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You shut off your car and listened to the settling silence around you. A few moments passed by before you got out. You were wearing a navy blue dress that was sleeveless and came up to wrap around your neck in gold. You had teardrop diamond earrings dangling from your ears and chunky, velvet, navy blue heels to match the dress. You walked to the back entrance of the building that was holding your father and his partner’s celebration dinner. They’d been working together for over a year now and they’d just finished their project, calling for a feast.
Your father was a wealthy man, and his partner was too, so you heard. All you had to go off of was the basic information a google search of his name could get you. In the year and half they’d been working together, your paths have never collided. You’d seen pictures of him, and he was quite attractive, and you were quite excited to see him in person.
You stepped through the entrance, and had to take a few seconds to take in the scene. Nearly 200 people were in the ball room, talking, drinking, dancing to the light violin music playing at the front. You wondered where your best friend, Luke, was, but couldn’t search for him because your father and you made eye contact. You quickly made your way to the duo of him and Mr. Hood.
“Hi, nice of you to show up!” He looked down at his watch, “And only a little late. Oh no, don’t tell me. Your heel broke?” You smirked at your dad, as he was referring to the one time your heel did in fact break. You pulled up your dress to show your heels.
“No, still intact.” You looked over to the stranger and saw his eyes gliding up your body and finally meeting yours.
“Y/n, this is Calum Hood. Calum, this is my daughter, Y/n.” He reached his hand out for you to shake and you took it.
“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” He leaned down and pressed his plump lips to the back of your hand.
“Likewise.” You said as he dropped your hand.
“Alright, if you two are done flirting, we can begin now that you’re here.” Your father turned around to face the stage, and you saw your mother notice this. She hurriedly walked up the steps to the stage, where she’d been waiting for his cue. She tapped the mic and the music died out along with the chatter. However, Calum’s attention did not belong to the stage.
“You’ll miss her famous speech.” You whispered to him as you turned around to find some champagne. You’d heard her speeches a million times, and you’d heard your father’s speech a million and one. They were all the same, always polite, always saying the same message, different words. But it got boring to listen to.
Some smiled at you as you walked past them to get to the back of the room where you’d spotted a familiar head of hair. Luke was a family friend, his father being in business with yours. You’d grown up together and graduated high school together, coming together to see each other was uncommon, but you always found comfort in a friendly face amongst the crowds here.
“Hey!” You whispered to him as you approached him. He was leaning against the back wall, eyes glued to your mother until he saw you. He lifted his arm for you to slide in underneath.
“Hey.” He smiled down at you. You settled against him and looked up at him.
“How have you been?” You asked, not having seen him for a couple months.
“Oh, you know. Business meetings, checks, more business meetings.” He shrugged. “What about you?”
“Eh, can’t complain. Being a doctor is demanding but no one ever said it would be easy.” He chuckled lowly.
“You’ve been a doctor for almost five years, I would’ve thought your response would change by now.” You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Don’t look now, but is that CEO staring at you?” Your eyes immediately flicked to where you’d left Calum, but he wasn’t there. You found him on stage, next to your father who was now talking. His eyes were indeed looking straight at you. “You look amazing, who could blame him?” You scoffed at Luke’s comment. “Maybe he doesn’t like us cuddled up like this.” He joked.
“Then he can do something about it.” You laughed with him, turning back to the stage and tuning into what they were saying.
“…very proud to have been working with this talented, young man for this long. When you’ve been in the game this long, it’s hard to learn too much. But he has taught me three new things a day. But I’ve talked enough, it’s your turn, I believe.” He moved aside for Calum to stand in front of the mic and waited for the applause to die down before speaking.
“Thank you, Mr. Y/L/N. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed working on this project with you for the last year and a half. And if I’ve taught you three things a day, you’ve taught me three hundred.” The audience roared with laughter, and his eyes left them to seek your figure. “I’m immensely proud of the work we’ve done, and I’m excited for the work to come in our next project. Couldn’t have asked for a better partner. And this dinner is to show that. I hope you all enjoy it!” He looked away from you. “Thank you.” He followed your father off the stage and into the crowd as the music began again. The chatter started up and people went to find their places at their tables. You and Luke watched as the chaos began, laughing and talking about old memories, waiting for the people to settle so you two could.
“Alright,” He said as only a few people were remaining standing. “I’ll catch you after the feast.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the last word, knowing you hated to call them that.
“Enjoy your five course meal.” You giggled as you pulled away and went to find your place at your father’s table. You saw the only empty chair remaining was between Calum and your mother. How fitting. You slid into the spot and greeted the people around the table before taking a sip of the peach champagne sitting ready in front of you.
Not long after, waiters upon waiters spilled onto the floor to bring plates to the 200 guests. It took all but three minutes for the choreographed staff to carry out, and the banquet was roaring laughter and clinks of glasses.
A few minutes after the plates came out, your mother leaned closer to you. “How was Luke? I saw you talking.”
“He’s good.” You said. “He’s doing good as the CEO, likes it a lot.” Even though he hadn’t specifically said he liked it a lot, you still threw that in. You two did that for each other, left good names in each other’s parents minds.
“Oh, good, good. Perhaps when the meal is over, you could find the handsome young man and bring him around to have a chat. I’ve seen his parents but not him tonight.” You noticed her choice of adjective, but ignored it. Your mother had always had this dream that you two would be together, and you never failed to never follow it.
“I’ll do that.” She leaned back over and joined in the conversation as you picked up your glass and drank all that was left in it.
“Oh come on, the night has only begun.” A gruff voice came from beside you. It was low enough that only you heard and you looked to see Calum looking at you with deep brown eyes.
“Yes, but when will it end?” You set the empty glass down and looked to his. “Do you mind?” He shook his head, a nonchalant look on his face.
“Go ahead Miss Y/L/N.” You took the glass and exchanged it for yours.
“You can call me Y/n, Mr. Hood.”
“Ah, Y/n. A lovely name. And you can call me Calum.”