Amy's head rested on the white desk with a low bang. She sighed. It had been about three days since she started working. She had not expected it to be easy, considering everything Isaiah had explained to her that the business had gone through. Like he had said too, more staff was needed. They would conduct interviews for the ones that needed to be immediately filled tomorrow. The rest, they could do once the company was more stable.She raised her head and looked round her office. Compared to where she had met with Reynolds the last time, it was not overly large, but it was not small either. His office had a large mahogany desk, curved at the sides and imposing. The large desk would have seemed too much to Amy on any other day, the amount of stuff that had been on the desk that day, she supposed it was not too much at the time. But despite how crowded it had been, the desk had not looked completely disorganized. It gave Amy an idea of how the businessman was in terms of orderliness.A
The meeting ended very late that day. His father had shown up later on into the meeting. He had come deliberately late, but he had come. Reynolds escorted his father home, upon his request, if he was to even call it that."You won't even take your father home?". The old man had asked when he had thought Reynolds was about to leave.. Reynolds had chuckled before helping his father into the car."I still don't understand why you had me handling everything if you had plans of getting involved and showing up". He said as he wheeled his father into the house."It's my business. Why wouldn't I be involved?", cane Gerald's nonchalant reply.It was exactly his point, Reynolds thought. Already tired from the day, he decided not to broach the subject any longer. The meeting was held and they had a solid plan. Hopefully his father would disturb him less now."I'll be leaving now". Reynolds announced, turning to leave."Already? Stay for the night. Your mother has been complaining non-stop that y
Pulling back, he gave her a satisfied smile. Amy didn’t know if that was for the camera or if it was because of the kiss. But what she knew was that there was a fluttering feeling in her stomach which quite scared her. Reynolds took her arm in his and led her to where their parents stood. Everyone took turns congratulating them, some even sharing their supposed love stories about how they had met their spouses and it somewhat irritated her. As if these people knew anything about love. Most of their marriages had been arranged just as hers was. She smiled when she saw David approach their group. “Congratulations, Mr. Bennet, Amy,” David offered a hand to Reynolds who took it firmly. Amy watched as both men shook hands but couldn’t help but notice the hardening smile they exchanged and how David’s eyes turned to slits. And before anyone could notice it, they masked their expressions but she of course had seen it. Amy had always been good at reading people probably prior to years of play
Reynolds scrolled through his tablet as he sat back in his car. It was a Saturday yet his father had asked him to meet Robert Martin for business. His old man knew nothing about limits. He answered his phone on the first ring when he saw the name that flashed on the screen. “One would assume you missed me,” Luke chuckled. “Of course”, Reynolds answered with sarcasm. “What did you find, Luke,” he cut straight to the chase. “You are no fun. Anyways they’ve been best friends since high school and from what I gathered they’re pretty close. It’s actually a wonder that they’ve never dated. In fact Miss Martin has never been in any sort of relationship.” Reynolds hadn’t expected that. Most affluent ladies he knew loved to be in a relationship but then again he was learning how Amy was different. She carried herself with poise and elegance and was reserved, he had noticed from their meetings. “Both of you make a good pair since you also barely date.” He heard him chuckle on the other end of
"Excuse me, do I know you?" Amy asked the strange man. "What are you doing here Dion and how do you know Amy?" Luke hissed, looking serious and quite intimidating all of a sudden. "In fact, do not answer that. Leave," Luke added. "Chill dude, she's someone I know from school. I just came to say hi," the strange man, Dion answered. From where he sat across from her she noticed how his eyes were unfocused. She could tell he was tipsy. "We went to school together?" Amy asked, her interest peaked. "Yes we did. High school to be precise. But then again I won't expect 'daddy's little princess' to know me because she only spoke to that guy always. What's his name? Aha! David. It's quite a surprise you're not engaged to him but rather that uptight man up there," he looked at Reynolds who had mounted the stage. "What happened, was David not good enough for you?" "That's enough, Dion. We can do this the easy way or the difficult way. Go to your table now or I call the securities" Luke threatene
The alarm blared loudly, cutting short the dream Amy was having about a certain pair of dark green eyes. Those eyes would definitely be her undoing and even maybe the owner of them. She switched the alarm off before it could ring again. It was six in the morning. Her stomach growled noisily signaling how hungry she was. She had missed dinner yesterday and had barely had any of the meals served at the party last night. As she stood from her bed abruptly, a sudden wave of excruciating pain struck her like lightning in her abdomen. Aunty flow couldn't have chosen a better time to visit, she thought sarcastically. It wasn't even that time of the month for her. She knew that because the tracking app she used had not updated her like it normally did. She dragged herself to the walk in bath house and performed her morning routine. She stepped in her room and noticed the sun was almost fully out. She decided on a blue dress which came with a belt, put on her heels and went down to have brea
Amy arrived at Ava's at 9 the following night. She was exhausted from the day's activities but she couldn't cancel on her friend. Could she call Ava a friend now? She supposed so given that she was in the building where she resided, attending her little get-together and bringing her flowers as well. She had thought it rude to visit empty handed so she got some flowers on her way from work. She entered the elevator that led to Ava's penthouse but just as the doors were closing she heard heels clicking on the ground hurriedly, like someone was running. "Hold it open please." A female voice yelled. Amy pressed the open button on the elevator panel. “Whoops I thought I wasn’t going to catch it, thanks”. Surprisingly, it was Sarah. She hadn’t looked up to see whom she was in the elevator with. She was busily rummaging through her purse. “Pleasure, Sarah.” At that , her head shot up.“Amyyy!” she squealed, pulling her in for a hug at the same time. It was the way her eyes sparkled that sh
Amy heard gasps all around her. Everyone in their social circle knew most marriages were not made based on love. Just a few who were lucky got to experience love before marriage. The others got theirs after marriage and there were even some who decided they could never fall in love but between ladies of their circle it was rather impertinent to voice it out. Carie must really hate her then “Respectfully, Carie, that is none of your business,” Amy replied. She watched as it was Carie’s turn to gasp. Her facial expression was one of unbelief. “How dare you, do you know who I am?” she yelled. Her face was turning red. She was fuming. Somebody didn’t like to be on the receiving end. “Look, I do not want to start an argument with you. I really hate those. You’ve been rude to me the entire time you’ve been here. But there’s so much one can take and I will not tolerate such questions. I was hoping we could be friends,” Amy said. “Friends with a lady who snatched the love of my life awa