A Fateful Chance — Chapter 30: RAYS OF HOPE

***present times***

"What's your plan this time?"

"I have to form a brand that represents all walks of life. Fashion should not be only limited to someone that's able to buy it for themselves because they can afford it. I want people to think that fashion could fit for both the rich and the poor."

"That's a good marketing strategy." He nodded in agreement as she smirked.

"How do we start?" He asked Deandra who seemed to have no idea of what he's trying to imply.

"Until now, you're not learning?

"I don't even know, sir." She looked down and he sighed.

"You should finish what you started. You should give justice to every idea that comes into your mind."

Deandra met his gaze and the next thing surprised her when he held her hand. He nodded as she shared his sincere smile at her.

"Whatever you think of something that will benefit the business that you've started, go for it." Deandra swallowed as she tightened her grip.

"Again, how do we start?"

"How about we begin with a low budget fashion show?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let the common people wear something that they are comfortable wearing everyday. We'll capture that in motion and use that as an advert."

"Sounds good to me. I love it."

"Sir, I don't want you to invest a lot for this. I am just starting this one. I want to prove that low budget businesses could flourish if given proper exposure and advertisement." He nodded as if liking the idea.

" Okay, I'll take note of that. I will support whatever you wish to do as long as you're learning how to put up your business."

"Thank you for the trust." He looked at Deandra as if wanting to remind her that being grateful is not necessary.

"Sir, even if you didn't like it, I'd still do it because I guess it's a good thing to do." He looked at her as if observing what she'll do next. Deandra is unafraid of meeting his gaze that he avoided it as he stood up.

"I will meet you at lunch. This meeting is adjourned." He walked past her and she looked down.

Deandra looked at the door where he went out. She stood up as she slowly walked around the conference room while touching her tummy. She realized that it's been two months since she was hired by Mr. Swiss. If she'll calculate the months, her baby is now more than four months. Since she's well taken care of, she gained weight because of the supplements, fruits and vegetables that were given to her.

Meeting Mr. Swiss day by day is not an effort at all. She's usually asked to do exercises for pregnant women. Also, she's inside the conference room because there were people who were hired by Mr. Swiss to do her make-up, as well as teach her the proper way of doing it herself. He's also paying a lot of people to teach her lessons about self-development.

"Ma'am, let us go to your room now. Mr. Swiss wants to get you dressed up."

"Dressed up? For what?" She gave her maids a puzzled look as she shifted her gaze to both of them. They just smiled in return.

"Ma'am, Mr. Swiss will be the one to inform the reason as you eat with him for lunch." She nodded as she followed them in her room.

"They both opened the wide door of my room for me.

"Well, every lunch is nice but this one is special—"

When Deandra turned her face on her bed, her jaw almost dropped when she saw the bouquet of red roses. It is carefully placed on her bed together with a mini-treasure box full of chocolates.

"Wow!" She gasped and she couldn't help but place both of her hands on her mouth. It's the first time in her life that she received flowers like this.

"We will tell Mr. Swiss that you love it so much!" The maids did their high-five while grinning.

"These all came from Mr. Swiss?" She said in disbelief.

"Yes, ma'am." They said while looking at each other as if they knew something that Deandra didn't know. She looked clueless while the two maids looked really happy.

She was left speechless because she didn't know what to feel. She's thinking of a reason why Mr. Swiss gave her a bouquet of roses all of a sudden? Is he being like this to all of his business colleagues?

She just ignored the crazy thoughts of him and the reason behind the bouquet of flowers. She decided to keep herself ready as she took a bath with the help of her two personal maids. She was also surprised when they handed her several maternity dresses to wear for lunch. This is the most awkward feeling ever. Being at home and yet wearing beautiful dresses every meal. She realized that when someone is indeed wealthy, they follow certain etiquettes when it comes to everything.

She inhaled and slowly let it out as she went down the stairs. Her two personal maids assisted both of her hands as she went down to avoid possible slipping if ever.

"I am sure that baby will grow to be a healthy one someday, ma'am. Just be healthy and avoid too much stress." One of her personal maids advised her when it concerns her diet. She sensed that one of the maids were knowledgeable about it. She winked at her.

"Thank you so much. I always want my baby to grow healthy more than anything."

"Don't worry, ma'am. We will take care of you for as much as we can. Mr. Swiss told us to attend to your needs."

She has learned that one of her personal maids has a background in medical care. She's the one who is personally taking care of the things she might be needing.

But the last sentence of the maid really bothered her so much. Did Mr. Swiss really told them that one? That they will really attend her needs while pregnant? Is he even serious? Now, she's a bit puzzled this time. All she knows is that his personality is so tough Deandra finds it very hard to believe that he will instruct his maids to do it for her.

She arrived at the dining hall. She glanced at the end of the table, she saw him sitting on that same spot of the table again. He wore his usual casual wear, a collared long-sleeved shirt and pants. He's also having a table napkin placed on his chest as he held the fork and the dining knife. If that's what he looked like, Deandra knew that chefs should prepare a rib-eyed steak. His favorite dish for every special occasion.

As secretive and distant as he is, Deandra is now wondering what special occasion does he want to celebrate this time…

Was she even one of the reasons why he is celebrating life every single day?