Chapter 61 Part 4 Becky is going on TV-11

Must-Haves for Some Working Women I don't want Luke Brandon to think I dressed up for him, that's what I do.I didn't want to give him any reason to think that I had misinterpreted the purpose of this date and that it couldn't be like the last time. A sudden wave of shame washes over me as I think back to the horrific scene at Harvey Nichols last time.I shook my head vigorously, trying not to think about it, and trying to compose myself.Why on earth did I agree to have dinner with him? "I just want to look as serious as possible." I frowned seriously in the mirror.

"I see, then," Suzie said, "you need some basic equipment. Some working woman stuff." "Like what? Notepad?" "Like..." Suzie mused. "Okay, I have an idea. You wait..." That night, I arrived at the Ritz five minutes later than my agreed time.When I got to the door, I saw Luke had arrived.He was sitting idly, drinking what looked like gin and tonic.I couldn't help but notice that he was wearing a different suit from the morning, with a brand new dark green shirt underneath.He does look... handsome.very handsome! It's actually not like a business date at all.

Moreover, looking at this place, there is no commercial atmosphere at all, and it doesn't look like a place to discuss official business.There are chandeliers, golden garlands, and pink upholstered chairs, as well as a beautiful ceiling painted with clouds and flowers.The whole place is so rich and sparkling, it's really... At this moment, the word that came to my mind turned out to be "romantic". God! My heart was pounding wildly nervously, and I took a quick glance at myself in the gilded mirror.According to the original plan, I was wearing a black suit, a white T-shirt, and black leather boots.But otherwise, a pair of tortoiseshell glasses (with spotless lenses) perched on the bridge of my nose, the latest Financial Times tucked under my arm, and my clumsy briefcase in one hand — at Suzy’s Hold on—an Apple Mac laptop in the other hand.

Maybe, I went too far. I was about to back out to see if I could quickly put the briefcase in the cloakroom (or just throw it on a chair and walk away) when Luke just happened to look up and see me, and he Laughed.Damn it! So I had to step on the soft carpet and walk over like nothing happened, even though one of my arms had to be clamped tightly next to my body to prevent the newspaper from falling. "Hi!" Luke stood up to greet me, and that's when I realized I couldn't shake his hand because I was still holding my laptop.I frantically threw my briefcase on the floor, shifted my laptop to my left hand - nearly dropping the FT - and reached out, blushing.

A look of amusement flashed across Luke's face.He shook my hand solemnly.He motioned for me to sit down, then watched politely as I put the laptop on the table for use. "This computer is really beautiful," he said, "is it a high-tech product!" "Yes." I smiled at him, "I often use it to take notes in business meetings." "Ah," Luke nodded, "you are a very efficient person." Obviously, he was waiting for me to turn on the computer, so I just tried to hit the enter key.According to Suzie, the screen will be activated next.However, there was no movement on the screen.

I pressed it casually again - still nothing.I poked it again as if I didn't care - still no use! Damn it! This is so embarrassing.Why should I listen to Suzie? "What's wrong?" Luke asked. "No!" I answered right away, and then shut the computer with a "snap". "No, it's just me... After thinking twice, I decided not to use the computer today." I reached out and took out a notebook from my purse, "I'll write it down." "Good idea," Luke said softly. "Would you like some champagne?" "Oh," I was a little shocked, "then... that's fine."

"That's great," Luke said, "I hope you like it." He looked up, and a smiling waiter hurried forward and brought a bottle of champagne.OMG! It's Krug's. However, I don't want to be overjoyed. Today I want to be extremely cold and arrogant.In fact, I've figured it out, I'll just have a glass of champagne and then just plain water.In any case, I need to keep a cool head. As the waiter poured wine into my goblet, I wrote in my notebook: "Rebecca Bloomwood Talks to Luke Brandon".I looked critically at the line, then drew two lines below it.Yes, this looks much better.

"Then," I looked up, raising the glass in my hand, "toast to business." "Cheers to business," Luke repeated, and then smiled bitterly, "if I still have any business to do..." "What's wrong?" I stared at him, puzzled—and then suddenly realized, "You mean...after you said that on 'Good Morning Coffee'...did it get you into any trouble?" He nodded, and suddenly I felt sorry for him. I mean, Suzie was right when she said Luke was arrogant.But I think it's not easy for him to come forward on that occasion and say what he really thinks about Flagstaff Insurance in public.And now he's paying the price for it all...things seem to be messed up.

"Are you broke now?" I asked softly, and Luke smiled. "It's not that far yet. But we're going to have to make a big fuss with our other clients this afternoon." He grimaced. "After all, it's not typical for a PR firm to openly criticize one's main client on a TV show." "Well, I thought they would respect you for that!" I retorted, "Because you said what you really think! Very few people can do that these days, and your behavior just validates your company The tenet of "We Tell the Facts." I took a swig of champagne and fell silent.Luke stared at me with a strange expression on his face.

"Rebecca, you have a wonderful knack for hitting the nail on the head." At last he said, "Some of our clients do agree with you. This incident seems to have won the trust of our company." Good reputation." "Oh," I said, pleased with myself, "that's great. So you didn't fall flat?" "Of course I didn't lose everything." Luke smiled at me, "I just lost a little." The waiter appeared out of nowhere and refilled my glass and I took a sip.When I looked up, Luke was staring at me again. "You know that, Rebecca, you're a very observant person," he said. "You can see things that other people can't."

"Hmm." I waved my glass happily. "Didn't you hear what Zelda said? I'm a cross between a financial authority and the girl next door." Our eyes met, and we both couldn't help laughing . "You're knowledgeable and kind, you're knowledgeable and down-to-earth, you're smart and charming..." Luke's voice trailed off.He stared at the glass for a moment, then looked up. "Rebecca, I want to apologize to you," he said. "I've always wanted to apologize to you. That day at lunch at Harvey Nichols ... you were right that I didn't give you the respect you deserved." He stopped talking and fell silent.I stared down at the tablecloth and felt my face burn.I thought angrily that he was thinking of saying that now.He booked a table at the Ritz, ordered champagne, and expected me to smile and say, "Oh, never mind!" Things are brooding.After a successful morning, I'm motivated. "That article I wrote in the Daily World had absolutely nothing to do with lunch that day," I said without looking up. "None. And you're implying that both..." "I know." Luke sighed, "I shouldn't have said that. But frankly, you caught us all off guard that day! So I just raged and used the words in self-defense."