SWNOVELS Chapter 149
Chapter 149 Golf club
Claire seated herself inside the exclusive gold club, marveling at the sheer opulence around her. She had not expected the membership card to work och wolers. Initially, she had her doubts, but it seemed Adrianna had been true to her word. Case couldn't help be respect Adrianna even more forit.
Theparin the golf club was far beyond what she had anticipated. Claire thought she would be mingling with other members in the usual areas provided. Instead, she found herself in a private room designated solely for LHS members. It was a revelation. his is what wealthy people do." she mused to henell
The thought that LHS had their own exclusive spot in every prime location in London was mind-boggling
Talang out her phone, Claire contacted Mr. Richardson. "Hello, Mr. Richardson. It seems you haven't reserved a spot at the golf club, just let them know to go under
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A few minutes later,
r, Mr. Richardson arrived, slightly flustered. "I apologize for the inconvenience, Ms. Peterson," he said, a bit out of breath.
Claire smiled warmly. "It's fine, really. No harm done!
Mr. Richardson looked around the room, clearly impressed. "I didn't expect you to be a member of LHS," he remarked, eyes wide with admiration.
Clare chuckled "Honestly, I couldn't imagine it myself until recently."
They soon settled into their business talk, diving into the details of their project. After a while, they moved outside to play golf while continuing their discussion Even though Claire didn't particularly like golf, she found the experience unexpectedly calming. The peaceful greenery, the sound of the club hitting the ball, and the soltale of leaves in the breeze created a serene atmosphere.
we're on track with the initial
"so, about the timeline," Claire said, swinging her club and watching the ball soar through the air. "We need to make sure we're projections
Mr. Richardson nodded, lining up his shot. "Absolutely. We've allocated additional resources to ensure we meet the deadlines."
"That's good to bear," Claire replied, watching his ball land on the green. "Communication will be key. Let's make sure our teams are aligned."
Mr. Richardson agreed, making a note on his tablet. "We'll schedule bi-weekly check-ins to keep everything on track"
As they continued to play, the business matters were gradually resolved. Claire was pleased with the progress they had made. She realized that this setting, despite herical reluctance, was perfect for these kinds of discussions.
When they finished, they shook hands firmly. "I look forward to working with you, Ms. Peterson," Mr. Richardson said, his tone genuinely appreciative.
Claire smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "The pleasure was mine, Mr. Richardson. Let's make this a success."
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With their business concluded, they parted ways. Claire lingered for a moment, soaking in the tranquility of the golf course. She hadn't expected to enjoy it, t had tumed out to be a surprisingly pleasant experience. Claire is on her way to exit the golf club until Goetta and Lisa stood in front of her, blocking her path
Claire rolled her eyes, already feeling annoyed by their presence.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she forced a polite tone, though her irritation was clear. "Yes, what can I help you with?"
Gretta was the first to speak, her voice laced with accusation. "Where did you get that card?
A smirk appeared on Claire's lips. "Oh, you mean the LHS card?" she asked, chucking, "I didn't 'get' it. It was given to me!
Gretta scoffed, clearly not believing her "You're lying. No one can just be given that card randomly."
Claire tilted her head slightly, staring directly at Gretta. "Why are you asking? Don't tell me you want one," she said mockingly.
Lisa, standing beside Ginetta, pimped in. "Just answer her, Claire. How hard is it to answer a simple question?"
Claire turned to Lisa, coldness in her eyes. "Why should I answer Geetta? Give me one reason for me to answer her."
Gretta's frustration was evident as she demanded, "Love me the LISxmber, Claire."
Claire raised her eyebrows, then chuckled. "And what will you do with it, Gretta? Buy your wayin?"
Gretta responded with a smick. "I'm just doing what you did."
Clalte sighed, feeling exhausted by the pointless conversation. "I didn't buy my way in, but you can think whatever you want. I don't care.
As she tumed to leave, her golf club accidentally swing and hit Lisa's head. Lisa immediately yelped, "Hey, watchsit!""
Claire turned around, sering Lisa rubbing her forehead "Oops, my bad," she said without a hint of guilt, then tumed to leave again
"You're so full of yourself, Claire," Gretta called afterber
Claire stopped for a moment, but then continued walking without looking back, she had more important things to deal with than Gretta and Lisa's petty accusations. As she walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in leaving them fuming behind her. As Claire stepped out of the entrance, she made her way to her car. Driving her car and headed to Metacones, the thought of Guetta and Lisa occupy her mind. "Why can't they just leave me alone? is not that hand. She said feeling pissed cause everywhere she goes, they always manage to annoyed her.
Arriving af Metacortex, Claire hoped out of the car. Still in her golf attire, she headed to her floor.
Not deeling surprised anymore by Matthew constant visit to her office, she plopped down on the couch. Noticing Claire, Mantened his attention towards her. "How was the Inusiness perting, Clare?
"It was good I went perfectly!
Matthew gaze moved to Claire attire, and he raised his brows. Claire rolled her eyes. "Don't ask."
With a corusion etched on his face, Matthew stood up and move to the couch. "What land of business meeting you
you attend?" his voice filled with amusement
She sighed. "Mr Richardson wanted to meet at the golf club and so we met there."
"Which golf courses you went?"
"Golden golf club.
A look of surprised cross his feature." "Wow...that place is like popular. Almost every single day, that place is booked. Did you reserve the place?" Claire shook her head. "Apparently, Mr. Richardson forgot to confirm so I didn't get the spot." "Then how did you get in?"
The comer of her lips curled up as she pulled the card from her bag. "This,"
Matthew took the card from Claire grasp to get a good look of it. "The LHS card? I can't believe that it works."
"It does. Claire chuckled lightly. "You should see Lisa and Gretta face earlier."
He looked to Claire and frowned. "Wait..you met them again?" he said in disbelief cause t seems like Claire always encounter one of them. "Apparently the universe wants me to see them. What surprise me is, Lisa and Gretta are friends, unfortunately, "W-what? The old witch and the crery bitch are friends?"
Claire tout loud laughed. "Yes, they are, but don't worry I handle them perfectly."
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or that it's Alex
the midst of their conversation, Claire phone rings. She answer her phone and to her surprise I need you to come with me to Las Vegas."