CHAPTER 3: AGREEMENT

Mr. Martin was chilling in the living room when the doorbell rang. He stood up and opened it. They are the visitors he has been waiting for.

“Welcome, welcome, feel free,” He chuckled as he ushered them in after greeting them.

“Wow, I love your mansion, it's so beautiful,” Carol said as she scanned her eyes around the house.

“Hahaha, is that so? We are soon to be in- laws, so hope you won't mind if I tell you it will be your home too,” Mr. Martin said as he sat down.

He unbuttoned his coat and made himself comfortable.

The son that Carol has accompanied her was acting so anxious. They had agreed about everything when Carol told her about it.

“I hope you don't mind, but we are about to a hurry, where is your daughter. I want us to finalize this agreement as early as possible,” Carol Said as she chuckled.

“Oh is that so, don't worry she is preparing herself upstairs,” Mr. Martin said.

He then beckoned to Milka who run towards him.

“Go tell Ivana to come down as soon as possible,” He murmured to Milka.

“Yes sir,” she nodded and left hurriedly, climbing the stairs, taking them two at a time.

She knocked on Ivana's door. Ivana took her eyes from the mirror and turned on the door.

“Come in,” She said.

Milka walked in and bowed with respect, “Ma'am, the boss wants you down as soon as possible the visitors have already arrived,” she informed.

“I will be there in a jiff,” She said, then turned to the mirror.

“Hold on, Milka, aah…do you know the visitors? Who are they?” Ivana asked.

“No, ma'am, I have no ideas who are they, but it's a middle-aged woman with a young man around your age or so,” Milka reported.

Ivana raised her eyebrows then smiled.

“Excuse me, ma'am,” Milka said and left.

Ivana smiled then stared in the mirror, “I hope it is not what I am thinking. Did my dad buy me these exposing dress so that the young man can notice me? Or he wants to prepare me for leadership?” she wondered.

Ivana retouched her hair then walked out of her room.

The dress had a tail that swept the floor as she walked. Ivana was forced to lift it a bit with her hand as she walked.

She arrived at the stairs and inhaled deeply, she made herself calm before she started taking the stairs.

Mr. Martin and the visitors were talking about random things when they heard mild footsteps approaching. They all turned towards the stairs subconsciously. Mr. Martin mouth was slightly open, he was amazed with his daughter's beauty. She was so beautiful and the dress, designed her figure perfectly. He was assured that the man won't turn her down and their deal will be sealed forever.

Carol touched his son's hand and pointed at Ivana. Paul, who had no interest on what they, were talking earlier, his focus was on his cellphone. He raised his head and looked at Ivana, who was descending the stairs slowly, like a bride walking down the isle. A wow escaped his mouth as he stood up, his mouth agape. He was moved by her beauty.

‘Wow, what is a beauty? I already love her,’ Paul thought.

Carol was embarrassed by her son's behavior, she wanted to pull him down so that he can sit, but couldn't.

So instead, she stood up too with a wife smile on her mouth.

“Oh my goodness, you must be Ivana,” Carol said.

Ivana smiled then looked at her dad.

“This is my daughter Ivana Venus Bombwe Martins, the sole air of my fortune companies. Paul, how do you see her?,” Mr. Martin asked.

“Huh?” Paul jolted out off his evil thoughts. “Aaah….” he cleared his throat. “She is so beautiful, so beautiful than my girlfriend!”

“Ivana, dear, why can't you have a seat?” Carol asked. She interrupted her son, so the last word was not heard.

“Sure,” Ivana said, and went and sat beside her dad.

Carol sat down and pulled Paul's hand, making him to sit down. She pinched his hand.

“Don't ruin everything here,” she murmured.

Mr. Martin cleared his throat, “This is Ivana my daughter, Ivana these are the visitors I told you about. They are here for a short time and for an important event. As you know, we have merged our company and the new CEO is now apart from this man before us; Paul Wechuli,” Mr. Martin said as Ivana shifted uncomfortably in the couch.

“I am the chairman and Mrs. Carol Wechuli is head of the board of directors….”

“Sorry to interrupt dad, but where am I involved in this? Or what is my position in the company now that you have merged?” Ivana asked.

“Don't worry, I am driving to that point. Aaah the thing is, Carol and I have merged the company, but we need to seal the agreement or rather the partnership permanently with a union,” Mr. Martin explained.

“Union? What you union? Do you want to hold a party? I am ready to organize dad, when is the party,” Ivana inquired.

Carol stared at Paul then at Ivana, lastly she locked gaze with Mr. Martin.

She was not understanding the look on Ivana's face, it seemed like it was the first time Ivana was hearing that information.

“It's not the house party you are thinking about dear…actually, the man you are seeing here…. I want you to get married to him,” Mr. Martin informed.

“Wh….what!” Ivana exclaimed. She wanted to add on something, but only gasps were heard.

Carol and her son turned to Mr Martin in amazement.