SOFIAHe was smiling. But I knew a thousand thoughts were in his head. I wanted to dare to know them. That would bring me closer to him, know what he was thinking and what he was feeling.I learnt from my mum that a way to understand a man was to know what he was feeling and what he was thinking. What could be running in his head when he said, "come work for me?" He didn't put much thoughts into it, I suppose.And I still couldn't believe it when he offered me a job at his company. It was such a generous and unexpected gesture, and I couldn't understand why he would do such a thing for me. As I sat with the coffee mug not far from me, I listened to him talk about his father and dead brother. Never dated, but I was sure he must have had a fair share of 'women'.The big fat question mark was, why would he want to help me? What had I done to deserve this kind of kindness from him? And why was he always looking out for me, making sure I was okay and offering his support whenever I needed
SOFIAI didn't want to ask him, but I had to. I took a moment to collect my thoughts, weighing my options. "No, I don't think that's it, just tell me, Alex, why?"This was too much for just a friend. In this present age, no man would help a woman to this extent. Absolutely no man I know. But Alex would and even he seemed fine about it.He just stared at me, unsure of what to say. I don't know if I had crossed the line or not. But his eyes remained calm. I don't understand how he could say something really heavy and still sit through it calmly like nothing happened. He had that calm demeanour, that nonchalant attitude. And it made my stomach churn.Alex made me feel more than I was supposed to when he said things like this. It was just like the first time we met. Prior to me drinking at that bar, what I had been thinking of was what I would do once I found those who killed my parents. Deep down in me, I knew the killers was out there, somewhere, and I was determined to find them.A tho
SOFIAI wanted to actually tell him how I felt. What I was thinking too. But there was something holding me back. It was the fact that I always acted bold, independent and other attributes of a woman of steel. I didn't want him to see that vulnerable side of me. Not now, not ever. I was sure if I started to tell him what was wrong and how I was dealing with it, I would cry.And I wasn't dealing with it nicely. No, I felt like breaking down and I wanted to cry. The scrubbing and the bathing I had in the bathroom wasn't enough to wash away the irritation I felt within me, towards my boss, towards everybody in that company in general. I found everything very repulsive and talking about it would make me cringe.With these emotions in me, all I could utter was, "I need some time to process everything," I just told him, though it feels like a feeble excuse. I wish I could be more honest with him, to let him in on the turmoil that was brewing beneath the surface, threatening to burst out of
ALEXWhen she said I made her eat well. I was glad. It covered up the fact that she didn't want to talk about the assault from her boss.The thing is I wanted to know what she was thinking about all of this. It's best to just talk it out but she didn't want to. I understand the fact that she was still shaken from all that had happened. It was still fresh in her head but talking about it would ease the pain, hurt, disappointment a little bit.I couldn't begin to imagine how she must have felt when her boss touched her. She must have been sorting out documents and files, and he must have entered, smirking and giving her lustful glances. She must have looked away from him, demanding politely what he wanted. He must have said it outrightly that she was sexy and all and he must have moved closer to her while she tried to escape.A lot must have happened before I came in. Her shirt was torn and I could see the black bra she was wearing underneath. Her face was red and her hair in dismay. Sh
ALEX The conversation I had with the private investigator made me feel a little at ease. With what he had and what he was going to find, I was sure it would be complete and would ruin Sofia's boss. It would teach him some valuable lessons not to mess with people again. You never know who's the right people and the wrong people.Now, he messed with the wrong people and it was time to show him who is the boss. I plan to see him rot in jail. To see him lose all he ever accumulated in the wrong ways.I don't intend to allow him to spend perhaps a day or two, a week or two in police custody, I intend to extend it to a five years minimum and ten years maximum and I will make sure he loses a lot while in jail.I made my way through the office. My head kept on bringing ideas. I have to quickly formulate a plan and begin to coordinate with the team to track down her parents' murderer. I wanted to ensure that those who did this faced the full force of the law and that they would never be able
ALEX "I need you all to keep this tight lipped. I don't want my father to catch wind of the new addition to our team. Is that taken?"The employees exchanged puzzled looks and I could see the questions forming in their minds. I wasn't ready to give them a WHY. They should just take it like I said it. I was the boss and they were my workers. If any of them wanted to defy me, it would be the former head of department.The others wouldn't. The head of the department was someone my father always talked to. He was my father's oldest worker and I knew if anything was to happen which was not in line with my father's rules, he was sure to tell him.And as they nodded, my thoughts were consumed with the potential pitfalls of my father discovering Sofia's hiring. I had to make sure everything went smoothly, and with the employees on board, I hoped I could avoid any unnecessary complications.Damn, I hope. And I hope they are able to get my WHY too. They all knew my father and if there was one
SOFIA It was time to go home. But I wanted to just sleep here.It was the last day at work and I had my laundry to attend to. I wanted to clean the house, make myself a large bowl of soup and read some books.It wasn't like I was tired. I wasn't really working that much, but I felt so stressed particularly today. I always leave home by 7am and I return before 7pm. I don't do much at my workplace. It was just like I went there to have fun. I eventually decided to open my eyes after I closed it for a while. It was cold and I felt empty. As I stretched and yawned, my eyes landed on the beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on my bedside table. They were the ones Alex, my new boss, had given me two nights ago when we went out for dinner. A warm smile spread across my face as I remembered the lovely evening we had spent together.Remembering this, I can't believe that I was smiling. It's like I've known this man forever and the way he came into my life, I felt brand new. He not only help
ALEX "Uhm, there is something.""What?""Can you come over to my house for dinner?"When she had asked me that, I must confess, I had smiled. This was because I knew she had began to fall for me. Like fall for my charm and all, and maybe it's not love, but she was fond of me. It made me happy in an unusual way. This kind of happiness scared me. It wasn't like the evil happiness I've had at the beginning of this whole play. From the beginning, I hated Sofia. The fact that she made me lose possession of the Crow Cartel made me want to waste her like I did to her stepfather. The fact that she ran away made me angrier. I could still feel the impact of my father's words on me. His sharp curse and comparison, his prayer to have my dead brother back. All this made me angry and I was sure that if I had seen Sofia a day after she ran awsy, I would have killed her. The anger would still be fresh in my mind and that resentment would make me strike her with a single blow that would end her lif