“I have decided to take up the offer,” Emily told Olivia, taking a seat on the bed in her room. “It will do us both some good, I thought about it.”Olivia stared from where she lay on her bed. “I am happy for you,” she said. “But don't act like you are doing me some favour. It is you who needs some help and money to survive, Emily.”“Right,” Emily gave a nod. “How are you and what are you doing in bed by this time?”“I don't have the morning shift, old lady,” Olivia replied. She sat up on the bed and heaved a sigh, yawning. “My shift is later in the evening, I have all day to myself.”“That's fine,” Emily replied. She rose to her feet and was headed to the door. “Nothing much, I came to give you an update on my decision, so you are not shocked when I resume work without telling you from the onset.”“Thank you for coming,” the younger woman laughed. “What made you change your mind? Is he no longer the man who fucked you at the business exhibition in the hearts of the city?” “You didn'
Buyers from corners of the city had reached out to the company regarding Synthara: a win Alexander doubted would happen so fast. Jessica, who happened to be in charge of the creation until it left the Enterprise, had reached out the night before and he was shocked—and not shocked at the same time. Too many things gave him a smile on his face. Synthara, and the acceptance of his offer, by Emily. Why did he feel this enthusiastic, and act like he didn't care one bit over the phone? What would he have done? This is business the last time he checked and pleasure is kept aside until business has been done. He glanced at the device in his front, going through the list of buyers and offers they have for Synthara. Now was his time to act like a CEO and the owner of the piece, he said to himself—still smiling while he ricocheted through. His phone beeped and when he checked, it was Jessica's call. Why did she call him at this time of the day? He thought, then recalled the supposed meetin
He strode down the stairs, thoughts of who it could be that had come to see him, causing him to wonder. Was it Emily? No, he doubted, hastening his walking pace. Some of the staff who worked upstairs greeted, and Alexander—not in the mood for greetings, waved a hand at them. His mind and thoughts rested on who had come to see him. Was it Emily? He asked again, attaining the door that would lead him to the lower part of the building. When he asked her to take her time, he imagined she would spend the whole of the new month getting ready and prepared to come together with him again after the first time they had seen each other at the exhibition. The same meeting that caused him to have sex with her in the room, nearest to the bathroom. Why did he think of this, at this time of all times?He reached downstairs and stopped breathing for a moment, at the sight of the woman. He was right.“Emily Hartley,” he heard himself say. She turned around to look at him, with a costly smile on
She took his hand after so much thought and returned his smile. It was worth it, after all. “Thank you, Mr. Stone,” she muttered. “When do I resume?”“You have the rest of the week to yourself,” he told her. “The next week will be good for resumption, I'll make Jessica text you if there are important details you should know.”“Thank you once again,” she said and rose to her feet. “I'll be here on Monday morning, Mr. Stone.” She walked towards the door after the man nodded, then shut it after she walked out. For the first time since she arrived about an hour ago, she took out her time to see the walls and the footings of the Enterprise. How beautiful, Emily thought, finding her way to the elevator that would convey her downstairs like it did the first time on arrival. There were artworks on the wall, and the place seemed to look like a gallery. Only those who didn't know would think the Enterprise created artworks instead of AI creations, a smile appeared on her face while she thou
Victoria hurried out of her room with her bag in one hand and a laptop in another. “Hurry!” She cried, taking a seat on one of the couches in her apartment. Why is a simple email this hard to forge? She wondered, turning on the laptop. The woman heaved a sigh, happy at the same time that the device did not waste any of her time. Now, she rushed to the profile she had created many nights ago in the name of Emily Hartley, and then the email for easy access. Now was her time to shine. The first letter was drafted and she shook her head at how unconvincing what she wrote, was. It had to be convincing, she cried, coming up with an entirely different letter from the first one she drafted. “Good God!” She cried at how better the new draft came out. “This is good, Victoria,” she praised herself. “Who could have thought you would do so well on a morning like this?”Only a day to a week was what remained, and Jonathan Steele had asked several times how far she had gone with the given assig
Staff members scampered from the East to the Western part of the Enterprise, especially the CEO and the secretary who figured out what was before them on a day like this. It was the fixed date of appointment where Synthara's buyer would grace the Enterprise with their existence. The CEO posed on the seat in his office and checked his wristwatch for the time once in a while. What was keeping them? He thought at some point, then recalled at that instant that the time of appointment was not close, not yet. Luckily for him and the Enterprise as a whole, there were no other arrangements and meetings with other companies who partnered with them except the woman and her boss who were yet to make it to the Enterprise. In a bit, a knock came on his door. There was Jessica, outfitted in a blue gown and black shoes. Her hair was well set up and packed all to the side of her head, showing the magnificence and refinement she possesses. The CEO looked up from where he was inducted, his hand c
