"Calm down. Miss,will you stop this?" Vivian pleaded but Joyce went on,not regarding her plea.
"Hello, Mr Pride. Who are you? If not for the fact that you're a customer here,I would have done something you wouldn't expect to you," she paused and survey the place. Mr Manager wasn't around and there were also few customers and that's because it was Sunday.
"Here's your tie,washed,dried and ironed smoothly. What else do you want me to do?" She asked, softening up.
"Miss Joyce,I will report you to your manager," Vivian threatened with all seriousness.
"Oh,no,pretty woman! What do you want me to do? Okay,I think I understand," she said repentantly,not that she gave a dam* about her manager but because...... Well,she didn't know. "Mr Handsome," she called. "I'm sorry. So very sorry. I talk too much. I just realized that. I've been told so many times but I never believe I do. You can slap me, sir handsome, as long as you will order as many as you wish," she said and he was calmed with the words.
"Miss Pretty....Sorry,I mean.... What's your name,again?" He asked and glanced at the name tag. "Joyce. Okay,apology accepted. I'm also sorry," he said and retrieved his tie from her but didn't knot it. He pocketed it instead.
After ordering another drink and ice cream,they left the place.
"What a shameless girl!" James said.
"Is she? She just talk too much. Really too much. You lost your temper," Vivian told him. "I think she taught you a lesson." She laughed.
"Whatever lesson was that!" He exclaimed annoyingly but she made no response.
Joyce Donald sat quietly on a chair in her parents' house, recalling the day's events. She remembered the commotion she almost caused that day.
Almost?
"Hmmm. He's such a sly. He made me regret that. Handsome?" She questioned herself as she remembered calling him that. "No," she answered deceitfully to herself. "As ugly as something I can't say."
She immediately skedaddle her words as her mother approached her. Felicia sat beside her but said not a word neither did Joyce.
Felicia decided to break the silence. "What are you doing here? It's late already."
"Nothing. I just don't feel sleepy," Joyce replied.
"Who were you thinking of?"
"Who?" She wondered. How did her mother know she was thinking of a who? "No one," she deceived.
Felicia sat upright and faced her daughter who also did the same.
"You can't lie to me and you know that. Now,tell me what happened," her mum required.
Joyce stared at her mother and said,"Nothing. I just caused a fight. No,not a fight. It was an argument in Yes, thanks with a customer. Before you ask me what went wrong,let me tell you, "she said and explained to her mother. " I just talk too much. But I can't seem to be able to stop it,"she added.
"It's okay,dear,since the customer forgave you. Go in and sleep."
"Forgave me? I don't think so but I don't care anyway. I won't have anything to do with him in the future. I'm quitting the job,so....," she said and bade her mother goodnight who wished her well on her interview the following morning.
Joyce laid on her bed but it took her few hours before she could take her thoughts away from her and dozed off,wishing herself the best.
It was already seven thirty in the morning and Joyce was still asleep. She slept late the previous night,how could she not still be sleeping? Her mother had thought she had gone out early to the place but was shocked to see her in her bed. "Oh,Joyce. It's Monday morning. Your interview," she shouted at her daughter who used a pillow to cover her head,not wanting to be disturbed by any noise. Your iiinterrrviewww! The words pierced through the pillow directly into her ears. She jumped up and shouted at her mother for not waking her up earlier as she ran to the bathroom. "I thought you've gone," her mother retorted. Joyce rushed out of the bathroom and sharply got dressed in a yellow shirt and fitted black skirt and a black handbag with a black flat shoe. She combed and folded her hair
He was touched. He hated seeing women crying. He had no choice. After all,he didn't want to go back on his words to his brother. "Okay,okay,fine. Have your seat. Let's get started," he said to her assurance. " Thank you so much,"she appreciated as she had her seat before him and he began his questions. She answered them sincerely but paused to look at him when he cleared his throat. "Answer this faithfully," he commanded. She nodded. "Are you married or into any sort of relationship?" He asked,looking straight into her eyes. "Is that part of the interview..... Sir?" "You're going to be my P. A,so I need to know you're going to be chanced anytime, any day," he said. Wow! Th
James sat in his office alone after summoning for his personal assistant. He had been in need of it for quite a while now. Not that there were no applicants that wanted to work but they were not qualified enough to his taste. His former P. A,a man of integrity and loyalty to him,suddenly resigned with the excuse that he would be abroad - based from then on. He was hurt but he had no choice and all applicants he had been interviewing after him did not have the qualification he wanted. Thus,he was happy when his brother,Peter,had told him of a person that was educated,hardworking and intelligent. Peter had suggested and assured him that the person would be no doubt qualified and fit for the position. If he were to be honest with himself, he found her tactful even though she talks too much. She was always willing to keep quiet whenever he told
He was boiling and this loquacious woman wouldn't do anything to help than her ranting. He was right after all. She suddenly kept quiet,dumbstruck. When she finally found her voice,she exclaimed, "What!" He laid on the sofa with his head up. He looked at the dummy looking before him. "I will if you don't stop talking. I'm queasy and all you can do is talking again and again," James complained with all seriousness even though he felt like laughing his heart out. Joyce said nothing other than,"I'm sorry. I was wrong. I talk too much." "I know,so quiet. I'm sure the staff are all gone. I need silence, okay? And find something to reduce this boiling body of mine cause I don't want to go to the hospital," he said and Joyce scampered out of the room, leaving him speechless. He couldn't shout so he let her be. It took her a while to
