Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

SIX MONTHS LATER.

I picked up my car keys, as I spoke into the phone trapped between my ear and shoulder, "Tell the pilot to slow down, I'm still at home."

Grace chuckled, "Why don't I give the phone to the pilot so you can speak to him, dummy."

I laughed out loud, almost letting the phone slip from my shoulder. "You brat! I hope your tongue isn't the only thing that got sharper during that trip."

"Come pick me and you'd find out." There was a pause on her end.

But I could hear the muffled voices of people in the background and the somewhat clear voice of someone softly issuing out instructions. It must be the flight attendant. "Please, rip your phones, secure your belongings as we would land in the next couple of minutes."

"Okay, I've got to go," Grace finally said, "We're about to land." Then with a manufactured deep voice, she growled, "Don't keep me waiting, Sydney!"

"Yes, ma'am," I said even though the line already went dead.

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I stuffed everything I might need into my handbag, got out of the house and made my way to my locking the doors. I started the car and drove to the airport to go pick my friend from her long trip to Paris

After much deliberation, Me, Grace and the newly appointed board members had decided that it would be much better if one of the company's employees would research men's clothing, learn about it and incorporate it in the company. After the unfortunate event with that fake men's clothing supplier, Bran, we didn't want to risk it again.

Though the company had been purged of the betrayers and bad employees that are the likes of Richie, it would be rewarding in the long run if one of our employees possessed the knowledge about the new industry we wanted to go into.

Grace, being the utmost fashion lover and enthusiast, had obviously been voted for by the board members and she gladly agreed to go. It was also the perfect getaway from all of the ruckuses that surrounded

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Paris being one of the leading countries in fashion had been the country we all agreed on. Grace got registered for a three-month course while we agreed that she would spend three more months carrying out personal research while incorporating what she learnt by interning or taking a temporary job.

Just after four months, Grace had already been texting me that she was ready to kickstart the men's fashion line for our company. By now, I was, she was fully fueled and ready to impress our clients when we introduce our latest niche to them.

During her stay there, she also gisted me about what she had going on there. About her classes, her dates, the fine men, the friends she made both in the industry she was looking into and random strangers who turned friends. She also never ceased to gush about the fashion world in Paris. "We're definitely opening a branch here in Paris someday," she said in one of those long phone calls.

Just as I pulled up before the airport, my eyes instantly zeroed in on Grace. Even from the distance, I could see the radiance and confidence that radiated off her. The confident tilt of her chin was admirable

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as she strutted toward me.

"Hey bestie," she chirped as she saw me alighted from the car, a huge grin on her face.

I pulled her in for a hug and exclaimed, "Welcome back, my queen reborn from fire!"

Grace laughed and tipped her chin in the air, "Hurry up and worship me. When our men's fashion line goes online, my worth is going to skyrocket."

I held back my grin as I took a step back and decided to play along. “Yes, yes, please, my queen, take me with you to success."

Then I pretended to place a crown on her head. Grace, to most of the passers-by amusement, crouched slightly and let me put the invisible crown on her head

When she straightened to her full height we burst out laughing heartily, our loud guffaw echoed right through the airport terminal.

I held my tummy, sobbering up. My eyes perused her face. She was different. Good different happy different. Her eyes glowed with joy and contentment, completely free from the pain of the emotional whirlwind she experienced six months ago. She had this stunning aura combined with a strong sense of authority swirling all around her.