PRESENT.

"kea!" Kisha called from the front counter where she sat, to me at the back in the kitchen where I was arranging a new consignment of drinks we ordered yesterday which was brought in that very day.

"What! "was my response for I had, had enough of her lazy ass sitting garrulously around interrupting me unnecessarily whiles I do all the work around my parents establishment. Just because I never seem depleted in strength makes me not a machine. She just does not understand talks don't execute tasks rather muscles do.

Nevermind, the fool of a naive girl, of course! I do get used up ... I just never show! which I feel I should be exhibiting more often now. Apart from that, I could say; I am a workaholic ... on condition though! Kind of like a victim of circumstances thin ...g. What the deception from David's descendants can do! Occupying myself with work redirects the train of thoughts from straying to the pain. What better way to numb the strife! Besides, she gets paid just as myself regardless of the fact that we own the place. That not withstanding, I am a senior supervisor. I should be doing the sitting down! not her. Nevermind.

"Come! Come! Come!" kish called out excitedly to me again in a high spirited voice. As my head comes out the door to know why she was interrupting my work. she beckones in action for me to come closer and was like ......

"Customer!" All flashed brimming. Am like "Eheern?' meaning"So?" in a kill joy vibe with an Inquisitive agitated look. I mean we receive customers all the time so, when did a customer's arrival become a breaking news? For announcement sake! we are a catering establishment and people must come in right? However, if it is what I am thinking? Hell naaa! She dares not! Who the fuck does she think she is? Does she think she is some sort of Queen Elizabeth I should be running errands for? Even so! I refuse to be her slave. Girl better wake up from her delusion. I should be sitting down ordering her about not the other way around, in the sense that I am the owners offspring not her! and next of kin for recognition sake! My hands are already full for crying out loud ... dumb ass.' I had rattled off in my head.'

"Look! Over there! Over there !" she said like a child who had been handed sweets falling back on the high bar stool she glued her lazy butts to, using the counter as a brace making ample room for me to see a guy not too far off sitting at the end of the eatery in the corner looking through our menu.

"My sister hurry it up, I have unfinished business I must go complete. What are we looking at here?" Was my pissed counter back needing her to be snappy. Yes, there was a customer and he is looking through our menu as he rightly should and she should be getting ready to go take his orders to the kitchen to be served then she delivers back to him on his table. So what did she need my attention for. I presumed inwardly remaining in my edgy demeanor not expecting what was coming next.

"Your last chance! "she pushed back curtly.

"At what? " I inquired in confusion with utmost attention readjusting myself comfortably for I didn't know what a customer had to do with any last chance in our business or with me. We were not biding anything or even running a promo for that matter. she had my full interest now in anticipation without knowing what hit I was about to take after.

"Owning a man! Of course!" Kisha stated bluntly.

'No! She didn't! Darn! I got sucker punched.'was my next line of thoughts but of course! she did. Oh! She robbed it in. And she did so far deep plus hard; I was bleeding.

"Say what?" I asked for reaffirmation not because I didn't hear her but because she had touched an essential nerve vocally which made me uncertain what just protruded her loose lips, it missed my sense of hearing somehow due to impact. And instead of explaining to redeem herself for over stepping? she chose to sell the guy pretty to me.

"I mean check the height." She began and I was also like "Did I see him when he arrived?" in my mind with an eye roll. Then she added to her opening sentence"Even when he is seated." Well yeah! we guessed right ... I jumped before the cart . "Just take a look at those fatless thighs in those jeans hugging his legs like a second skin baring all the essentials. He is wholesomely endowed in the valley of valleys as we can see." she says trying to implicate me in her treachery after insulting me. "no way! lady. "I interrupted. "there is nothing like 'We' here. It's only you! All on you!" I pointed. "And don't tell me you are looking between his you know ... legs and that's what you particularly insinuating? please exhibit some class."I commented unbelievably. Yet will she not slow it down, she continued her lengthy marketing spiel all in the attempt for me to agree for a hook up. "Abs at perfect best trailing down his V-line unlike any pot belly old man." she described in intricacy shamelessly to the extent of making comparison to my irk. And yes from what he wore one could see what she verbally sketched. Truly she did him no offense but correct justice yet it was none of my business. For the trauma I had been through was enough to make me indifferently hardened towards the physical or the opposite sex interest. Outer looks didn't impress me anymore not that it did initially anyway. In all sincerity, yes! I mean it; I am not biased and could never be, he was a spec but that didn't prevent me from registering my displeasure at kisha's unruly behavior.