The power behind her name

"Charlie? Your surname-"

Tut...tut...tut...

Inside an airplane, a woman was seen staring at her phone intensely. Anyone who saw her changing expressions would think that she probably was having fun video calling someone.

However, she was actually staring at a stranger's phone who just now introduced himself as Charlie.

The woman tried to make another phone call, however, her act was caught in action by a flight attendant, who in turn came to advise her.

"Miss, we're about to take off. Please put your phone on flight mode or switch it off," she said, politely.

"I will," the woman answered and looked at the flight attendant with her lips curled upward. She removed her sunglasses and kept it inside its purse, revealing a pair of deep brown eyes that execute elegance and domineering to those who looked at them.

Seeing the woman showed an understanding of what she was asked for, the flight attendant left while feeling a little bit intimidated by the eyes that were staring at her casually.

Camellia; at least that's what Charlie knew of her name, leaned against the chair and straightened up her leg. However, the space between her seat and the one in front wasn't spacious enough for her to fully stretch her long leaned legs.

She sighed. This was the second time she failed to book a premium flight ticket due to urgency. Who would knew that the moment she decided on the job was also the moment the premium ticket was sold out? Not that the business class wasn't comfortable but the gap was evidence once a person actually tasted the comfort a premium ticket could offer.

Another sigh left her well-proportioned lips. However, this time around, the thing inside her mind had returned to the incident that happened earlier at the airport.

Due to binge watching Netflix the night before, she actually woke up late and almost missed her flight. The rushing had made her clashed onto someone which caused her to switch phone with someone else's phone!

She stared at the phone on her hand, the same design with the same color gold. No wonder, she mistook the phone as hers. They looked exactly the same.

For the man named Charlie to own it, there was no doubt that his identity was one of high status.

That was because the smartphone brand was a limited edition with only five being released to the whole world. Moreover, one can customize it according to their preferences.

'Hah, there's nothing I can do. I can only wait until tomorrow,' she thought as self-persuasion.

However thinking about the phone that belonged to her in someone else's hand, she felt a bit indignant. Especially knowing that it was in the hand of a person that capable of hacking her personalized phone. Moreover, it was done in mere minutes!

Someone that capable to do that was definitely a master. Camellia can't help but praise Charlie's ability. She was amused that someone other than herself was able to decipher her most complicated security to date.

Well, her friend Lenny was also an exception, but, even she, a well-known programmer took at least one hour to hack her phone.

For nearly thirty minutes, Camellia spent her time thinking about the man named Charlie. Soon, she yawned and followed was the fluttering eyelashes that eventually came to stop. At that time, her consciousness was already enjoying the relaxation a nap could provide.

The whole time, she spent sleeping until the last five minutes when the announcement reverberated throughout the airplane announcing the time of landing, woke her up.

Gaining her senses, she looked outside. From the small frame window, she could see the flickering lights underneath as if welcoming her to the unfamiliar city.

Camellia stretched her body before ensuring that all her stuff was inside her handbag. She could feel the airplane shook a little before coming to a complete stop.

***

"Miss Camellia," a man in his forties approached Camellia who just came out from the arrival hall. He was wearing formal attire that executed his professionalism. However, the way he stood was clear that he had no regard to the commoners that passed him by.

Camellia frowned when realizing that her client who she supposed to meet tomorrow was already waiting for her. Seeing the well-dressed man, her lip twitched to see the display of wealth. And, she noticed that he was deliberately showing them off.

"Mr. Harold, I'm sure the meeting is tomorrow?" she wanted to ignore him but seeing him already waving at her, she decided to pay him little attention.

"Miss Camellia, I wish to give you a pleasant welcome to my humble country hence I decided to personally come to escort you," Mr. Harold spoke with well-performed politeness.

He let out a short, dry laugh. If it wasn't for Camellia's high profile, there was no way he would come to personally escort her out of the airport.

However, knowing that his so-called kindness could probably increase the 'worth' of his company, then, he would be more than willing.

Camellia was a name that was well-known in the business world. A woman that capable to bring even a small, no-name company to compete with the giant merchandise in the world. There were many that hired her to be the guest or an advisor to their company, hoping that it could help to boost their company status.

However, that was what her name would give to those company that hired her. Her guidance, on the other hand, never failed to bring profit that could sustain the company's treasury for many years.

That's why no one would dare to offend her. Her resume wasn't one to be ridiculed. For a 20 years old woman, it was unbelievable that more than a hundred companies had risen to the top under her tutelage.

Of course, the payment was tremendous but it was all worth it.

As for offending her, a simple negative statement coming from her would definitely ruin the company's image. And no one was stupid enough to do that! In fact, they wanted to recruit her. Alas, no one had succeded in that arena. Yet, their hope never faded.

Mr. Harold was the same. Today's act was done deliberately with the hope that he would enter the woman's good book. And maybe, if his luck was good, she might take a liking to work with him!

"Miss Camellia, please," Mr. Harold ushered the woman to a black car that was already waiting for them. Camellia courteously smiled before following the man to enter the car. She wanted to refuse but knowing their deal, she decided to play along.

"Mr. Harold since you're already here, I would like to brief about tomorrow's meeting," she spoke as soon as they sat comfortably in the car.

"Miss Camellia, how about we have dinner first?" Mr. Harold proposed. He was more than willing to listen but thought that doing extra would give him more merit.

Besides that, the more he looked at the elegant and beautiful woman in front of him, he couldn't help but think of wooing her too. That was when a malicious thought entered his mind.

A creased appeared on Camellia's forehead, she knew what the man was thinking and instantly feeling disgusted towards him.

"I'm sorry but I have another matter to attend to tonight, please drop me off at the hotel," she said with a tone that told the man she was unwilling to negotiate about the offer he just made.

Mr. Harold was startled at the cold comeback. His meaningful smile had turned to an awkward smile.

Inside, he was panicking and thinking what had he done to somehow anger the woman. Still, no matter how much he thought of it, nothing came to mind.

"Then, maybe next time," a trace of panicked lingered in that sentence of his. He cleared his throat by coughing several times before instructing his driver to do as what spoken by Camellia.

If beforehand, he knew of that woman temper which akin to the changing weather, he would take more precaution in his plan. Alas, it was too late, he seemed to have offended the woman.

Camellia knew all those turbulence in Mr. Harold's mind but recalling the intention he planted on his mind earlier, it was enough to make her wanted to walk out of their partnership.

However, knowing that he was related to the person she was looking for, she could only be patient.

Soon, they arrived at the hotel where she would spend the night. After walking out of the car, Miss Camellia turned to face the man who seemed to be dispirited.

"Mr. Harold, I hope the matter I ask of you is already prepared. I'm expecting that before the meeting tomorrow," Camellia said with a serious tone before walking to the hotel's foyer.

Mr. Harold could only sigh at how their first encounter ended. He hoped that tomorrow, the 'matter' he had prepared for her would enough to pacify her sudden anger.

"Let's go!" he said to his assistant who was standing behind. He took a last glimpse of the woman before instructed his assistant to drive.