It was her first day, there was no need to be late for work. She never was late to NovesTech Corporates and she delivered the best of her courtesies to them, why would she do so to Stone Enterprise which was better than the former?Emily had made it out of the house on time, even before the set time for resuming work at the office. This was her first day, she told herself when she challenged the explanation for overdoing it. A cab dropped anchor at her spot when she stepped out of the gate right on time, and the next moment she was on her route out of Maple Estate, spotting her way to the Enterprise. At the Enterprise, staff who recognized her from the other day welcomed her with their arms broad loose. Jessica was nowhere to be found and there was Mark who did the needful by taking her to the CEO's office.“Do I have to be in the boss's headquarters?” She asked the innocent man who was delighted to communicate with her, while they strolled to Alexander's office. “Can't I be taken
The door to her new space unlocked and the CEO stepped in first. “Come on in, Emily.” They were inside the expanse in no time and the man who owns the Enterprise sauntered to a side of the room with the window. He assisted with opening the small doors and strolled back to his initial position. “I hope you like your new office.”“What do you mean, Mr. Stone?” The cheerful and enthusiastic woman challenged, walking to the window side the man barely returned from. “If I don't, is there something that can be done about it?”“You don't know, I could,” Alexander cracked up. He sauntered to a part of the gigantic room with a fridge in it and said. “This is for professional reasons, let me know if you need anything.” He said and made to wander to the door. But Emily had dubbed him back into the room with her mouth that was crammed with his name. “Mr. Stone.”He veered around to see a woman who looked stunning on her first day at work, a smile on his face. “What can I do?” He raised a ques
Olivia walked out of the kitchen with two trays and positioned them on the table. Where was Emily?Past eight in the night and she was yet to return from the Enterprise. Such a thing rarely happened and when it did, there was a problem.She grabbed the glasses on the table and headed to the kitchen. By the time she returned, the door made a sound. “Emily?” Olivia positioned the new set of glasses on the table and walked to the door. She unlocked it from inside and when it opened, there was Emily at the entrance of the apartment. “Well, what happened to you?” There was worry in her tone. She supervised the older woman walking into the house, while she latched the door and veered around. “Emily, did something happen at work?”“Good evening, Liv,” Emily, who was exhausted, plopped down on one of the couches. “I was assisting Mark with his task. He had a lot to do at work today.”“Ohh,” Olivia sauntered past her and caught up with the dining table. “I organized something for us to eat
“Emily Hartley!” Mark stepped into her office without knocking. He had a smile plastered on his countenance and something she could not plainly catch a glimpse of was in his hands. “Mark!” She dubbed, recuperating from the shock she encountered when he bumped into her expanse, screaming her name. “What's up?”Pointing out the look on her face, he halted halfway. “I frightened you, forgive me.” He started to walk again, then put up with a seat opposite her. “I was asked to pass information to you, that's why I am here.”“Is everything OK?” She sat up and asked, and then her eyes flitted to the item in his hand. “What do you have there, Mark?”The man cracked up and positioned the card on the table before passing it to the other side so her hand could touch. “Mr. Stone asked me to give this to you.”What is it? She wanted to ask. But on second thought, she took the yield of the card, unfurled it and wheezed the next moment. “Yeah—” Mark was loving the reaction on her countenance. “Yo
The door of his office pushed open and with this, he caught sight of her at the entrance. “Katherine!” A smile came live on his face as he modelled up on his seat. He made a gesture with one of his hands, pointing to one of the vacant chairs opposite him. “Come on. Take a seat.”With a smile on her face, and bobbing of her head—Katherine made it to one of the seats. “I am sorry I took so long, Mr. Steele,” she lowered the file she came with, on the desk. “She came a bit late.”“Were you able to make her speak?” The worried man asked. “Did she tell you anything at all?”“No,” Katherine shook her head. “She didn't say anything to me at all. I feel I am not good at a task like this. It feels as though she is hiding something and doesn't want to talk to me about it.”"Damn it!" Jonathan slammed one of his hands on the table. “Why do I get this feeling that the woman is up to something?” The worried man asked. “Not on a mission of her own, but with someone and that person is none other
