Duke and Carla were riding in the back seat of their SUV. The driver drove smoothly along the streets around their residential area as he navigated the vehicle toward one of the main city roads.
They passed by a billboard that featured Duke’s campaign poster. Across the road was his opponent’s campaign poster.
Duke eyed both posters and sighed. “She is going to ruin my career.” He bitterly lamented.
“I am beginning to see things the way you do,” Carla confessed as their vehicle progressed further.
“I’m glad to hear that, Sweetheart,” Duke replied. “Anyway, I have been wondering where I can quickly find a young man who can be able to handle Andra. I mean, from what profession? Perhaps a uniformed person? Because he needs to be strong.”
“Certainly, he needs to be.” Carla agreed.
“Exactly. Perhaps a military man, air force, navy, or a cop.”
“I agree that’s where you can find tough and disciplined guys, because of their training but you will agree with me that toughness can also do with personality. My army uncle is the gentlest man I know. Some of his friends are the same way.”
Duke considered her point for a moment and saw sense in what she was saying. “That’s true.” He acknowledged. “That means we have to broaden our options.”
“Exactly. So, we can look at an engineer as well.”
“Engineer sounds better than a doctor. Doctors’ profession mostly influences them to be cool. That’s not good for Andra at all.”
“You have a point. We don’t need anyone she can just walk all over.”
“But like you earlier pointed out, it has to do with personality, so we cannot be closed-minded.”
“I agree.”
The couple was silent in their thoughts for a while.
“Have you thought of anyone?” Duke asked. “I’m serious about this.”
“I will have to do some research too.” She said and they both gasped as the car jerked and slowed down with random jerks.
The driver managed to move the car to the nearest curb before the car stopped moving.
“What is wrong?” Duke asked the driver.
“I don’t know Sir. We will need the mechanic.”
“I cannot be late for my meeting.”
Carla picked up her phone. “I will call him.” She said, dialing the mechanic’s number. As soon as he received the call, she explained their situation and described their location.
Duke was pressing buttons on his phone by the time she was done with the arrangement. “I have contacted an uber.” He informed her. “He should be here soon.”
“Okay, that’s good.”
“Hopefully, he won’t waste time.”
“You know they barely do. Don’t worry.” Carla encouraged him.
They waited in silence for a while and soon enough, a neat dark grey car showed up behind them and parked by the curb. A horn from the car called to them and Duke informed Carla it was the ride he was expecting.
“Okay.” She said.
“Let’s go.”
Carla hesitated. “Why don’t I wait here for the mechanic and supervise things.” She suggested.
“The driver can do that on his own.”
“The truth is, I will rather be here. You know how I find your political meetings boring. No offense, Honey.”
“None taken.” He replied, smiling as she gently patted him on the shoulder.
“We will come and get you when you’re ready.”
“Fine. I understand. See you later, and thanks.” He kissed her cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Duke left them and walked over to the waiting uber. Once he got inside, he was impressed by the neat vehicle and the sweet aroma of the air freshener.
“Good morning, Sir,” The uber driver greeted him politely.
“Good morning,” Duke responded, impressed with his manners and he was more impressed by the user’s appearance.
He was a young man, probably in his late twenties. He was wearing a pristine white shirt, but Duke could not see the rest of his outfit since he was seated. But Duke could tell that he was tall and looked athletic with a handsome face that even fellow men would envy.
The reason such guys are envied by fellow men was that it was understood that such guys would easily get all the girls.
Duke hoped the young man was single. He didn’t want to ruin anybody’s romantic relationship. He also hoped the young man was as tough as he looked, despite his polite manners. This was because he believed he just may have found the right man to marry that stubborn daughter of his. He knew that it was too early to hope but he chose to be hopeful.
He knew that Andra probably thought he was not serious about his threat this time. She thought she would continue to make his life a living hell. Well, he could not wait to shock her. He managed to hide a self-satisfied smile. He could not afford to count his chickens before the hatching of the eggs. First, he had to get to know the young man who he was hoping would be able to handle Andra so he could concentrate on his career.
