THE SECRETS UNFOLD

It was a bright, sunny day in Los Angeles, but despite the burning sun up above, the cool breeze licked at Naomi's skin, calming her nerves.

She wasn't sure why, but she liked the warmth it radiated, so much that she stood in her night gown on her lawn, totally pretending that she was on the beach.

Her imagination was far gone that she could hear the drifting of the waves, feel her body on the silky sands, and see the-

OH NO!!!!

Naomi jumped out of her thoughts, suddenly remembering that she had a meeting with a client at 10am.

She was conscious of it last night before bed, but the beauty of the morning had caught her mind, hauling it away from what was important.

With a sigh of disappointment —in herself— she lumbered through the front door, heading directly for her room.

Should she just postpone the meeting?

After all, she was already late; she hadn't yet showered or combed her hair either and her breath was just a second away from killing her. But then again, if she postponed the meeting, when will she be able to arrange another?

Running her fingers through her messy black locks, she quickly got in the shower, brushed her teeth, bun her hair, then grabbed something elegant to wear.

And in less than an hour, her Black Maybach S-Class Mercedes was ready to take off.

She reversed out of her driveway and drove speedily down the street, only slowing down when her phone that sat in the passenger seat beside her started to ring.

She stretched out her hand reaching towards the phone, accepting the call despite not knowing the number. “Hello, good morning.” She answered. “Naomi speaking, who is this?”

The person on the other end of the line cleared their throat. “It's Daniel from JM Brokers Limited, I'm supposed to meet with you at 10am. Just informing you that I'm late, I'll probably arrive within the next 15 minutes if that's okay.”

“No problem.” Naomi replied.

It seems, she wasn't the only one late…good.

****

Naomi's vehicle stopped, the tires squeaking as she parked it by the many others in the parking lot. She pushed open the car door, her clingy drip-dry suit catching everyone's attention.

Heading to the office, her evocative scent rolls down to memory lane.

“Good morning,” Grace the Secretary greeted her boss. “I wouldn't have thought you'd be coming here.”

Naomi frowned, sadly shaking her head. “I know right.”

“But since you're surprisingly here, can I get you a cup of coffee?” Grace asked her boss in a soft, tender voice.

“Yes please,” Naomi replied.

Entering the door at the end of the hallway, a tall body-built man presented himself to her, already looking straight into her eyes. He was handsome, skin tone shades darker than hers. His lips were as red as cherries, the color complimenting his tannest, and as he smiled, his teeth glistened beautifully. Naomi wondered who he was until he bowed his head in greeting then decided to speak.

“Hi ladies, I'm here to meet with J.S.D. Naomi Burray from Stubbs Alderton & Markle's, LLP.”

It was only a matter of time before Grace inquisitively reached out for his hand as if she were the Naomi he came to meet. “We did this already, but let's just do it again. Nice to meet you, I'm Grace and you are?”

“Are you Mr. Daniel?” Naomi butted in.

“Yes, indeed I am.” Daniel replied.

“Come with me please.”

Mr. Daniel Ferguson stared at Naomi from her head, straight down to her toes. Her beauty truly intrigued him. He couldn't resist her captivating tone, her soft, pink lips, glossy with the finest lipstick. Even the way she smelled was irresistible, her dark, blue eyes, her strengthened, blond curls and the suit on her voluptuous body. It seems she had dressed in the aid of seducing him, if so, then she had succeeded because he couldn't stop looking.

“Did you get the chance to bring all the supportive documents for your case?”