*** Mark ***After the brief meeting with Solana, Mark spent the next hour and a half reading different blog posts on the internet. Even though these articles had nothing to do with running a hospitality business, Mark told himself the knowledge was of utmost importance. To him, the majority of the blog posts he came across were plain trash. Others promoted 'modern feminism,' which didn't quite answer his question. But amidst the garbage and feminist articles, he found a handful that offered meaningful insights into the very subject that interests him. Solana Jang found him intimidating. Was that a good or bad thing? These internet guys thought it was a bad thing, and they offered a strong argument to back it up. Mark agreed. Bosses should be approachable and a woman should not feel intimidated by her partner. Not that she was his woman. Boss and employee dynamics naturally carry an undertone of a subtle sense of intimidation. Ugo, for instance, would not address him and Joe the sa
*** Solana ***The rest of the day was quiet for Solana, although not in her head. The day's most important event was stuck on replay up there - Mark's voice calling her by her first name. He hadn't called or asked for anything else after that little meeting. She'd seen him leave the office with his Macbuuk some two hours after that. He hardly came back to the motel till late at night whenever he left with his laptop, so she didn't expect to see him until tomorrow. Maybe that was good for her.She'd spent the rest of the afternoon accomplishing minor tasks such as a brief meeting with the receptionist and the brand ambassadors whose jobs would be over in a few days. And Research on the third-party food service for the motel. It was time to close officially for the day. Sol found herself wondering again - 'What had ticked 'him' off?' She and Mark had seen before she went out for lunch, and the meeting had been cordial. For her, it had been more than that because he'd given her 'the l
*** Solana ***The next day, Solana was looking forward to having Mark ring for her for one of their usual brief meetings. She was curious about what their interaction would be like after yesterday's episode. In truth, she just missed him and looked forward to coming down for work every day because of his face and smell. And voice. But Mark did not come in for work on time that morning. Her desk phone did not ring and when she took a casual stroll downstairs, his car was not in the driveway. Joe also confirmed he hadn't seen 'the boss' all morning.She thought about calling his mobile but reconsidered quickly. He was the boss. He could choose to sleep in. He could take the day off whenever he wanted. What would she even say if she called him? She decided that calling him was a bad idea. Trying to focus on the task he gave her yesterday, she kept her eyes on her laptop screen. Jumping every once in a while when her phone rang or beep because she thought it was him. It was now past n
*** Mark ***The auditor was late for their meeting. He'd texted that he was in another meeting that was taking longer than expected, so Mark sat in front of his laptop, waiting patiently for another thirty-five minutes. Besides, something else kept his mind quite busy and preoccupied, so he forgot to get impatient with his auditor. The meeting eventually started, and Mark found his mind drifting in and out of focus.'Philip Gonza was the mystery guy that dropped Solana off yesterday afternoon, huh? And he'd devised the perfect excuse for another lunch date, huh.' "Recommendations..." He muttered to his laptop screen while clicking and unclicking his pen. Mr. Iduh stopped clicking on his mouse and asked, "What?" It was about time she returned from her break, so Mark unwittingly strains his neck to look through the window. He didn't realize he was still clicking and unclicking his pen, eyes on the parking lot.Tap! Tap! Tap! The auditor tapped on the laptop screen. "Hey, Marky. You
*** Phil ***Phil was in such a good mood since he returned from his lunch break a few hours ago. He was feeling light and full of anticipation for the coming days or weeks. Just a friendly lunch with Solana was making him feel this way - like a lovestruck schoolboy. It turned out her boss, little Marky, already came up with the same idea for their room service. But it was up to her to develop the plan and process. From the way their talk went this afternoon, she would be calling him often from now on for advice until they were thoroughly established.After their lunch meeting, Phil had decided there was no need to hold back. He was into her 100%. She was not his employee anymore, so there was nothing wrong with making a move. She was all friendly now, but he was confident he could make her want him, too. 'In time.'The afternoon was not a romantic date. Well, except on his side. But he'd enjoyed her company so much. He'd craved to hold her hand. To kiss her sensuous mouth as she lau
*** Mark *** It was Saturday morning and rather than using his treadmill, Mark had decided that running outside would clear his head better. He'd spent the night in his suite and had left very early for his morning run. As he jogged past the motel, he looked up the building and checked his fitness wristwatch. It was 6.25 AM. Solana was probably still in bed since it was the weekend, he thought. He'd forbidden himself to be anywhere near the suite when she was off duty. He didn't trust himself across the hall from her when she was home and idle. They could run into each other and he'd learned she dressed care-free at home. She could knock on his door, too, to ask something about work. Or worse, he'd probably find an excuse to knock on hers. So it was better to avoid her on her off-duty days, at least. If Phil mentioned anything to her about his little visit the day before, she was not showing any sign of it. Then again, he imagined Phil couldn't have said anything to her except - "Yo
*** Solana ***It was Monday morning, and Solana half-dread seeing Mark. That weekend was the longest for her. She spent every moment waiting for a knock on her door or to run into Mark in the hall again. That was after the nervousness had passed. But there was nothing like that. He also didn't call her phone again that Saturday, and at first Solana appreciated the space because she was a little unsure and extremely anxious about what he'd say. On Sunday, she expected to see him. To have him knock on her door. He hadn't. Then he called finally in the evening, after keeping her anxiously waiting all day. She'd watched the phone ring, unable to answer. After calling the second time, he'd given up. Why was she too anxious to answer the phone? Because his calling her, instead of knocking at her door, could only mean one thing - rather than taking it further, he wanted to put an end to it. "I'm not avoiding him." She mumbled into her cup of coffee as she sat waiting at her office desk.