The driver started the car and hit the road.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll be needing your services all day,” Duke told him.
“That is fine by me, Sir.” He replied. “In that case, I will suggest that we do this offline to save cost.”
Duke smiled, enthralled with the guy already. He fervently hoped the man was single. “Thank you.” He said.
“You’re welcome.”
Duke’s thoughts were momentarily distracted by the heat starting to flood his system. He checked the windows and saw that they were open.
“Is something wrong with your air conditioner?” he inquired.
“No sir. It’s just that I am yet to fill up the gas.”
“Well, you have to do that now, because I cannot bear this heat.”
“Um…I will have to do that later after I receive your payment, sir.
Duke liked that the man was direct. Most times, the such characteristic was found in straightforward people. And straightforward hinted at dependability, a rare trait among people.
“Don’t worry about that part. I will cover the cost.” Duke offered.
“Oh, thank you, but no.” he politely declined Duke’s offer.
“I insist.”
“No, please, I can refill. I’ll just have to do it after I drop you off. By the time I’m coming to pick you up, it will be done.”
Duke nodded. Again, the guy had just scored another positive point with him. Duke was sure the man was not the type to be easily pushed around. This was indeed the right man for Andra. He resisted the urge to snigger with triumph. He just had to get to know the man and make his offer as soon as possible. Andra won’t see it coming. He would show her that he was the parent and not the other way around.
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“Fine,” Duke replied. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome, Sir.” For the first time, Duke noticed his polished accent. The driver did not sound like an averagely educated person. He sounded well-educated and Duke could perceive an air of confidence oozing out of the young man. Duke often found that impression to be true about persons who are well-traveled or perhaps schooled outside the country. And in Auckland, only the wealthy could afford to school abroad. The only other persons who were opportune to school abroad were those who happened to be favored with private or government scholarships. “I hardly find people who sound well educated doing the job that you do,” Duke commented observantly. “Why do you assume that I am well educated, Sir?” “You speak well. You have a poised demeanor that is barely found in the uh…streets so to speak.” “Oh, thank you.” The young man replied without commenting on Duke’s words. Duke saw this as intelligence. The man was not ready to yap about his life
Duke continued presenting his desire to Dominic. To him, it was now or never. “I need you to fake an open proposal to her. This has to be done publicly.” “But what is your reason for this uh…unusual request?” Dominic was still shocked. “Because my daughter is out of control.” Duke didn’t see any point in mincing words. The guy had to know what was needed to know. “She is wild and badly behaved. And trust me, it is not because I have been a bad parent. It is just how she has turned out. And the sort of wayward behavior she constantly exhibits is a threat to my political goals. People no longer judge me by my personality. They are starting to judge me for her disgraceful behavior. If I don’t do something about it, I will lose my chances at becoming the mayor of Auckland just because I have an unruly daughter despite my good intentions and plans for this city.” Dominic folded his arms and continued listening to Duke. He was still shocked but gradually he was starting to understand the
The morning was bright and sunny with white fluffy clouds drifting across the sky. In Andras’s home, she was playing a platform game on her laptop in the living room. A knock sounded at the door but she was not ready to attend to whoever was there. She was wearing a beanie over her hair which she had braided into a single strand. Her oversized t-shirt flowed over her mid-thigh shorts, making it look like a t-shirt was all she had on. Her cousin passed by with a drink in her hand. “There is no difference between you and a boy.” She commented teasingly. “Leave me alone.” Andra retorted, ignoring Molly who went her way, letting her be. Andra heard the knock again, firm, in the classic three-knuckle given pounds. She fleetingly wondered who was out there. She was already engrossed in the game and didn’t see herself pausing or being distracted so she could keep her character in the game, alive. The knock sounded again, offending her. She groaned with impatience and continued with the