Whatever the woman had come up with this time, had better make some sense. Olivia boarded a cab and headed to the location as asked in the text message she received last night. It was better than ending her moment in the office to be there, she thought while the man on the sterling did his job. When would all of these be over? Her thoughts drifted and she sat up on the seat, clutching her handbag tight to herself. This was not the right time to bother herself with these questions. All she knows she needs in the meantime is to know why Victoria had called for another meeting. Well, she was going to know in the end. So why bother? She lifted her head to look outside the cab and rays of sunlight came off at her, reminding her of how the day had just started. Soon, the cab halted at the front of the gate. “I have arrived, ma'am.” the man who handled the journey process called the attention of Olivia who looked like she was lost in a world of her thoughts. “Thank you.” She greeted
Shit!Why did she forget to tell Olivia of the little idea that popped up in her head before leaving the office? The woman hopped in her car and heaved a sigh. It was not so hard to return to the office, take a seat and discuss with her about her plans. But on second thought, she thought back to Mr. Steele and how he was everywhere, seeking answers to the questions he asked Olivia the other day. The man was clever and wouldn't think twice before knowing that the woman lied about her answer. This way, he would pursue other ways to know and even go as far as bringing some of the other staff into the picture. It was a long day at the office, there was a need to be at home. But after many thoughts and unanswered questions, Victoria started the car engine and began her journey out of the large compound. The man who seemed like he lived at the gate, forever, opened up for her to drive out and she did, she heaved a deep sigh. There was a need to meet with Olivia as soon as possible and
“Have you told him yet?” Olivia strolled into the medium-sized living room. “Has he talked about it, rather?”“Uh, no,” Emily shook her head. “I texted him that night, but got no reply.”“Oh, I see,” Olivia bobbed her head. “Why is he yet to talk about it?”“I wouldn't know,” the woman answered back. “There is time for everything. Now may not be the right time to go on dates.”“You are right,” Olivia nodded as she squeezed a spoonful of the nourishment in her mouth. “He'd come around, don't think about it.”“Who says I am troubled by that?” Emily sneered. “Mr. Stone has a preference for me. I like him, too. I am not bothered about anything. Nothing at all.”Olivia altered her position on the chair and began. “Would you date him if he asked you to?”A smile appeared on Emily's countenance and she switched her position on the couch, confronting Olivia. Her face contorted red and she glanced away, then back at Olivia. “Why do you ask, Liv?”“Why not?” Olivia questioned back. “You are my
The ride back to the Corporation was a peaceful one, and Victoria wasn't inclined to chip in a word. At the same time, there was Olivia who wasn't ready to speak with the older woman. A lot went on in her mind, and it was at the same time difficult to figure out. After a while of driving, they dropped anchor at the gate and the man who offered his service as a gateman did a good job by opening up to them. Ready to hop down, she asked. “What do I tell them if asked a question?”“What do you mean, Olivia?” An aggravated Victoria raised a question. “I thought I told you before now that it is not my business whatever you tell them. I pay you for all of these things.”“Right,” Victoria grimaced, hoping down from the car. “I'll see you later.” She said as she picked up her handbag from the chair where it posed. “See you later, Olivia,” Victoria heaved a sigh. She had yet to hop down from the car and Olivia seemed to care less. Of all things to care about, not Victoria and her strategie
“We are meeting with Tricia today,” Victoria announced that morning. “I expect you to be in my office by 12.”“Today?” The shocked lady asked. “Why?”Victoria, vexed by the remark, veered around. She glanced around her, shaking her head. “What do you mean by that, young lady?”“I—I am sorry, Mrs. Blackwell, but that is not what I meant to ask.”“What did you mean to ask?” The older woman asked while she modified the bag that hung on her shoulders, prepared to blast. “Does the nature of your job not have to do with meeting up, even when least expected?”“It does,” Olivia bobbed her head, prepared to walk away. “I will be at your office by 12, Victoria.”“Yikes!” She let out as she pushed the door of her office. It was beginning to be more difficult than she reckoned it to be. Her legs led her to her desk and she put up with the chair next to the table. Now she desired to be Emily for the whole week. For goodness sake, the woman would consume the whole of a week at home. Perhaps, it w
“You sent for me, Mrs. Blackwell,” she tossed the file on the table, causing the older woman to look up and meet with her gaze. "This is the file you asked for."There was neither a smile nor grimace on Victoria's countenance, and one of her hands dug into her hair like she was in thought before the other woman came in. “Take a seat.” She finally spoke, after a while of not letting out a word. Without hesitation, Olivia snatched the chair next to her and modelled in it. “Do you need something?”“No,” Victoria shuddered her head. “Not really. I only have an assignment for you.”Her heart leaped. What was it about this time? Well, a part of her told her she could accomplish it no matter what it would be. Did she not get Mr. Stone's contact after the slight complication she seemed to have faced? “What is it about, Mrs. Blackwell?”“I have more files for you to deal with,” Mrs. Blackwell astonished the younger woman by disappointing her. “Although you and Katherine would have to sh