“Mark!” Alexander lauded the man when he stepped into his office. There was a smile on his countenance—the kind that demonstrated and declared he was delighted with him. “Where is your partner?”“Jessica?” Mark questioned, walking closer to the desk. “She left her office for some place a while ago. I don't know where but it shouldn't be distant.”Alexander nodded while thoughts of what went on between himself and Jessica remained in his head, but he shrugged it off in the meantime and confronted the reason he called Mark into his office. “Take a seat.” He urged the man who sat after a nod. “I have called to discuss with you and Jessica. But since she is not around in the meantime, I'll go with you.”“Yes, Mr. Stone,” the other man said. “Is everything okay with you? How is your health and legs?” “I feel better,” Alexander replied. “Not so good, yet.” He added and took the yield of a Bic from the desk where it lay. “You'll be fine,” Mark encouraged. “This is just a process for the b
It felt so good to be preferred over Jessica who asserted her suggestion was not reasonable enough. Emily on her part, had anticipated less acceptance and more rejection from Alexander and the rest of her colleagues who were inducted on the chairs in the meeting room. “It is good enough,” Alexander began when the place went serene suddenly. In his voice, there was a tone of disorder. Dissatisfaction, rather and it was relatively tough for him to conceal how disappointed he was. Who was he disappointed at? Emily, or Jessica? If the case was well judged, it would be none other than Jessica who cut in Emily's speech with the phrase ‘newbie’. Did the woman have to put it that way to Emily? Alexander thought and modified on the chair he was seated. Jessica herself was once a newbie and he took to almost all her suggestions, he recalled vividly. So what did she try to do a few moments ago?The staff began to murmur, cutting short Alexander's thought. The man winked while his concentr
“Is there a problem?” Mark confronted Tricia who ambled into the space. “Talk to your friend if you must. Her nasty behaviour will take her nowhere if she continues like this.”“She must have her explanations,” Tricia said. “It still does not give her reasons to react like that. Even if she is in love with Mr. Stone.”Jessica looked up from where she was inaugurated. “When and where did I say I am in love with Mr. Stone, Tricia?” She raised a question, relaxing her back on the delicate chair. “Don't end up saying things you should not say. It won't be funny if I am implicated because of you.”“I am sorry,” the other lady said while Mark scrutinized them with keen interest. “But what do we call it when you reacted to Emily, a harmless woman in that way? It screams you love the CEO. Although, I choose to believe you aren't since you said so.”“I am not in love with the CEO.”“Good,” the woman said. “It means other women are allowed to shoot their shots.”“What do you want?” Jessica aske
She was late for work!The last time it was Emily, now her? Why? What went amiss with the alarm clock in her room? The last time she inspected, she set the sound to be more vociferous than the clock in Emily's room. She scooted into the bathroom for an immediate bath and scurried out after a few minutes of walking into the bathroom, unsatisfied with the way she had her bath. What could she do about it? Nothing at all. The manager would ask after her when she is not seen at the shop in the next hour, and Vicky may not want to tell a lie on her behalf again. She hurried with her clothing, fixing the gown she planned out to wear the night before, over her head. Olivia walked to the mirror to check out herself after getting ready for her day at the Cafe shop. Without having breakfast, she scooted out of the house, not fully set. Her hair was not done the right way, but she didn't care. Maybe she did. One thing was particular and that was the demand for her to be at the Cafe shop i
Olivia had yet to return from her place of work. Emily noticed the door of her room was locked when she walked into the house that evening. Why did she care? She wondered when she recalled the task before her, and her reason to sort all of them out before the night departed. She surged to her room and flung the handbag she used for work on the bed. Emily found her legs out of the bugging shoes and flung them to another intersection of the room before heading to the toilet. A sigh escaped her lips while she eased herself on the white seat. She could have accomplished this back at the office before departing this evening. But her thoughts too were on the urine, not terrifying her much before she docked home. She was wrong, anyway. The moment she stepped into the cab, her bladder was in conflagration and at some point, she cried out at the cab man to hurry with driving. She thrust up another sigh, got up from the seat and irrigated the toilet. Emily walked out of the bathroom and
She paced her office, tense and skeptical. How would she go about this? Emily wondered, opening the curtains of her windows. She walked back to the other flank of the office and paced again—many thoughts in her head. What would the other staff call her piece? She was worried by these thoughts and more as today happened to be the day of her presentation, and the staff would be gathered in the room where they were assembled the last time. Why did she suddenly think Jessica loathes her? What was the explanation behind the divulgence at the eatery the last time? Why did she have to tell her those words if she didn't reckon something was ongoing between the boss and herself? “Argh!” The woman let out a demoralized sigh and sauntered to her desk. Can there be a change of plans? She thought. No, she beseeched. At least, this once. All she required was some more time to repair herself and see how stable her mental health was, just in case Jessica had something up in her sleeves. Sh
Emily, who lay on the bed in her room, leaped to her feet at the sound of something and dragged herself out of the space, headed to the other room in the apartment. “Olivia,” she dubbed, clasping the handle of the door. “Open up already.” The door was shut and locked when she pushed, and she had to pause another moment for the door to be unlocked. “Olivia,” she shouted this time, recollecting the headphone the younger woman owned could be over her head. “Olivia!”“Hold on, Emily,” the door opened and there was Olivia, grinning. “Come, look. I've got something to show to you.” She invited Emily who wandered into the room, glancing around like it was her first time gracing the room with her existence. “What is it?” Emily, who had come to know what happened, could not help but raise a question when she took a seat on the bed. “You screamed, and I came. What was that noise about?”“You won't believe what just happened!" The younger woman exclaimed. She picked up her phone from the be
Olivia let out a sigh when she sighted Mrs. Blackwell. She was enthusiastic and pleased to have a company in the Cafe shop, finally. At least, for the moment before Vicky's shift in the evening, since she almost had no business with the rest of the girls who left her all alone about a while ago. Just when Olivia thought about the older woman, she appeared in the foyer of the Cafe shop. There was a smile on her face, and a ‘welcome to the shop’ that waited to be discharged from the barricades of her mouth, in the direction of the woman who was yet to walk into the shop.The older woman walked in, grinning. She held a handbag—and from the look of things, Olivia was certain that she came from the office she works in. She was well dressed, corporately. “Olivia,” the woman called, her voice—soothing and wanting to be listened to. “Good afternoon, love.”“Good afternoon, Mrs. Blackwell,” Olivia hailed, standing and overseeing. “Welcome to the shop. How are you doing?”The phone she clas