Three

Few minutes after she showered, she saw Skype walking round the front door and then she went downstairs to open it.

'Where did you go girl?' She asked her. 

Skype just shake her head and whimpered.

'Alright.'

'You know, you should let that dog go out a bit, a run or something.' She heard her sister as she walked through the hall.

'I do that.'

'Oh okay!' She said before entering her room; the room Amber had reserved for her.

'Alright, good night, Skype.' She stroke her dog and kissed her before walking upstairs to Jessie's room.

'Amber, do you think I can get a job in the company, I love painting, I do but is it a bad thing to try other things?'

Amber sat on her bed. Her father had insisted she get a job, to have something to fall back on, that painting was just a hobby but he didn't need to convince Jessie of the point he was making because Jessie would say proudly that painting was her source of livelihood. 'Of course not, you can be good at things, besides it will be good for a resume.'

'I don't think artists needed resumes.' She said brushing her hair.

'In receptions which is inevitable, I am sure they do and I am doing you a favor.' Letting her work in her company, was great.

She smiled. 'Thank you, Ms Amber Pade, I promise not to fail you.' She did a small ridiculous bow, making Amber smile.

'You should save that promise for when you get the job.'

Jessie drop her brush and climbed onto her bed. 'Of course, I will get the job, the CEO is my twin sister....' She immediately paused, her mouth opened.

'What?'

'Am. I got a crazy idea.'

Amber waited, her ears hanging, when she knew this was going to be bad. Whenever Jessie called her Am something is definitely going to go wrong. A very bad idea.

'Let's me go in place of you. See how good I am in handling the job, the people..... Amber isn't it.......'

She shook her head. She wasn't going to let her entire staff think Jessie is the CEO; and it always didn't end well for them. 'It is crazy goofy idea, Jess. I am not hiring you as a stand in. You are going to work but as something else.' Amber told her simple and clear.

'What, like what?' 

'Wait until morning.' Actually there was no vacancy and she couldn't just fire anyone just to get a spot for her sister, but by morning, she would know what to do, before they get to the company.

She grumbles and falls back to her bed, before picking up her phone.

'Jessie, would it be crazy, if I told you......' She paused. Everyone in the family liked his competency but he was just ....so .....

'What?' Jessie was slightly distracted. 'Why isn't he answering my messages?'

'Who isn't answering your messages?' Amber interested.

'Somebody. What were you saying?' Still not looking at her.

'Could it be crazy, if I told you I think I saw Nicholas at the airport.'

Her sister's face raised up to look at her second identical face inches from her but only reading confusion.

'Nicholas Mitchell?' Your Nick?' Excitement was loud enough to her give chills.

She felt his name was too loud in her ears that She had to block them. 'Stop yelling, Jess.' Jessie have always been fond of Nicholas, she was his biggest fan. She liked him because he was simple.....yet strangely complicated. She some times wondered why he allowed her fall in love with him and not Jessie. They would have made a fine couple.....and maybe that would have left her heartbroken for while. She sometimes wondered if Jessie ever loved him....ever. The only time, they fell for the same guy was in high school and the boy had chosen her sister because she was more fun. But did she and Nick ever.......

She sighed, she wasn't ready to find out and besides, she didn't care.

'Am, we are the only ones in this house, who cares.....' She said smiling profusely until she paused and looked at her phone before facing her sister. 'You said think?'

'What you mean think?'

Amber explained everything that happened at the airport to her sister.

'Maybe he wasn't the one.' Jessie said finally after the story.

'I don't think he was the one.'

Jessie looked at her, seriously this time, that Amber wondered if she had anything on her face, before she had time to ask.

'What if he was the one, Amber? What if he was standing right there? What would you have done?'

She haven't thought about it like that. But if.....if he had been the one; she wouldn't have cared. Would she?

'I don't care. We are separated. I shouldn't care, right?' She said, her feelings in doubt.

Her sister sighed. 'Amber, separation doesn't mean you are divorced yet.'

That is just because he had disappeared after he left the house and there was no way she could find him to sign the papers.

'And you still haven't forgotten about him.'

'Come on.' She has actually.

'No, you haven't.' Her sister disagree.

'Yes, I have.'

'How do you explain why you allowed his sister to work in your office?'

She thought for a while. She has nothing to do with them and besides she knew her personally. 'She has a good resume.'

'Why do you still live here, in the same house, he designed for you guys?'

Did she forget to mention; Nick is a great architect, among many other talents he had, he had Amazing designs and he made sure he had the right one before they began building.

'It is my house too, I paid for it.' And she loved this house. It was home.

She saw her sister nod her head. 'How do you explain Skype going to the garden every night.'

She did that whenever he was around but ever since he left, she closed both the front and the back door and Skype had understood things were not going to be the same. 

'She is indoors now.'

'How do you explain why you still think he is close by?' 

How? Nick has that quality that can not be missed. 'He has that Aura of a god......he draws attention.' Maybe she just feel he is close by. Whenever he was; the hair on her arms stand, she suddenly feel a bit chilly and a crazy sensation in her stomach.

Maybe this was bad. It's been a year, she should have forgotten him by now, besides she was the one who drove him to leave and he couldn't just come back like that.

Hello, Amber.....You aren't his personal assistant that needs to know his every schedule, he can go as he pleases.

god? Attention? 'He draws attention but wait......Didn't you say, he had no insurance.'

She sighed, waking up from memories. He worked two jobs, week days and weekends, office job during the week and a Waiter during the weekend and half of the money he earned was on his mother's hospital bills and sister's school fees.

'How did he get the money for the house?'

'He asked for a loan.'

Jessie shifted to her. 'I thought you said he was well-off, he is well-built, dashing and impressively clothed. I don't understand.' Jessie was not always around for catch ups on her life, so the gist came to her bit by bit.

She didn't understand why they got married in the first place, either. 'He is okay, but we ran out of money.'

Jessie didn't believe her ears. 'You chickened out?' 

'He pushed me, we said somethings, he said somethings......then we both chickened out.' She said defensively.

Jessie knew she couldn't judge knowing her relationship wasn't any better and she hadn't heard the two parties to make a valved judgement, not like it was needed.

She sighed as she tucked her hair behind her ear. 

'So, you don't love him anymore?' It was question, she hoped the right answer waited to accompany it.

Amber nod her head. She had moved on. Anthony mention of him, just made her go back to how things was when he was around but she had moved on, she had someone right now. 'No, I don't love him.'

Jessie nodded but she wasn't completely satisfied with her sister's answer. 'Then you don't have to worry, whenever you see him, give him the divorce papers act like you don't care. He will not take it lightly.'

She nod, she would do exactly that to get rid of Nicholas Mitchell in her head. She stood up and turned facing her sister.

She remembered the messages. 'Are you sure you don't want to talk to me about that message, Jess?' She said with a smile.

After talking to her sister, she always feel lightheaded, sometimes it was almost like she was talking to herself.

'Not today, Amber. When do we leave for the office?'

'7:30.' She said before she walked out, leaving her sister to rest for the night.

When she got to her room, she didn't sleep immediately; she looked round the room, that used to be his and hers. After staying here for a year, their fight started. Maybe she shouldn't have insisted on keeping the house, maybe she should have lived somewhere else and that would have been intimidation on her part. Because he married her, didn't mean he could always act all high and mighty and that was why she insisted on her house.....she didn't care, he should get a new house, rent a place, live there.....this was her dream house and she was not going to allow anyone to take it from her.

Her eyes finally closed at 12:00am.