Chapter Eighty Three- Curated

Rafael was a pile of nerves. The man straightened out the lapels of his signature Armani suit. It was something he wore whenever he wanted to faux confidence.  Rafael was a true believer of ‘fake it till you make it.’ That’s exactly what he did in such a suit. The cloth fit his body like a second skin. Each part of it emphasized Rafael’s strong points. His broad shoulders, tall stature and lean build. The man didn’t notice the way the women in the office gave him second looks. Even the secretary’s eyes kept flitting over to him. Making sure that the man with wildly good looks was still ever present. Rafael was sitting in the lobby of Andrew’s father’s headquarters. Andrew William’s himself couldn’t achieve much. Every part of his business was overlooked by his father because the man didn’t have a single business minded bone in his body. The plush seats were enough to make anyone feel comfortable but the place was still incredibly intimidating. It had expanse halls wit