Dominic relaxed and waited. He let his eyes observe the sitting room. It was affluent without being extravagant. For a man of Duke’s caliber, it was decent. He had seen more lavish homes of politicians and top business owners. That could mean that Duke was probably not as vain as many politicians. Andra returned and sat down with her laptop. She ignored his expectant gaze and fiddled with her laptop. “I’m expecting feedback.” She heard him say in that unnerving clipped tone of his. She gave him her attention and rolled her eyes. Her heart froze as he narrowed his eyes disapprovingly at her. “I’m expecting feedback.” Dominic repeated. He could barely stand her but then, he had been forewarned. “He will be with you shortly.” She replied haughtily and focused on her laptop. “Why are you staring at me again?” he asked, forcing her gaze back to his. “I wasn’t.” she denied hotly. “You have been staring at me like someone who has not seen an attractive man before.” Her cheeks flushe
Andra stared at her father in shock. She could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth. If Dominic was not there, present, she would not have even tried to comprehend what he was saying. She could feel her heart jumping, pounding against her chest. “This has got to be a joke, right?” “I mean every word I’ve said,” Duke replied decisively. “Like I’ve said time and time again, you are going to ruin my chances in this forthcoming election with your reckless and wayward lifestyle if I don’t do something about it. I told you that I will take drastic action. This is it.” Andra’s heart fluttered with fear as she considered the seriousness of the situation. “So, you’re forcing me into a fake arranged marriage with a stranger just to save your career?” Andra was appalled. “It will give the media something positive to write about this family.” Andra’s expression turned stony with fury. “Daddy, this will not happen.” She protested. Her father was unaffected by her demeanor but c
Andra tried, but she could not picture herself looking for a job. She could not picture herself losing her inheritance. She didn’t know how to hustle. She had never tried and she was not about to try. If her father disowned her, she was finished. She would not be able to party because there would be no money. Neither will there be a car. She would be done for. She thought about the deal and decided it was safer. At least all parties involved in the deal knew it was a fake arrangement, so she had nothing to lose. Andra wiped the tears from her eyes as her decision became firmer in her mind. “Daddy, I want my own rules in this whole bizarre arrangement.” She negotiated. “You are free to bring your rules as long as they don’t interfere with my plans.” Her eyes were glued to his and she was speechless. Duke turned his attention to Dominic. “Dominic.” He said. “Sir.” “I have a contract already prepared that the both of you will sign. You will both study it for today and we will fin
The following day in the early part of the afternoon, Andra stood outside her balcony, deep in thoughts about her current situation. She was wearing soft combat trousers and a tank top with a face cap that she wore backward. Her hair fell around her shoulders, framing her face. Now that the contract had been finalized and the deal was set for execution, she got increasingly disturbed, unable to believe what her father was subjecting her to. Well, she didn’t blame him. If she had not been dependent on him, she would have been independent by now but here she was, having no choice in the matter. Besides, she told herself, why would she have to work when she had a father who could provide all her needs? And why would she have to lose her inheritance over this matter? Molly emerged behind her and knew she was thinking about the situation as she came to stand beside her at the railing. “I told you your dad was serious.” She said. “I still cannot believe he would give me out to a strang
Moments later, Andra paced back and forth in her bedroom, furious about Dominic's SMS.How dare he think that he could tell her what to do? How dare he tell her what to do? Gosh. She didn't blame him. She blamed her father for all this.Once again, she also blamed herself for not having any means of income. She blamed herself more than her father for being dependent on him. Imagine a stranger now telling her what to do. She felt like breaking something even though she was not a violent person.She stopped pacing as Molly entered the bedroom and observed her demeanor. Molly's eyes settled on the wall clock pointedly, forcing Andra's eyes to go there as well. The time was 4:30 pm."What is it?" she snapped, turning on Molly."It's almost time.""Time for what?""Time for whatever has been keeping you pacing about in anger.""Look, I don't have a problem with keeping up appearances. But I do have a problem with being told what to do. Why would he look down on my dressing?""Andra, I thin