Felicia and her husband were so excited to see their daughter. They hugged her and asked her what had kept her from coming home on time. James explained to them and apologized,excluding some details that couldn't be mentioned like how their daughter lay on him all in the name of ghosts. Felicia and Donald were relieved after the explanation but refused to let James go home for it was very late. Past eleven. They locked the entrance and exit door and took the keys with them inside. James sat beside Joyce who was not looking herself but ignored it. "Your parents are something, Joyce," he commented and smiled. "I'm sorry for that," she replied sadly and silently. Now,he didn't understand her sudden attitude toward him and he needed to know. "Hey,what's with this I'm sorry? It's getting too much,"
"I'm sorry,sir,but we were just talking. Nothing is wrong," Kristine lied.James nodded but didn't believe a word she said. He threatened her with her job if he found out she was lying to him and went to his office. Joyce didn't follow him. She stayed behind. It would be better if she avoid being questioned. At least,for now."He did not mean that," Joyce assured her friend who was obviously scared."I pray so," Kristine hopefully said.Joyce thanked her and went straight to her office. She started to pace her office with her index finger in her mouth. She wondered what could be wrong for a man to have a female as his assistant. They were not doing anything wrong. She couldn't understand why the person who spread the rumour did. She pondered and kept pondering.Peter Andrew went into his brother's office and was welcomed by a broad smile plastered on his face. He had noticed,as he entered the building, that something was wrong as some works were whispering somethi
Mr and Mrs Andrew invited all their sons and families to their house. The house was filled with people and children calling and shouting 'Grandma,grandpa' which made Mrs Andrew so happy. The large family sat in their living room ,chatting and laughing. They were indeed happy. The children ran around the living room while playing. "Oh,I am blessed," Mrs Andrew would say when any if the children run to her. She suddenly shifted her gaze from the children to where James was seating beside Leah,Paul's wife,smiling at their conversation. "I want more children, James," James' mother suddenly declared. "Mum,don't start,please," James pleaded knowing what his mother was implying. "Don't start what? You're even sitting beside your brother's wife. Leah,come here," his mother ordered a
On Thursday evening, after closing hour,James took Joyce home to inform her parents of their plans for the weekend and how long she would stay at his parents' house. After much hesitation and persuasion, they allowed her to go but not before warning James against any harm befalling their daughter. He assured them and told them their daughter was in safe hands. He promised to take care of her till their return. They were to leave the following evening, so she was told to get her things ready for their departure. After closing on Friday evening, James took Joyce home to get her few things and get her dressed for the evening. They bid her parents goodbyes after so much hug as if she was leaving Nigeria for a long time. To say his parents house was large would be nothing but an understatement. The compound alone is enough to b
James got to his car and opened the door for his fiancee to alight. That was what they had planned that morning when Annabelle had uninvitedly visit her house to apologize and explain the reasons behind her actions.Joyce had found out that her story of being sexually molested by her uncle was true and Vivian had used that as her first weapon, promising to help her fly out of the country if she would obey her."I really hesitated at first because I knew it was wrong and because you were so nice to me, but my desperation to escape from my uncle got the best of me and I had no choice but to do it, especially after Vivian told me that she was initially with Mister James before you ruined it,"Annabelle had explained earlier that morning.Joyce did not seem shocked after hearing her explanation that morning. She was only disappointed in her. But she understood her. She had her reasons, just that her way of making things right
James brought Joyce and her mother home after leaving the police station. The DPO had sent some of his men to Vivian's address that he had given to have her arrested.But, throughout their ride in the car, Joyce did not say a word, nor did she even glance at him once from where she was sitting beside him. He was the one stealing glances and yearning for her to meet his eyes and that was quite torturing for him. She had changed and he hoped that the reason should just be that she was stressed out and not because she had gotten tired of him.He didn't want that. He never did.He parked in their front porch and alighted to help Joyce out of the car. Her mother joined them, holding Joyce's other hand and started walking her in. She was too weak to be able to walk on her own."Sorry, my dear," Felicia said as she opened the front door for them to go inside."Oh, dear! You got me s
In no time,they were in DPO's office and James had questioned him as to the reason he had Joyce arrested when he had clearly stated that he had no intention of pursuing the case.The officer smiled a little at James' reaction. "Sir, you know it is actually impossible for us to take such step without prior permission," he explained."Then, who gave you the permission?" James was curious. He knew the only people who could give suslch permission was his family,but who exactly was it?"Your mother came here and inform me that you changed your mind about the case and that you wanted the culprit to face the wrath of the law," the police man expounded.James placed his elbows on the desk before him and buried his face in his palms. How could his mother do that? What had even gotten into her? For as much as she knew,she really loved Joyce as her own child. But why would that change all of a sudden? He trie
