RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 385 - 385: Superior

"That's it, I've heard enough.
You."
One of the investors, who had been taking his time to make an offer and show his merits, was just shut down, and another was given the floor.
This was the first time it had happened. Some had been shut down by virtue of their looks, and others, Prisca simply let them talk till she got tired.
The next individual had a line of shops placed in strategic locations across the major countries in Europe.
His mention of a blooming merger had Prisca paying very close attention, not even her assistant could resist.
This was my first time in this sort of setting, and I found myself fascinated by the way emotions shifted and messages were conveyed purely through expressions.
Denise usually handled this, and I wondered whether I had been missing out on some fun encounters all this time.
"At the moment, we have ten million dollars on the table, a sum which can be tripled with your presence."
A small smile tugged at my lips as the confidence of the current speaker clearly boomed, and I laughed inwardly at the defeated looks that covered some faces.
Truly, the man with the mic had many well beaten. His closest competitor was some woman with a shopping line and mediocre designers.
"I like your work. It seems we'll be meeting later," Prisca said when the speech was over. She turned to her assistant meaningfully, and the woman quickly wrote something down.
"Alright, that will be the end of this meeting," Prisca started, but her assistant subtly nudged her.
"Madam, there is one more person."
"I know, but my time is precious and it's been maxed out."
Considering I had rushed her and then had to sit through over an hour of business talk, I wasn't pleased by Prisca's words, but the woman didn't even give me the chance to make my displeasure known.
Done with her assistant, she dropped another line for us at the table and proudly marched out.
"Whoa," I said in my head.
Prisca was beautiful, that much was a fact. I had paid no further attention to the woman's appearance, not even to her weird outfit, until she stood and I saw her height.
The woman was tall, a sexy tall. She stood taller than me and wore a purple dress with black stripes at its ends, hugging her body and showing off her slim figure.
Her curves weren't jaw-dropping, but placed on her tall frame, I wanted to climb.
"A different taste," I thought to myself, my cock stirring as I watched the last of her.
Catching sight of the pitiful looks that came my way, many using my situation to feel better about their obvious failure in their venture here, I rubbed my forehead with my right thumb and index finger.
I wanted to speak but felt weak.
In this room, everyone, including the hot cake that had just walked out, was beneath me. I wondered what Chiara was thinking when she set this woman as a target for me.
Leaving the building, I walked past Prisca and her assistant, who were held up by a bunch of ers.
A mix of English and French flew about, no one paying me any mind.
"I'm hungry."
Because of the meeting, I had left the hotel without having anything to eat, and I considered visiting Bella Italia.
"So much traffic."
At the sidewalk, I couldn't find a taxi in the vicinity. Sleek black cars and the like filled the place, vehicles belonging to the businessmen who had come to meet Prisca.
Everyone wanted to look the part.
Other than feeling I had wasted my time, I didn't consider Prisca an issue, she was small fry to me.
Deciding to walk a few blocks down to find a cab, I didn't know when I began enjoying the walk. The cool breeze and clouds in the sky comforted me.
My mind wandered, idly thinking and imagining. Somehow, I found myself picturing how Ninja Momma moaned during sex, then a loud sound rang in my ears.
Looking to my left, I saw that a black limousine had honked and stopped by my side.
I raised a brow as the driver got out of the car and walked over to me.
"The madam, she want a see you now."
The driver's English was heavily influenced by his Italian accent, but I looked past that and stared at the car.
Echo!!
"Sure," I said, taking a step forward as the door was opened for me.
The outside was already cool, but inside the limousine was much cooler. The lighting was just perfect, and I could see a mini table carrying a glass of wine already set before Prisca.
My gaze went to the woman's assistant, who had a smile on, and from it, I could guess she had a hand in her boss inviting me here.
"C'est toi qui viens de la part de Madame Chiara."
Prisca's French was smooth and eloquent, honestly, it gave me goosebumps, but I did not understand what she had said.
My confusion showed, and the woman snorted.
"The madam is asking if you are the person sent by Madam Chiara."
During the meeting not more than an hour ago, while not perfect, Prisca had communicated in good enough English.
I understood the woman being pompous, but at this point, it was clear she had something against me.
"Même pas fichu de parler avec ton client."
I didn't understand what Prisca said, but the annoyed tone in which she said it and her assistant's hard smile told me enough.
"You seem to have a personal grudge with me, Prisca. May I know what it is?"
The woman's eyes widened at my plain words, and frowning, she snorted once more.
"What can you offer me, Mr. Lawson?" This time, she asked in English.
"You understand I come from Chiara, right? Your behaviour towards me will be dutifully ed to her."
"Please, I hope you do," the young fashion designer said, and immediately I understood.
She already asked you to convert to her Christian faith and come under her, but you refused, right?
"What can you offer me, Mr. Lawson?"
"I'm a billionaire."