Chapter Eight

Nobody told me to gently get my hand off the fridge.

" I'm not gonna stay here and exchange words with you but I will tell you one thing: you better withdraw that lawsuit and drop those charges, or else....", I held myself from going further. It will be too bad if I don't get to carry out any threat I make so not making it in the first place seems safer.

" Or else what?", he asked, his eyes piercing mine, staring emotionlessly into mine, " you and I know you can't do shit, so quit being so childish".

He knew what he was doing.

Hazel Mcman: CEO of IC corporations gets tried for sexual assault - that seemed like a very interesting news headline and that was what he was trying to create. I didn't want to think about what would happen if things should get to that level; our sales will automatically drop, our stock exchange would plummet, our investors will withdraw, it was a whole lot, and just thinking about it gave me the chills.

He pushed me out of his way with his shoulder and left the house. The ignition sound of his little red car was heard almost immediately, as if he had teleported into the car and he was driving out of the house, leaving me and Basil stunned - Basil was more stunned.

" Well, you really have to find a way to resolve that issue, and I advise you try being diplomatic, not dictated", he said, going through his iPad.

" And that thing seems to you like a civilized human being? He's clearly not, not an ounce of modesty is in him, I don't know if he was raised by apes instead of humans, even apes are probably more civilized than he will ever be", I was saying and pacing up and down. I knew very much that I was being dramatic and too much; even ranting like a dog in heat, but I just couldn't help it, not with a living devil like Hunter.

" Complaining about things would not solve any problem; you taught me that and here you are going on and on about your husband", Basil said and I couldn't help but hiss. It was clearly evident that he was turning me into something that I'm not, clearly making me lose my mind, " well, there's no time for that. We are already late for the Representative meeting, I'll fill you in on your schedule on our way", he took my briefcase and headed to the garage.

I couldn't remember how many times I sighed and hissed but the representative of the technology department, Mr Thompson, told me that it was Twenty-nine times during the meeting; one would think about how many times I did it outside the meeting.

I scanned through different documents that needed to be signed; treaty with convenience stores, feasibility study of products and analysis for production, new schemes for scholarship programs but a few to mention. I usually made sure that I went through each document before blessings it with a scribble that people refer to as a signature.

A knock came on the door and Mrs Yang walked in. Her hair was tied into a tight bun as traces of grey hair aligned with her red hair. Her apron was smartly worn above her flora patterned shirt and blue skirt, and her feet was protected by a comfy red Crocs. She normally wore her " out of a date" shoes or her large heeled " I trended in the 90's " shoes each time she came to work. I had observed her for three years to know so well about that.

" Good morning sir", she greeted as she closed the door behind her, " here's your coffee", she placed the cup of coffee on my desk, being polite enough to not further distract me. She brought out a rag from her apron and ventured to the shelf in my office. She dusted off some books with precision, her wrinkled face showing physical expertise in her field, and most importantly, she didn't set a storm of dust particles into the air.

" Is something wrong sir?"

I raised my head to find her right in front of my desk, her head tilted in concern as she blinked obliviously.

" Um.............why do you ask?"

" Because sir, you have been sighing ever since I walked into the room, and look", pointing at the document I was working on, " you haven't even flipped the page and you're zoned out", she was doing a good job hiding her Asian accent, but the word ' out ' betrayed her - it sounded so much like ' autu' coming from her.

I sighed again.

" You see. You have been doing that continuously".

I didn't know what to tell her, or even how to tell her anything - that my husband of few days charged me with sexual assault and domestic violence and I am faced with the possibility of tarnishing my image if I ever appear in court, most likely leading to the downfall of the company and everything my father and I ever worked for? Coupled with the fact that his presence alone was driving me insane? Hell no, sweet Jesus ain't gonna support that.

" It's nothing Mrs Yang, just spouse issues", I faked a smile. Keeping the frown would definitely lead to another question which would lead to another question and then lead to a storytime session which will likely not be less than an hour, and I wasn't ready for that.

" Spouse issues? Isn't it too early? You just got married and you're already in emotional shambles with your husband? No, that is not right.

I remember when I first married Mr Yang......" and here we go. " For the first five years of our marriage we never had a fight, we never even had an argument. We were so in love with each other and one thing that bonded us so much was the conversations we had; and of course the sex ", she blushed a little, pretending to tuck an imaginary strand of her hair behind her ear. " Forgive me for my vulgarity but I speak nothing but the truth. Only when you guys get to connect your yin and yang energy....oh, forgive me", putting a hand over her mouth, " it's yang and yang energy", she laughed and I awkwardly joined in the laugh.

" Well, it's actually yin and yang because one of you has to be the dominant, while the other person receives it, you know, one person has to insert his", she made a face, implying a penis.

" Yeah, yeah", I said immediately; hearing her say the word will be too uncomfortable.

" That's it, and the other has to receive it. So, it is only when these two energies come together can the couple connect".

I nodded, praying that the session would be over.

" So, have you people done it?" she asked, and her eyes weren't blinking.

" Done what?" I knew what she was asking, but I decided to play ignorant.

" Have you inserted it into him?"