"I'll see you then, mom," Daiay sighed before hanging up. She groaned and set the phone on the desk before burying her face in her hands. What was she going to say to the man… who she'd apparently forgotten to ask the name of…?
"Sir, you have a meeting with HighTech at lunch on Friday," Noah said, managing the files and sorting them out properly. "About the collaboration."
Arvil leaned back against his chair, cracking his knuckles as he stretched. He was so tired. It was Wednesday morning and his day had just started. Why couldn't his father just create a business that was not Star Tech? Why this company? Why give him half of it?
"And what's after that?" he muttered, shaking his head. "I still haven't finished fixing this one game tech."
Before Noah could answer, my phone rang.
Fiancee.
(…did he really put her as Fiancée on his phone…?)
Daisy sighed and redialed the number she had just called not long ago. When he picked up, she sighed again and answered. "My parents want to meet my fiancé…"
(Yes. xD)
Arvil's smile widened when she spoke, leaning back smugly.
"Oh, do they now?" he grinned. "And what does that have to do with me, I wonder?"
"I hate this so much…" Daisy muttered under her breath. "Could you pretend to be my fiancé again? Please? I'll pay you back somehow… I just can't be forced into a marriage with Gavril."
"Since you said please~" Arvil sang, laughter in his voice. "You don't need to pay me back. I'll protect you from that wolf."
Daisy narrowed her eyes slightly. "Why? I should pay you back. You're doing something ridiculous for someone you don't even know. Heck, I don't even know your name! And yet you want to help me without payment."
"Because it would be fun," Arvil responded nonchalantly. "A little amusement in my boring, working life. Besides, what sort of a gentleman wouldn't help out a lady in a time of need?"
Daiay grunted softly, crossing one leg over the other in her chair. "So you'd do it… Without me needing to pay you back?" she sighed and shook her head a little. "Okay. Thank you, then. But… what is your name? I can't just call you pet names or 'Fiancé'…"
(Amber. xD)
Arvil clicked his tongue, twirling himself around his chair.
"Hm, I like the pet names," he said cheekily. "But you can call me Ar. I can let you call me that~"
"No. What is your name? Your full, real name. My parents will be expecting me to know it," Daisy said, gritting her teeth.
Arvil sighed, throwing his head back. She was right. They'd be in trouble if she didn't know who he was.
"Arvil Davis," he answered, lifting his arm and spreading his fingers. "My name is Arvil Davis."
Daisy paused, freezing at the name. It was familiar… Why was it familiar? Why did— Oh. Oh, nonononono…
She cursed under her breath at her realization. Arvil Davis, president of a large, influential company… Someone her parents would just love to have her marry. Wonderful.
Arvil closed his eyes at her silence. Of course. What else did he expect? At least she didn't scream. That was good.
"Perhaps I should have given a fake name," he continued nonchalantly. "It isn't every day you're told the person whom you're pretending to be engaged to is Arvil Davis."
Daisy sighed and rubbed at her face with her hand. "No… No, they would look you up. This is good. They'll love that I'm 'engaged' to you. Heck, they'd love it if I even just said that I ran into you at the supermarket. Anything to keep climbing that social ladder, right?"
Arvil shrugged.
"How long are you going to keep this up?" he finally dropped the playful attitude. "This whole engagement thing. What if they expect you to get married?"
Daisy groaned and buried her face in her hand. "I'll keep it up as long as I think it would last, and then you can dump me or I can dump you. Whichever would make my parents happier…"
"I prefer not to be the one dumped," Arvil clarified. Noah quirked an eyebrow at that. "It would ruin my reputation, you see. Especially if I was dumped by a woman like yourself."
Daisy nodded slowly, though she knew he couldn’t see her. “That’s good, actually. My parents would be more likely to believe it if I was the one being dumped… They’d think I was just trying to get out of marriage if I dumped my fiancé.”
"Are you free right now?" Arvil questioned, pulling himself off of his seat. His assistant shot him an icy glare, but Arvil merely blew him a kiss. Noah glowered. "We should talk in person."
Daisy sighed and looked down at her notebook. She was still thinking of writing more, but now that she had been distracted it would probably be hard.
“I suppose… Where do you want to meet?” she asked, starting to clean up a bit.
"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Arvil inquired, holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he began to stack his papers. He made a pile of unread papers on one side while the other, he handed to Noah. "I'll take you out to eat."
“All right… There’s a nice cafe down on Sunset Road. I can meet you there?” Daisy suggested, standing up to get ready.
"That's all right with me," Arvil hummed in agreement. "I'm hanging up now. Don't miss my voice too much!"
Arvil hung up after that before he turned his attention towards his secretary, grinning as he opened his drawer and took out a small box he had purchased. "Noah, get my car ready, would you?"
"As well as a coffin, sir?" Noah smiled thinly, and though Arvil laughed it off, he couldn't help but shiver from the look in Noah's eyes.
Daisy tossed her phone on her bed and buried her face in her hands with a groan. “I’m so dead. So, so dead…” she muttered to herself, shaking her head as she went to get ready.
When Arvil reached the place Daisy told him about, he parked his car and put on his shades, leaning against his vehicle as he waited for his fiancée to make an appearance.
Since they needed to pretend to be a couple, there was a lot of things they needed to go over. There would be situations in which they wouldn’t be able to avoid touching each other, so he wanted to make sure she was okay. Especially if Gavril was there.
Daisy had pulled on a gray sweater and black leggings, along with her favorite pair of Converse, the white ones with black flowers. She adjusted her glasses on her nose, pushing them up from having fallen. A glance toward the front door of the cafe showed Arvil already there, and she sighed as she stepped out of her car and walked over.
When Arvil saw Daisy enter, he grinned. He knew she’d already seen him, so he didn’t bother waving her over.
“Nice to finally have you join me,” he said, showing off a smile. “Have a seat, sweetheart.”
Daisy sighed and sat down across from him, crossing one leg over the other under the table. “So. Arvil Davis, huh?” she greeted him in a mutter. “It’s really great to actually know who I’m engaged to.”
“Why does it sound like you don’t believe I’m actually Arvil Davis?” Arvil quirked an eyebrow. “Did you imagine the president to be far less good looking?”