Mr. The Lawyer Fatal Attraction
Part 68's. Mom's Choice

Mom and I were talking about something else when the two men joined us. A man I think in his mid-thirties joined a woman named Catherine Haugen.

"Auntie often sees you accompanying your mother. Now I can talk to you." The woman named Catherine Haugen was being sweet. "Oh yeah this is Aunt Oscar Haugen's son."

"It's nice to meet you Oscar."

"I'm happy Miss Allison." Looks like the guy with the perfect tattoo. Daritadi when greeting Mom also has perfect manners.

"Oh yeah you guys are no different age far Allison 32, while Oscar 35." Aunt Catrerine continues with our age. It seems like this is going to be a long conversation.

This man even though he is the heir seems to also know work. He had leasing and shifting consultants for heavy equipment for construction, oil and gas projects and mines.

I don't really know that, of course, I think he moved some kind of excavator or car engine but it wasn't. The company has the expertise to move any machine or object weighing thousands of tons. He explained to me with pictures of them moving a NASA rocket weighing thousands of tons.

"You're moving thousands of tons? Seriously?"

"Of course seriously. We can move objects up to 8000 tons. This is us just moving a NASA rocket ..." He gave me a picture that stunned me.

"God how much this terrible giant weighs." I saw the first picture Oscar gave me.

"The transpoter itself is about 2500 tons, if this one we insert the Transpoter below..." Another picture was given, this time similar to a giant dredge machine. "If this one's for mine."

"Great, operating this thing must take a lot of people, you even have to bring an oil truck there." I laughed at the BBM filler truck under the photo, and realized how big this 2500-ton object was.

"This one they're carrying Bagger 288, it's actually a mine excavator."

"Jeez this is the actual diameter of the excavator's bucket wheel? One bucket is almost as tall as a human." One more picture showing the size of the giant machine was actually.

"Oh obviously they can't get into the SPBU. Even those walking down the highway should get a police escort." I can imagine what he said.

"Building a large carrier like this how much do you need?"

"About 2 trillion (truly - uh this is a true story, the cost to make a transport vehicle rich is to build two trillion )."

"Wow."

I found a new horizon now, a freight company like this must be very specific.

"Are you related to AECOM?"

"AECOM sometimes uses our services, but our main customer is not a construction bus over to mining, oil and gas, and you know NASA."

"NASA, that sounds great." She smiled, her good looks were 80 from my eyes. It's a long way from Alton or the Montgomery Devil, but he's a good-looking guy.

"Where's your office, are you focusing on private residences?"

"Yes, private residence, office space and we've handled the hotel." Now I can boast a little. Hotel handling is a big level.

"Ohh you guys handle hotels too, what hotels?" But I wouldn't have managed to brag in front of him if the hotels I was handling were only three and four stars.

"We just won a Charleston New York renovation."

"Ohh you're handling Charleston, I heard they took over Chauffeur's old hotel building instead, it was you who won the renovation. Congratulations on that." Now I managed to snob a little.

"Oh, did you design it yourself?" She must have thought that one of my senior interior designers working on the design, my Dad's daughter like me, would just enter the office as a formality.

"Yes, their invitation is in my name, so I dare to go forward. Like I said, I'm lucky to catch their wish." She nodded and kept quiet, now that you know not who is in front of you, I am not the princess, I am the queen. Don't underestimate me, because obviously I'm not fascinated with superyatches. "Ohh yeah, if you have anything I can help you with the design of the house, the office, you can call me."

Show off the third, a business card with the words Head of Design Director NY Office.

"Allison Austin, you're apparently the Director. Your office is anywhere." Now he's taking me seriously.

"NY, CL, DC, Paris. Yes, I am the Design Director. I really like my job and a professional of course."

(NY \= New York, CL \= California, DC \= Washington DC)

"Multinational Company, you take this seriously." She seems amazed? Can I get his confession? I just smiled a little. Although I am not comparable to their level, I also do not want to be underestimated. "You're a shareholder here?" This seems like a financial identity check.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Ehm..." He's nodding, what he's thinking, what we're done with the initial introductions and identity checks. So how am I a suitable candidate. I guess what all this talk is for.

"Actually...." He stopped to call for my attention. "I have a condo in Manhattan, nobody has touched the design yet, I don't like the old design. Can you do it for me." It turns out this meeting was some sort of interview and feedback. He decided to approach me. He paid the opening price. Well, it's an expensive price, but maybe it's just a little money for a guy like

"Ohh a condo."

"I need to see him and hear first what imagine you want."

"Actually I don't understand what I want, which obviously I don't really like the aura emitted by the old design, I bought it from my friend. I haven't lived there yet. But the headquarters will be moved here so I'll be there more often."

"I'll help you figure out what you really like. You just need to set the meeting schedule."

"Oh well, then later I'll call. Oh what next weekend, Saturday, I should be. You can accept the deal on the weekend."

"Yes, of course I can."

"Then we meet next week."

"Well, next week around 11?"

"OKAY. 11 O'clock."

The meeting agreement was made. It may not be what I imagined but I believe there is no free lunch. If he finds out I'm not responding to his interest. Maybe he canceled the project, but it's up to him that's the money.

After having a stale conversation with his mother also finally the breakfast meeting this morning was completed as well.

"How, you guys seem to talk a lot?" My mother looked at me curiously.

"Ohh I managed to make an appointment to build the design of the condo. He seems to be fascinated with me."

"Isn't that good?" Mom asked with a look.

"No Mom, I don't want to change lovers. I've had enough with rich and handsome lovers."

"You'll regret it later."

"I don't think Mom. I don't want to fight with you. Nothing will happen between us Mom. I've found my lover. Like Mom I'm loyal unless there's something I think is bad. But superyacht doesn't include any of them."

I smiled at Mom.

It seems he can't argue with me anymore. Now I wonder what Xavier's reaction would be if I told him he'd be jealous.