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 politician’s plight and what was driving the desperate action he was prepared to take.
“I need someone to curtail her shenanigans. I need someone to keep an eye on her, to keep her in check. What I need you to do is first pretend to be her fiancé and then progress to wed her.”
Again, Duke proceeded to clarify his proposal. “I mean, a fake wedding and marital life.”
He waited a moment to allow his words to sink in. He knew that his proposal was a tough one and understood the need to allow the young man time to process and assimilate things.
“I assure you that I am going to pay you handsomely for this deal.”
“Sir, how is this deal going to help your political aspirations?”
“Well, it will give the media something positive to talk about my daughter. Marriage is something that inspires respect and brings responsibility. I mean, it makes a man and a woman look responsible, especially in the eyes of society. I am sure that you know that already. Don’t you?”
Duke did not bother to ask if the man was single or not. He believed that if he was in a relationship, he would mention it sooner or later.
“I understand your point,” Dominic responded still pondering over Duke’s proposal.
“Great. So, are you up for this deal?”
“How long is it going to last?”
“Just until the political wave dies down. I mean, from the campaign period to the elections proper and after a winner emerges. You know, until the elections are over. That should be in about eleven months.”
Dominic sighed thoughtfully as he tried to wrap his head around the situation. He did not even know why he was there listening to this outrageous proposal.
Was he being sympathetic to the politician or what? He wasn’t even one who cared about politics. So, he didn’t know why he was still there trying to assimilate Duke’s proposal.
If as a joke, someone had suggested that such an absurd proposal would be made to him, he would have been clear about his reaction. His reaction would be to immediately politely decline the offer and walk away. But here he was, seemingly indulging the man.
“I understand that this is a tough deal,” Duke said as though reading his mind. “That’s why I will give you some days to think about it. How many days do you think will enable you to think?”
“To be frank with you sir, a proposal like this is so overwhelming that no precise time is coming to me.”
Duke smiled with understanding. He could put himself in the young man’s shoes and didn’t see himself being able to make a decision anytime soon. And that was if he didn’t even reject the absurd proposal right away. He considered himself lucky since the guy was listening to him.
“Then let’s go with three days,” he suggested. “And I want to assure you that there is absolutely no pressure. But seeing how I like you already, it would be an honor if you accept this contract. Because what I need sincerely is your help.”
Duke’s humble and plea-rendered words resonated with Dominic in a heartfelt way. Still, he kept his body language stoic and unreadable, knowing that his proposal was a sensitive one.
Committing to such a deal without thinking would be foolishness and he was not stupid.
“Three days would be fine.” He said.
“Great. Here is my card.” Duke retrieved his business card and handed it to him. “So should I be expecting your response in the set time?”
“Sure,” Dominic confirmed.
“Okay.”
Dominic watched him press buttons on his phone for a while and seconds later, he received an alert on his phone. Upon checking, he saw that Duke had paid him handsomely for the day.
He looked at Duke. “Wow, that was way beyond what my service for the day was worth.” He said. “I am grateful, Sir.”
“The pleasure is all mine.”
“Sir, please I need you to understand that this will not be my motivation depending on whatever my response turns out to be.” Dominic clarified.
Duke chuckled. “I was not expecting it to be. Don’t worry, it is not a bribe. Your service was smooth and enjoyable.”
“Thank you.”
“Shall we?” Duke rose to his feet and Dominic did the same.
Both men almost matched heights at around six feet but Dominic was slightly taller at six foot one.
“You’re tall,” Duke commented.
“As you are too, sir,” Dominic responded, making the man laugh as they both walked out of the restaurant, somewhat like friends who had known each other for longer.
***
That night, as Duke shared coffee with his wife in bed, they discussed his choice for Andra, and Carla was appalled.
“I can’t believe that you solicited the services of a taxi driver.”
“An uber driver.”
“Same thing.”
“A responsible and intelligent uber driver.” Duke corrected. “And handsome too. He is even taller than I am.” Duke sounded pleased with himself.
Carla could see that Duke was already taken with the man he had chosen for Andra.
Although she had always trusted his judgment, this one did not sit too well with her. Yes, Andra had never been nice to her but she still felt concerned. The girl was still her stepdaughter after all.
“Darling, I remember I mentioned that I will do my research and get someone. Why didn’t you even wait? Now you’ve selected a taxi driver and you’re branding him as responsible. What is responsible about him?”
“Don’t you trust my judgment anymore?”
“Not this time, I’m afraid. I mean, have you thought about Andra’s reaction when she finds out you’re setting her up with a taxi driver?”
“Whatever the case, don’t forget that this is for the media. It is not going to be a real marriage or anything. Even if I had found a doctor or lawyer or whatever, this is still a make-believe. All I need now is for the young man to accept this deal. That is my prior concern right now.”
“That young man does not stand a chance.” Carla declared.
“Don’t judge him by his profession.”
“I will get you someone better.” She offered to try to get him to change his mind.
“Fine. Get your candidate. But we will only talk about your candidate if the one I’m hoping for does not contact me or accept the proposal.”
“Anyway, for Andra’s sake, I sincerely pray that he does not contact you,” Carla said, still expressing her disapproval. “And even though he does, may it be to reject the proposal.”
“I reject that prayer of yours.” Duke refuted.
She shrugged. “I don’t even know why we are having this conversation.” She said. “Andra will never agree to this.”
Duke’s fixed gaze on Carla was resolute.
“It is not her call, but mine.” He declared.
Carla raised her hand in surrender. “Fine. As you wish.”
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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
A few minutes later, Molly smiled as she stared at Andra who was standing before the mirror, hooked on her reflection. She had just finished plaiting Andra’s hair into a quick long braid as she didn’t have much time before she would have to rejoin Dominic in the car. Andra was now in a black evening dress with red mid-heel sandals. She looked stunning and was wearing vibrant red lipstick to go with her red shoes. “You look simple and outstanding.” “I agree. Thank you.” “You look like a lady.” “Oh, please.” “Hmm. Dominic will be uh…affected.” “Don’t even go there.” “Yeah. Pardon me. I forgot that this is simply business.” “Exactly. This is just business. Which is why I hate that I have to be forced to dress like this. You don’t know how much I hate him. I mean, he is just a taxi driver and is so full of himself. I can’t stand him.” “Hmm. I think he’s a real man. Fearless regardless of his status.” Andra glared at her. “As I said, you are always saying the wrong things.” The
Dominic and Andra continued their meal in silence, each lost in their thoughts.Andra decided that he was right. They had to play their part. She couldn’t wait to hand him her rules.Dominic was glad she was quiet now. He was getting fed up with her shenanigans, but then he had signed up for the job and he had every intention of seeing it through to the end.***Inside an opulent living room, a wealthy-looking aristocratic woman in her sixties was looking at the portrait of Dominic and his comrades in an army uniform.There was a forlorn expression on her face and she dialed his number on her phone.“Mum, hi.” His voice came through.“When are you getting married, son?”Dominic groaned with exasperation. “Oh, mum, not again.” He complained but she didn’t care.“I want my grandchildren.” She declared.“Don’t start, mum.”“Can’t you pity your parents? Some of our mates are already carrying their grandchildren.”“Thank God you said ‘some’ mum.”“Oh please.”“Mum, I will get married in du