“How was the meeting?” Emily asked the moment Olivia found her way into the house. Initially, she rested on the couch but sat up at the sight of her best friend. Olivia, who looked more than exhausted, sprawled on a couch and threw her bag on the footing of the living room. “How long did it take?” She questioned as she gazed at Emily who waited on her for a reply. “Four hours,” Emily answered back. “Shorter than a normal meeting should be.” She added and got up from the chair. “One second, please.”Olivia nodded, she stayed there, catching her breath. She was exhausted from everything and needed some time to herself, as there was a need to rest from the long discussion she had with Olivia at the lounge of the small hotel. The kitchen door was pushed open and Emily walked out, with a glass of water. “You must be thirsty,” she mumbled, getting closer to the couch where Olivia lay. “Here, take some water.”“How did you know?” Olivia cried, grabbing the glass from Emily. “That word y
He was more than enthusiastic. It was evident from the way he grinned from ear to ear, inclining on the enormous window in his office, and the reassuring smile that rested on his face. Emily did a good job, of course. More than he thought she could. She did not just prove him wrong, but she did well to prove herself right. "Damn!" Alexander cried, recalling the beauty he saw in the creation room early this morning.No one could come up with that except Emily and it was the truth, a very bitter one at that. The curves and voices of the creation shocked him, to an extent that he lost words to speak out. Now that she was on her way to his office, he should be inaugurated and ready to receive her before her delicate hands plunged one or two knocks on the mirror door. Without thinking twice, he got up from the window and reached his chair. His back relaxed on it while he waited for her presence in his office. Then, a hand knocked on the door. "Come on in," he urged, knowing full
“I can't believe I am done with this project!” An excited Emily cried out as she walked to the Eatery with Mark who took her hand in his. “I can't believe it, too,” Mark confessed. “And to think that you didn't make an ordinary creation, Emily.”Now they stopped at one of the tables in the eatery. Emily grabbed one of the chairs and Mark did the same, taking the chair opposite her. When they were resolved on their seats, the man snapped his fingers and a man in uniform wandered in the direction that led to their table. “Good day, sir,” the man greeted when he arrived. “Good day, ma'am.”“Good day,” Emily greeted on behalf of herself and Mark, who positively nodded. “Give us two plates of fried rice and chicken.”“Perfect!” The younger man jotted down on the pad he arrived with. “Anything else?” He questioned. “Something to drink, I presume.”“Two bottles of water would do for me,” Mark bobbed his head. “A glass of juice and a bottle of water should do for the lady.”“Is it?” The ma
What was that? Emily sat up on the bed the moment she perceived an aroma. She jumped off the bed, hurrying to the door. Something was burning, no. She shook her head, reminding herself that the aroma was far from a burnt meal. Without hesitation, she opened the door and walked out of her room. Her hands tightened the belt around her waist, covering her soft, tender breasts from showing as she made it to the kitchen—catching a glimpse of something she less expected. The shock of the day. “Why are you here?” Olivia cried. The younger woman was standing on a stool, stuffing some provisions in the cupboard. “I wanted you to come awake when breakfast was ready.”Emily, dumbfounded, walked into the space, not believing the sight before her. How did all this stuff appear in the kitchen? She turned to look at Olivia who had a look on her face. “Well, good morning," Olivia mumbled. “Now that you are here, you should help with holding the stool so I don't fall off.” “What did you do
Victoria scoffed while seated on the chair in her office. She heaved a sigh from time to time, throwing files everywhere on the desk. There was no time and she was almost late to the meeting with Tricia. “Yikes!” A distortion appeared on her face. Heaven is aware that she would not bother dealing with these files herself if Mr. Steele did not tete-a-tete ask for them. The last time she inspected, she cared less about haggling with files and allotted them to junior staff whenever she had to. Her hands searched for an item on the desk and she picked up a Bic. “Yes.” She mumbled at the thought of getting done with the task, a sigh escaping her mouth. “Unto the next.” Anyone who passed by the office could hear her. Victoria got on her feet after a while. She walked to the window flank and caught up with the small fridge where she regaled herself to a bottle of refrigerated water. Without hesitation, she walked back to her seat and confronted the system before her. She no longer f
“What did you just say, Tricia?” A shocked Victoria questioned. Unable to take it all in, she sat up on the chair unlike moments ago when she was relaxed and nonchalant—with thoughts of Tricia about to spill an irrelevant information. Tricia smiled knowingly. “I expected that reaction, Mrs. Blackwell,” she nodded. “It is OK to be surprised. That was the aim.”“No!” Victoria shook her head. “You will not walk into this place and spill nonsense to me.”The smile on Tricia's face faded. “Do you think I walked from the Enterprise, abandoning assignments to be attended to, to come here and give sham information to you?” She asked. “Is that what you think, Victoria Blackwell?”A confused Victoria relieved tension back on the chair, once again. There was a lot that went on in her head and when she glanced at Tricia's face, there was no form of mockery on it. Wait—The young lady meant everything she said. She sat up again. “You mean it, Tricia,” she mouthed. “This is unbelievable.”“Ye
Olivia paced the enormous sitting room, numerous reflections in her head. How would she go about it?Amongst all of her thoughts, what transpired to be essential at the moment was getting the phone number the woman she works for, inquired of her to get. Oh, her days. Why did she think all of these would be comfortable to accomplish long before now? All she ever wanted was the money, and nothing more. How can she obtain all of that money, and not do something? Was it not foolish of her to imagine that was what her experience would be? And of all people, Mrs. Blackwell? She settled on one of the couches and heaved a sigh. She didn't know how she would do it but she had to do it, somehow. Just somehow! Where was Emily? She looked at the entrance of the woman's room and shook her head. As a matter of fact, Emily was not assisting her at this point, but can she blame her? The poor lady doesn't even know she is on the verge of getting betrayed. Or rather, has been betrayed alre
A smile plastered on her countenance and she led the way to Mark who modified flowers on a table. The hall was ready to be used when she walked in. “Mark.” She dubbed, strolling to the veneer so he could have a good and better picture of her. “Good morning.”“I almost thought you wouldn't make it to the Enterprise this morning,” the man scoffed. “Come,” he handed the bowl of flowers to Emily who took it from him. “Assist me with setting up the tables.”“Is the reason for the party going to work as well?” Emily laughed and walked closer to the table. “Does the other staff know of this?”“Well, yes,” Mark nodded. “Mr. Stone called us all this morning and broke the news to them. You should see the look on their faces at that moment.”“I thought as much,” they moved to another table. “How are you today?”“I am good,” he replied with a nod. “You look stunning, as expected. You've got a friend I should marry?”“Oh, please!” The woman laughed and stared hard at the main stage. It was more
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