“I need to see my best friend today.” He sat up on the bed, a hand on his face. “What did you say?” He asked. “Good morning, Emily.”“Good morning, Mr. Stone,” Emily greeted back, opening the curtains and picking up one of her stuff that dropped to the floor a few hours ago. “I will stop by my apartment today when I am done with you this morning. I need to see my best friend.”Oh, he gave a nod. He thought he heard something else and had to ask again, just to be certain of what she said. “Did she ask you to come over?”“No,” Emily shook her head. “She picked the un-shattered tray from the footing where it lay and shook her head again. “It is me that needs to communicate with her. We haven't seen each other in a long while since I moved into the mansion.”She was right. Who is he to prevent her from seeing her best friend? He wondered and nodded his head. “You should see her, then,” he agreed. “Doesn't she have a job? Forgive me for levering.”“She does,” Emily replied. She was on h
Waking up from a text she received from a number a few winks ago, aggravated her. She had forgotten to hang the phone on silent mode before going to bed the previous evening. Another instant when she thought about the beeps, being a lifesaver—Emily gave a nod and took the yield of the device from the table next to her bed. This time around in the morning, she must go and get ready for her day, and move over to the mansion in the space of one hour. She was presumed to retire back to Mr. Stone's house the day before this day, but didn't and the reason behind the decision she took, remains unknown. The phone was lingering to be utilized at the point, and Emily unlocked the device the next moment to see the content and context of the text. At least, before proceeding to the washroom for a warm bath. When she unlocked her phone, there was a text message from Alexander, staring at her in the face. But before she could look over the message, she came to decide that the man was mad at he
On Monday morning, the two friends scampered out of the flat in haste after bidding themselves a good day. The ridiculous alarm fucked her up again, this time. But she was fortunate that time was not far gone when she woke up. While Olivia walked away, Emily quelled at the front of the significant gate, guiding the compound in holdup for a cab. Soon, one arrived and the next thing she did was hop in without hearing what the man would say. “Stone Enterprise,” she hauled at him before he could open his mouth to speak. “Good morning.”And they drove away. At the Enterprise, staff and workers sauntered the entirety of the building. Some were complicated with themselves while others were knowledgeable of what they were accomplishing. A car drove into the premises and those who were around the space, halted their activities. Some turned around to welcome the man they were yet to set an eye on, after a while of not seeing him. The driver's window wined down, and Nicholas's face was obv
He was by the window side, his hand on the shutters while he stared at the portion of the Enterprise he could catch a glimpse of from where he was being placed. From where he was, Alexander could catch a glimpse of cars that drove past the gate of his Enterprise—old and recent, including cabs that halted around the Enterprise's portico to pick up passengers. The backgrounds of his office were built to his taste. This way, he can notice when someone he doesn't want to see is on his or her way into the Enterprise. This way, he would place a call to Jessica or the receptionist and ask them not to let the guest into his office in the name of not being available.Now he walked back to the desk side after gaping at what he scanned outside the gate of one of his properties. Alexander took a seat on the chair that confronted the turned-on but not-in-use computer system. Nicholas has done more than enough for him, as the case may be and there was only one thing he would do for the young man:
“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 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