Chapter 3

"Why is that? Did you both have a misunderstanding?" He asked with a creased brow.

"Not at all,she calls me at night before going to bed and we talked in phone just now, the only problem I have with her now is that I haven't spent the night with her for like the whole of this week and she only pass the night at my place just once in a week." He said.

"That's bad,have you asked her why she is actually doing that,I'm sure she has an explanation for it." He said.

"I asked her,and her reason is that she wanted us to get married fully before I can enjoy her as I please. " Miguel said.

"You know have been wanting to ask you why you are still delaying your marriage with her,or do you have another lady that we don't know of, maybe you have someone else you wanna get married to." He said earning a glare from me.

"What sort of thing is that,you all know Tiffany is the only one I have,she is my fiance." Miguel said.

"So why are you delaying things then, if you love her,then go ahead and get married to her,or do you want another man to marry her?" He asked.

"Of course not,I will never allow that ." He  said .

"Well you should do the needful then,propose marriage to her and let's start preparing for your wedding,you know how beautiful she is and you know that almost all men want her for themselves,it won't be good if you delay things further." He advised.

Miguel kept quiet for a while thinking about what he said again,and it really did make sense,I think I'm going to do what he said.

Tiffany checked the time and parked her things into her bag since it was there closing hour.

She checked her table one more time to be sure she had arranged everything perfectly well.

She smiled in satisfaction before leaving her table, just when she was about to open the door to go out,the door flung open on its own.

She stared at Sandra questioningly,and she glared at her in return.

She knew she has a mission here,but she doesn't know what it is since she had come to rant this morning,her head couldn't think of what she wanted again.

"What do you want?" She asked staring at her carefully.

"Do you think I will come here to admire your ugly face?" Sandra asked spitefully.

"I still don't know the problem you have with me,and I will guess that you calling me ugly is a figure of speech cause it is far from been real." She said proudly.

Tiffany liked showing off in her presence cause she felt it is the only weapon that she could use to fight back due to the excess jealousy Sandra always feel.

"You are too proud for my liking,and calling you ugly isn't a figure of speech cause it is real,you are so ugly." She said again.

"Bla bla bla, if you are calling me ugly,then what will you call yourself?" Tiffany ask flaunting her perfect shape before Sandra who was boiling in anger.

"You are lucky that we are still at work,if not,I wouldn't hesitate to show you the stuff that I'm made of." Sandra said glaring down at Tiffany like she could hold her in her palm and crush her till she cry to live again.

"So,what do you want,have got an important place to be in and I need to lock me office right now." Tiffany said checking her wrist watch.

"Oh do you think I'm also jobless,I don't know what you take yourself for." She said.

"If you have come here to rant, please leave,like I said I have a place to be and I need to lock the door and I can't leave a rat in my office,I wouldn't want someone stealing my ideas you know." Tiffany said with a taunting smirk.

"How dare you?" Sandra said raising her hand to slap her,but Tiffany was quick to hop her hand before it could even come down.

"You shouldn't try that again my dear colleague,I can over look everything but definitely not bodily harm,and you should also know that I am far from been gentle." Tiffany said flinging her hand away.

Sandra almost fell due to the force Tiffany had used in pushing her hand off,but she was quick to hold herself from falling.

"I will deal with you,that is a promise,what you did today,I promise you that you won't go scotfree." She said hyperventilating.

"Be my guest,it is what you are good at, making empty threat when you should be thinking about the things you should do with your life,grow up my dear colleague,that is a little advise and it doesn't come every time,it comes once in a while." Tiffany said again.

Sandra couldn't say a word,she was filled with rage and she knew that if she should say anything,it might not come out well and she doesn't want to be embarrassed again, so she just had to delivery the message she was sent.

"Rosella said you should see her in her office right now." She said staring down at the hand Tiffany had pushed.

"So you mean Rosella sent you to me and you were here saying rubbish,you really need to grow up." Tiffany said walking past her,there shoulders brushed each other and once again she held herself from falling.

Tiffany ignored her look and locked the door of her office before walking out on her like she doesn't exist.

Sandra stared at her backside as she walked away,she swayed her hips till she was out of sight.

She had only one thing going on in her mind,and that is taking revenge on what was done to her.

She died the tears that were about to roll out as she remembered how the both of them started.

They were not best of friends,there relationship can't even be called friendship cause all they say to each other is greetings.

Tiffany was jobless at that time and they always see each other in the street and greet each other,she had approached her back then to ask if she was interested in working at there fashion industry cause she remembered that Tiffany had told her that she was a fashion designer.

Tiffany had agreed to work at the industry and now she has grown wings,ever since she brought Tiffany, no one had noticed her work.

All she wanted now is to make sure that Tiffany is sacked,she has to do something to make sure that she outsmarts her at all cost.

She hesitantly walked away from her door post and went to her office to pick up her things.

"I must teach that ingrate a lesson she would never forget." She muttered to herself.