Chapter 136: Cole Scott; Lahor Bar

“Sir, your father wants to see you.”

Cole lifted his head from the file on his table. “Thanks,” he told the maid and waited until she left before returning to the file. He groaned, cranking his neck as he dropped the pen. He was working on something and couldn’t wait to tell his father, although he wished he would have gotten somewhere tangible enough before going to meet his dad.

Cole stood up, packed the file, and glanced at his wristwatch.

“30 minutes more,” he said out loud.

He was hanging out with friends at the Lahor bar by 8 pm, as usual, and couldn’t wait to drink and chill out. This whole week had been hectic, as usual.

Cole left his office and proceeded to his dad’s office. He knocked on the door and waited.

“Come in,” Patrick said, and Cole entered.

“Good evening, Dad,” Cole greeted as he took a seat opposite Patrick’s table.

“You won’t believe Ivy walked out on me,” Patrick said, his voice tinged with annoyance.

“Ivy?” Cole asked, confused. “Did she come here?”

“No,” Patrick snapped, looking at Cole sharply. “She… we–that’s not the point. She didn’t want to talk, didn’t even bother listening.”

Cole looked away, unsure of what to say. Ivy was definitely right not to listen, but he couldn’t say that.

“She wouldn’t help us!” Patrick groaned, slamming the table.

“What do we need her help for, again?” Cole asked softly.

Honestly, he was confused; he had no idea when his father switched sides. He already disowned Ivy, so what changed?

“The business. I wanted her to work with us,” Patrick answered. “You know, take pictures. We could really use her fame to take our restaurants to higher heights. I’m just angry she refused.”

“Well, I hate to state the obvious, but…”

Patrick scowled at him. “Then don’t.”

Cole sighed. There were still a lot of things that he didn’t understand, but he was willing to let it pass.

“I don’t understand why you’re looking like that,” Patrick said angrily, and Cole sat upright, fixing his confused face. “Anyways, I didn’t call you to say whatever, I need your help.”

Cole arched his brow. “Alright, with what?”

“Find a way to have Ivy help us,” Patrick said firmly, and Cole could tell it wasn’t a request; it was an order.

He looked at his father, his confusion deepening. “I don’t understand, Dad.”

“What is there not to understand?” Patrick sounded irritated. “Call your sister and have her help us.”

If someone told him his father would say this, Cole wouldn’t believe it. Some weeks back, he had bundled Ivy out of the house on Patrick’s order, and now he wants Cole to convince Ivy?

Something wasn’t right here.

“Tell her we need her on either Monday or Thursday. That’s when the restaurant here is always less busy,” Patrick said and already returned to whatever he was doing.

Cole got the message and stood up. “Alright, sir.”

“Is this what you’ve been working on?” Patrick asked, pointing to the file Cole had brought with him.

“Yes, it is,” Cole said, suddenly sounding excited.

Patrick hummed as he picked the file and assessed it. Cole stood there, eager to hear what his father had to say.

“I am not done yet, but it’s almost finished,” Cole said softly.

“Well,” Patrick began, lifting his head up. “This is bullshit.”

Cole’s heart dropped.

“It is all wrong. The calculations, the figures…” hiding the annoyance in his tone.

“But… it’s not done,” Cole said, trying to convince him. “I spent weeks on that.”

“Then start over,” Patrick said, tossing the file. “It’s useless and unusable.”

Cole straightened up, refusing to show his pain. He picked up the file and nodded. “Alright, sir.”

“What’s up? You wish,” sang Geoffrey from the shoe of his table.

“That is, Geoffrey found my fawning Garthway,” said Cole.

“That’s great news,” Ode said ash. “Yet at man, be you just don’t know, Geoffrey detects to perform?”

Cole waved over to Tie and placed shock on his sister. “You can do this.”

“Don’t worry, be toats with Pot, Ode said. You don’t have to do taxes.”

Geoffrey lifted his head, Forrester.

“Yes, and we can have Ivy come with us too, and she sure the poem with you,” Cole said then added a small smile as he dropped his hand.

Geoffrey dropped his head in thoughts and there some moments he said, “But what about your cap fee? The I’m Derayong.”

“If he loves you, he’ll want you to be happy,” Cole smiled.

Geoffrey seemed to believe the theory and he nodded. “Alright then.”

“That’s my boy,” Cole said, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. “Now for that sat tx.”

Geoffrey smiled as he stood up. “Thank you, Cole.”

“Anytime, my man,” Cole smiled.

Geoffrey turned to the door. “See you later.”

Once Geoffrey got out, Cole took his phone from his table and dialed Ivy’s line. She didn’t answer the call, so he called her again.

She finally answered on the second call.

“What?” Her voice was sharp.

“And hello to you too, Ivy,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.

“I know why you’re calling and the answer is no,” Ivy said angrily. “I am done with all of your…”

Cole sighed. Of course, Ivy would know the reason he was calling.

“Well, I’m calling about Geo,” he said, changing the topic.

“Geo?” He heard the surprise in her voice. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Nothing. He’s good, and he’s ready to meet his family. He wants you to be there with him.”

“Of course, I will be there,” Ivy said, her tone softening immediately.

“Good.”

“But that wasn’t why you wanted to call me, right?” She asked him.

“Well, not entirely,” he admitted. “But I can’t force you to do anything. If you want to, it’s fine. If not, it’s fine, too.”

“Thank you, Cole,” Ivy said genuinely.

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“You’re welcome,” he said. “Bye.”

“Bye.” She ended the call.

Cole sighed again as he tucked the phone in his pocket. It made no sense to ask Ivy for help, and he was really glad about his decision.

He glanced at his wristwatch and realized it was time to go out. Quickly, he arranged his table, locked his office, and went to his room to freshen up.

Some moments later, he changed into a white Tom Ford shirt and some blue jeans, sprayed himself, filled his wallet with cash, and then drove to Lahor bar.

When he arrived, he saw that his friends were already at the table.

“Yo yo,” he said loudly as he approached them, the music in the bar very loud.

“Cole Scotty,” Bruno, his closest friend, hugged him.

Cole greeted the others then sat. “Where are the drinks?”

“Incoming,” Azeem, another friend, answered.

Cole leaned forward, about to tell them a funny story when Bruno tapped him. “What?”

“You’ve got an admirer,” Bruno said, tilting his head toward a direction.

Cole followed the direction and was surprised to see that Bruno was right. A sexy young lady in red was eyeing him.

Their eyes met, and a smile spread on her cheeks before she looked away.

“Come on, go meet her,” Azeem encouraged him.

“You’ve been single for too long, go and get some pussy,” Bruno teased, and all the guys laughed.

“Fine,” Cole said, succumbing to their words. “Fuck y’all.”

They laughed as he left the table and approached her.

He racked his brain for his best pick-up line.

“Hi,” he said as he stood closer to her. “What is a princess like you doing here?”

She tilted her head, laughing. “Is that how you approach women?”

Cole chuckled. “At least it got you talking. Let me buy you a drink.” He leaned in closer, and his heart flipped at her scent.

She smelled like lavender and jasmine, and he was immediately drawn to her even more.

“The name is Cole,” he said, stretching his hand.

She giggled. “Nice to meet you, Cole. My name is Kim.”