Divorced Heiress
Chapter 44

I spent the morning in my room playing with Tristan, taking advantage of the most time possible by his side, compensating for the hours of absence due to work. The door of my room opened and Abby entered still in her pajamas.

"Aunt Abby is here." She said excitedly as she jumped onto the bed, near Tristan.

"Why haven't you changed?" I asked, amused, looking at her. It seemed like she just woke up, it showed on her sleepy face.

"Well, I don't have much to do today, and besides, your father is very busy with Ms. Boyer. I hope he kicks her out, she may be a good worker, but she earned her dismissal."

I raised my eyebrows, surprised, and looked at the time on my cellphone, it was 11. I thought my father was going to wait to sign the collaboration contract and then ask her to resign.

"By the way, how was the date with my brother? I didn't hear you guys arrive, you must have had a great time because Paul is in a very good mood."

Immediately, I remembered the kiss from last night and how little we talked on the way back home. I was immersed in my thoughts, hoping that kiss wouldn't ruin the friendship we had for so many years.

"Yes, we had a good time, you know how Paul is." I responded without going into details, because if I told her that we kissed, she would make a fuss.

I got up from the bed and put on my sandals. I was going to my father's office to confirm what Abby said. It seemed strange that he hadn't called me before.

"Nothing else? No details for your best friend, don't do this to me, Sarah, don't you have any sympathy for me?"

I laughed at her dramatic scene while she hugged Tristan as if he were a doll.

"Tristan, tell your mom that I'm dying to know at least where they went, not even Paul wants to tell me, they're traitors."

"No, Aunt Abby, no."

My laughter increased as I saw Tristan scolding Abby while moving his little index finger from side to side.

"Little traitor, but I still love you." Abby attacked Tristan with kisses on his face and my son laughed out loud.

"Abby, nothing happened that you need to know. I'm going to see my father, I don't know why he hasn't called me to discuss Michelle's case." I lifted Tristan, distancing him from Abby, and fixed his shirt that had become wrinkled.

"I want to go, I want to mock that harpy to her face for making such bad decisions." Abby said, jumping up, and looked at her clothes.

"But first, I'm going to change, I'll catch up with you in a moment." She ran out of the room and I shook my head amusedly.

How she loved to see the world burn.

I reached the ground floor and let Tristan down so he could walk with me to my father's office. I was ready to confront Michelle for her recklessness.

I knocked on the door with my knuckles and after a few seconds, my father opened it, looking surprised by my unexpected presence with my son, and I noticed a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"Sarah, you shouldn't be here." He said, without the intention of letting me enter his office, although I could clearly see Michelle inside, sitting and looking downcast.

"Why not? Of course I should be here, I'm just as involved in this as Ms. Boyer." I gave my father a disapproving look, he himself told me that he would call me when he met with Michelle.

My father rubbed his forehead with his fingers and after a few seconds, he let me pass into his office. Along with Tristan, I entered the office and was stunned to see that not only Michelle was inside, but also the representative from Innova, Julian Ferrer, and also... "Bad man, mommy, the bad man." Tristan pointed with his little finger at the dark-haired man sitting on the individual couch, who looked at the frightened little boy clinging to my leg with a furrowed brow.

Bad man?

He was the man who ruined my baby's ice cream and, on top of that, he gave him a dirty look that made him cry as if it was his fault that his stupid pants got dirty. This was incredible.

Out of all the men I could have imagined, it never crossed my mind that it would be Alexander Lancaster, nor did I imagine that the three of us would be in the same place today.

So, had he already encountered his own son? And he scared him! Tristan was afraid of him. Was there anything that Alexander couldn't ruin?

"Come here, my boy." I lifted Tristan in my arms and he hid his head in the hollow of my neck, as if he didn't want to see that man, who looked at me with curiosity and a shadowy gaze, not missing the slightest movement I made with my son in my arms. I couldn't help but feel intimidated and very nervous.

"Don't be afraid, he won't do anything to you, I won't allow it."

I comforted my son while stroking his back to regain his trust, but it was evident that being in the same place as the bad man affected him.

God, now I had to find a way for him to stop fearing him. He was his father, and at some point, they would come close to getting to know each other.

"Is everything alright?" My father whispered when he approached me after closing the door.

I nodded my head and gestured with my hand for him not to worry about Tristan. After all, it was me who insisted on entering the office. Why didn't they tell me he was here?

"I apologize for the interruption, she is my vice president, Sarah. Sarah, this is Mr. Ferrer, CEO of Innova, and Mr. Lancaster, well, you already know each other." My dad introduced me to the two men, and my body tensed as they both stood up to greet me. For my part, I shook hands with Julian, who was absent the first two nights of fashion week. It was the first time I saw him in person, and I must admit he looked taller and more serious in person. I didn't know his exact age, but he was on the list of young entrepreneurs.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ferrer, thank you for coming." I smiled in response, revealing a pair of dimples in his cheeks.

"The pleasure is mine. It's an honor for me to be here." He said with a deep and very masculine voice.

"I finally have the joy of meeting you in person, I must admit you look more beautiful than in the photos." He let go of my hand and proceeded to compliment me in front of everyone, as if he didn't care that anyone could hear.

A throat clearing interrupted our introduction, and I looked at the cause of it, meeting Alexander's honey eyes. He seemed irritated, or maybe it was just my imagination.

"Mr. Lancaster, welcome." I barely greeted him before turning around without waiting for his response and sitting in the empty chair in front of my father's desk. Though Tristan was restless on my lap, he stayed hidden in my chest and occasionally stared at Alexander with fear and curiosity. I didn't want to look at him, but with my son's gaze, I knew I couldn't take my eyes off him.

My father explained to me that both brand representatives were present for the collaboration's signing. Yes, Doinel would have a double collaboration, giving an opportunity to a rising company and another that was already well-positioned, ensuring the success of the project, as the risks were minimal. This would be a great job, no doubt, with the impeccable work of three brands with designs that will make an impact.

Before I arrived, my father informed them of the last-minute decision and that both accepted the terms and conditions. It seemed that the issue with Michelle had not reached its end yet. Being in the presence of the two collaborators, we couldn't talk about it, but she knew that there was no miracle that could save her.

The two collaborators signed the contract that Michelle had prepared and sent in advance for them to study before our meeting, agreeing with what was established. Alexander placed the pen on the desk, giving me space to sign the contract.

Suddenly, the memory of both of us signing the marriage certificate came to mind and I immediately dismissed it. How ridiculous! How could I even remember that moment?

I needed therapy.

After congratulating Julian and Alexander and wishing them the best, my father gave them some instructions for the moment of the presentation of the collaborators and apologized before asking them to wait for us outside.

Both of them left and I could feel more at ease, just like Tristan, who ended up hugging me and then playing with my fingers. God.

And this was only the beginning of a year of collaboration with Alexander.