Mr Nobody

Chapter 9

Jeremy's heart skipped a beat the moment Melissa entered the room. She exuded an undeniable radiance, captivating his attention effortlessly. Amidst his troubled thoughts, she served as a beacon of joy, lifting his spirits and filling the air with an aura of enchantment.

However, their momentary bliss was shattered by a blood-curdling scream, followed by the sound of shattering glass. Jeremy's gaze shifted abruptly towards the commotion, his curiosity piqued. "Oh no," Steve lamented, reaching for his glass of brandy and taking a sip. "It seems the unfortunate waiter has fallen into the clutches of none other than the city's notorious diva, Diana Woods. Poor guy."

Jeremy was no stranger to Miss Woods. He had encountered her on several occasions due to her father's ownership of a prominent tech company, in which she played a significant role as his successor. While undeniably intelligent, she possessed a deceptive nature and a narrow-minded outlook, much like her father.

Observing from a distance, Jeremy watched as Diana verbally berated the waiter without a care in the world. The situation seemed dire, until Melissa, the captivating woman he had been admiring, gracefully stepped forward.

"Pardon my intrusion, but it's evident to everyone present that this unfortunate incident was an accident. Blaming the waiter won't rectify the situation, especially when he has already apologized for his mistake. It would be best for everyone involved if we let this matter go," Melissa spoke with conviction, her frown reflecting her genuine concern.

"How dare you speak to me in such a manner! Do you have any idea who I am?" Diana snapped, her arrogance palpable.

"At this moment, it's irrelevant to know your identity. I'm simply suggesting that dropping the matter is the wisest course of action," Melissa responded calmly, unwavering in her resolve.

Diana scoffed in disbelief, her ego bruised. She wondered who this audacious woman could be, daring to speak to her in such a manner, especially in the presence of so many onlookers. Could she possibly outrank her in social status? Diana's mind raced with questions, her sense of superiority shaken. She felt a wave of discomfort wash over her as she noticed the disapproving gazes directed at her. Perhaps, just maybe, she had allowed herself to get carried away. With a mix of frustration and embarrassment, Diana decided to retreat but not before leaving Melissa with a chilling promise. "I'll remember you. I promise," she declared, her words tinged with bitterness.

Melissa contemplated Diana's parting words, confident they were not meant in a positive light. As she watched Diana walk away, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the diva's misguided pride.

Jeremy, an amused spectator throughout the confrontation, couldn't help but smile at Melissa's remarkable display of courage and grace. In that moment, he found himself even more captivated by her, realizing that her beauty extended far beyond her stunning appearance.