James was almost at his mother's house when his phone started ringing. He looked at the screen and saw that it was Joyce's mother calling him. What could be wrong? She had never called him ever since the incident happened. Not for once. He feared something might have happened to Joyce, so he quickly answered the call and greeted.The woman did not answer his greeting but went directly to her reason for calling her. One should not heat around the bush in cases like hers or it would be dangerous. "I beg of you, my dear, let Joyce be released from the police's custody. She knew absolutely nothing about the money," she was in tears and that was noticeable through her voice.James felt shivers ran down his spine. What was she talking about? Joyce? In police's custody? How? When?He swerved to the side of the road, halting the car with the ignition on. "What!" That was the only word that had the courage to leave his mouth despite all the
James glared at her as they got into the compound. He was furious. He had actually not expected that of Vivian. He was aware that she did not seem to like Joyce with reasons that are vague to him, but she should not have blurted it out like that. It was an embarrassment to him and would definitely tarnish Joyce's reputation with his workers. He did not want that.Vivian could only give an evil smile as she folded her arms and watched his actions. Exactly what she wanted, to make him mad.She loved seeing him in such a state. She knew he was trying to tell her something with the way he opened his mouth and closed them back. He seemed too angry to say anything, so she decided to help him out. "Are you perhaps wondering how I got to know about it?"James narrowed his eyes at her. That was not exactly what she was pondering on, but it would not be so bad to know where she got the news from. "Yeah?" No one knew about the issue
James was in his office for the first time in weeks. He needed to go if he did not want his company to liquidate. He had to monitor the business going on in the company or he was going to lose a whole lot.Things had not been very easy for him. He had not been doing well and the sadness within him was boldly written on his face. Anyone could see that he had not been his usual self. Most of his employees had been asking him what was wrong with him and all he could tell them was that he fell sick. That was not a lie actually, and it was definitely not the truth as well. But he could not just be explaining everything that happened to them. That was his personal life and problem.He managed to finish some paperworks at work and gave the rest up till the following day. He had piles of files to go through. How he wished Joyce was still with him! Those contracts would take her not more than a day to review,which would make it easier for him to
What was her mother talking about? Preg –what? Was that how easy it was to conceive? It was not a bad news, but nor was it a good news, too. How perfect would it be if she could share the news with James! He did not even pick her calls nor call back anymore. Perhaps, he was still angry. He might have totally forgotten about her.But, it could be true. She had not seen her period that month, but she had been too bothered to notice.A tear escaped from one of her eyes and like a flash of lightning, she moved her palm and wiped the stubborn stroke of tear away from her cheek. She should not get too emotional, but how could that be possible when she had no happiness?What was it that she did wrong to deserve the suffering she was having now? She would not mind if she had to apologize to anyone to regain her joy. Just mention who."What did you say, mum?" It was possible for her to actually be ove
Joyce rushed outside her room to the bathroom to puke. She had been ill and had been having morning sickness for a few days now. She had been feeling very weak and lazy to even wash to even wash the dishes.She opened the tap and rinsed her mouth a few times. She placed her hands on the zinc and sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. "I need to get myself treated for malaria," she muttered to herself as she closed her eyes briefly. She heard someone cleared their throat behind her, so she looked at the entrance beside her and saw her mother watching her in some kind of way. She could not decipher what the look meant, so she raised a brow, indirectly asking her mother what the problem was and why she was staring, more like glaring at her.Instead of replying, Felicia moved closer to her and soothingly rubbed her daughter's belly, hoping she would get the hint of what she was trying to relay to her. But unfortunately, Joyce looked
It had been a week since the kidnapping of Joyce's parents and Annabelle was just going back to Vivian's house after buying herself a dinner.Vivian had promised to take her out of the country the following week and she had been very excited about that. She literally bounced her way back home as she lingered on the thought of what she could do when she got abroad. Her thoughts strayed to the suffering and molestation she had experienced in her Uncle's house.His Uncle never allowed her to leave the house. He would lock the door with her inside whenever he was going to work and come inside her room to sexually harass herwhen he got back. She had been so helpless at the time, and that was why she had not hesitated to live with Vivian when she had suggested it.She could almost not believe that she would be running away from him forever. Her plan was to travel out of the country and never come back to Nigeria since she had