genuinely at him.
"So, you think I'm funny now?" he asked, smiling at her in return. He didn't know what he had done to cause this sudden change in her treatment of him, but he liked it. She had a great smile, too. "A minute ago, I was a pervert, now, I'm funny?"
She didn't dare answer that, but her smile widened, anyway.
"So, Miss Pan Son, after the hell you've put me through, would you mind going to lunch with me?" Trunks asked, his voice lowering as he looked at her eyes.
She didn't lose her smile, but shook her head at him. "Sorry, I don't go out with strangers."
Trunks was taken aback. No one had refused his company before so he assumed that she did not know him. And though some women had pulled similar stunts just like that – "I don't talk to strangers" things – they were just flirting with him and often ended up in his bed, anyway.
But this Pan Son, well, he knew that she was not flirting and was actually serious when she said that. And it pleased the hell out of him.
"Trunks," he said and offered his hand to her. He didn't know why he told her his real name, except he wanted to know if this girl would like him for who he is and not for what he has.
She shook it. "Nice to meet you," she said nonchalantly.
"Now, would you –" he was cut off by the sound of her stomach. "You're hungry. Eat lunch with me, we still have half an hour."
Pan hesitated, but then, he seemed nice enough and – "Alright."
Trunks smiled at her answer and led her out of the storage room to an expensive restaurant just outside the building.
When they were already seated, Trunks ordered for both of them as she looked around the place and noticed that there are lots of people, women especially, looking at them. She thought it was because Trunks is an extraordinarily handsome man, even with that red left cheek, or maybe because of the large stain on his shirt, nevertheless, she decided to ask him about it.
She noticed that he shifted uncomfortably in his seat before answering. "You're new," he said.
"New what?" Pan asked, your new victim? But she didn't mention it out loud.
"You're a new customer here. They're the regular ones. So they're bound to notice you," he explained, then suddenly changed the topic. "So, Pan, what are you doing in Capsule Corporation, anyway? I know you're not an employee because you're not wearing the uniform."
She hesitated before answering. After all, what harm would it bring to tell the truth? "I'm looking for Mr. TV Briefs."
"And why is that?" Trunks asked, pretending to be nonchalant about it as he sipped his coffee.
"Wanna know a secret?" she asked as she leaned closer to him, and not waiting for an answer, "I'm his fiancée," she said.
He choked on his coffee as he paled considerably. "You're my—err—his fiancée?"
Author's Note: Well, let's say the couple is in a big mess considering their miscommunication on the matter…what will happen next? Next chapter coming soon…
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