6 Lana Being A Biatch

Austin's eyes lingered in the direction of the familiar figure for a few seconds before shrugging his shoulders, as he followed Rebecca into the room.

''You still haven't told me what this whole meeting is all about,'' Austin said, the door closing behind him.

''Jeez, you saw those reporters?'' His eyes widened, still marvelled about why a bunch of reporters was flocking them.

''You make it seem like something alien.'' Rebecca smiled, throwing a teasing gaze at Austin.

''Well, to satisfy your curiosity… this is a family bidding meeting,''

''A family bidding meeting?''

''Yes, renowned, wealthy family come together to do… you know, business shit.'' Rebecca winked.

''Oh…'' Austin nodded, a part of him still finding it difficult to connect the dots.

However, he didn't have an opportunity to think much about it, as they soon entered the large hall connected to the room.

Inside, all eyes turned in their direction, each person sending a warm gesture to the new arrivals.

Austin's heart couldn't help but skip, seeing so many people paying him attention. Fortunately, though, Rebecca stood just a breath away, and the onlookers soon averted their gaze. Returning to their previous dealings.

''These are scions of powerful families that controlled wealth with their fingertips,'' Rebecca whispered, leading Austin to a more secluded area.

''It actually sounds frightening when you put it that way.'' Austin giggled, followed by a short silence between the duo.

''That reminds me…'' Austin shifted his gaze to Rebecca.

''Uh?''

''Do you know any family called Barrett?'' He asked, his face contorting for a moment before masking it with a smile.

''Barrett?'' Rebecca turned to another lady who had been with them all along.

The lady who appeared to be the secretary swiped through the tablet in her hand, and a few seconds later she nodded, confirming Austin's inquiry.

''They're part of the new, small families who were selected through the less privileged system passed by the board of directors in the last, grand meeting,'' The secretary answered in an all-professional tone.

''You know them?'' Rebecca asked, her brows furrowed.

''Um, ah… actually, some things went south during my last delivery, but… you know what-''

''Remove them from part of the beneficiary candidates,'' Rebecca uttered, her voice beaming with finality.

''Yes ma'am,'' The secretary said, making necessary adjustments to the list.

Soon enough, a door opened, different from the one Austin and his company used. And standing there were Marcus and Lana.

Lana had a new bag made from fine, black leather, complementing her long, black, dress.

'So many riches to cling to,' she thought to herself, flashing a bright smile at Marcus.

''Mr Marcus, you're here.'' A young man came to greet the door, offering them a handshake.

''Of course, of course.'' Marcus adjusted his suit, his face devoid of his usual arrogance.

''A big congratulations to you, it's such a big win for your family, I must say.'' The gentleman smiled.

''All thanks goes to you, Oliver, if you weren't working in the secretary's office, how would I have received that clue?'' Marcus laughed, patting Oliver's shoulder.

''Well, I was just lucky, regardless, though, don't forget me when the deal strikes.'' Oliver sent him a knowing look, making Marcus laugh.

''If there's one thing I can assure you about me, it's the fact that I'm not an ingrate, isn't it, sweetie?''

''Of course.'' Lana smiled, holding her leather bag tighter.

''Well, I'm just kidding, I've known you for a while now, and your good personality speaks volumes,'' Oliver said.

''Again, some rumours are spreading among the workers that there a new heir will be chosen today.''

''I also saw the media trying to take the picture of an elegant gent a while back, such a big commotion they created.'' Oliver snickered.

''Could he be the new heir they're referring to?'' Lana asked, her ears burning with curiosity.

''Umm, maybe… maybe not.'' Oliver shrugged.

''Hopefully, we get to meet him one day,'' she said, her face full of beaming with anticipation.

''You can actually do it now if you so wish.'' Oliver pointed in another direction, the place reserved for the VIPs.

Following his aim, Lana's heart skipped as she saw a familiar gentleman in a well-polished suit.

However, she soon shook off her shock as a maniacal grin etched on her face.

''Isn't that the-''

''Yes, it's him,'' Lana answered Marcus as she took long strides in Austin's direction, followed closely by Marcus.

''What's up with these two suddenly?'' Oliver knitted his eyes, watching the two figures walk farther away from him.

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''And what's this fraudster doing here?''

Austin turned, the familiar voice, catching him by surprise.

''You know, at first, I thought you were some important dignitary clad in the suit, but that's just wishful thinking.'' Lana clicked her tongue in disdain.

''Excuse me?'' Austin blurted out.

''Oh yes I'll, people can't see me talking to a waiter for too long after all.'' Lana snorted.

''Your level of shamelessness can actually bring the dead back to life, in case you don't know.'' Marcus chides in.

''Well, I'm sorry to break it to you…'' Lana took slow steps forward, just an inch away from Austin.

''Here's no place for dead rats like you, so you had better leave this minute and save yourself a face.'' She whispered, her eyes glinting with contempt.

''Tsk,'' Austin clicked his tongue.

''I hope you both will still have the courage to continue this act very soon.''

''Oh my, the chipmunk is issuing a threat.'' Lana covered her mouth, giggling.

Austin clenched his fist, hearing her make such a condemning remark. Before he could reply, though…

''I wouldn't talk down on the VIP in such a manner if I were you.'' A voice muttered, making everywhere turn silent.