*** Mark ***As Solana vanished unto the street from the curb, Mark closed his eyes, head on the window frame, as he asked himself yet again, 'What am I to do?'He'd spent the entire weekend asking himself this, and his answer had been the same - 'Do Nothing.'How could he even consider taking things further with Solana when he had nothing to offer her? Not even a comfortable house to live in. Not until the lawyer confirmed he was in the clear.Life was tough, which was why he'd been careful not to want much. Not to get attached to anything. Or anyone. Nothing was permanent. His mother left without warning, now he was saddled with a task he never imagined she would entrust him with. This was his responsibility. His task. Solana was a paid employee. If she became a part of his life. If they became lovers, what could he offer her rather than added pressure to see the motel standing strong again? He was doing the right thing. His number one focus was Lovelane, and this past month had ta
*** Phil ***"I'm outside the hotel." The Uber driver's voice came through the phone on loudspeaker."Be there in two minutes." Phil replied as finished buttoning his shirt.It was early October. Which meant four-season countries were in their colder months. The weather was much chillier than he expected when he landed the previous day.He doned his new, thick, ankle length jacket as he rushed out of the room to his waiting cab.Minutes later, he was in front of Kendi's hostel in the city center.As she approached him from the distance, furrowed brow, messy curls peeking out of her hair warmer, he admitted silently that she was the reason he'd flown here. Not to piss off Mark some more or get over Solana. "You really are here." Laughter and disbelief colored her voice as she said this."What made you think I was lying?" He asked."What are you doing here, young Gonza." The shock was still in her voice but the amusement was gone."Young Gonza?" He scoffed. "Are you mad at me or someth
*** Solana ***The vibe in front of the motel lobby felt awkward as Mark led Solana away. He was quick to hide the embarrassed look on his face and Phil's fake smile was hard to miss. She looked at Joe's face for clues, but the guard was unreadable as he watched she and Mark moved towards the lobby.When she turned to glance at Phil again, she failed to see his face because Jamal and the temp guard's wide shoulders now stood in the way.Solana also noticed Lucy quickly returning to her seat as they passed the lobby. Mark did not let go of her hand even as they walked past receptionist to the staircase.She felt the need to ask. "Are you and Phil -?" "Chatting." He replied before she could finish the question. "That chat was long overdue."Was chatting the new code word for fighting? More importantly, had been about to do that because of her? That would be beyond flattering. However, it was totally unbecoming, especially for her former boss.Solana decided to find out later. Perhaps w
*** Mark ***"Who was that?" Mark asked his cousin.He wondered why she had been unusually quiet all day. Was it his little speech about parents and how they didn’t stick around forever? He shrugged off that thought. If it really got to her, she wouldn't be leaving, would she?One thing he knew was that she got like this whenever she was upset. Either her father must've really pissed her off or something happened, which she was unwilling to share. He thought his uncle was definitely not the only reason she was rushing back.She ignored his question, pretending not to hear, and he had no desire to press further, so he let it lie. Everyone deserved their privacy."I'm not happy you're leaving so soon." That was the truth."So come to Denmark one of these days. You're rich now. You can afford to go wherever you want." She replied, a half smile forming in her face. "Bring your pretty girlfriend, too." She winked as she moved ahead in the queue."You think she's pretty, huh?" Mark couldn't
*** Solana ***“You two should be working.”The sound of Mark's uncle's voice as he climbed down the stairs sends a jolt through Solana. This man again.She wished the ground would open and swallow her up. Mark still had his arms around her. She clumsily move out of his embrace, lowering her head in complete embarrassment. Stepping a few feet away, she wished there was a wall to hide behind, at least.“Thought you were meeting Uncle John? Mark asked the man.Solana raised her eyelids to steal a glance only to find the older man turning to continue on his way down the stairs. Relief made her suck in a deep breath. He was not on his way to Mark’s office.The man did not reply his question. Instead, he said, “Or you could use one of your suites. You’re not in a movie, Marky boy.”Solana glanced at her boss to find him looking down at her. It didn’t seem like was listening to his uncle.When the older man disappeared out of sight, he took her gently by the arm and led her into her office.
*** Solana ***After the little chitchat at the new kitchen, Solana only saw and heard from Mark just once for the rest of the morning.The brief meeting they had afterwards was nothing close to awkward. It was formal and serious, making her feel like they were back to that time when she pined for him all day and night. It felt like they'd returned to the stage when he looked at her with evident lust but keeps a safe distance.At some point before her lunch break, she wondered if their date on Saturday was not even real. Or were they back to pretending. It seemed like he'd forgotten the fact that she was his girlfriend now. Lovelane was the most important thing, of course. She was alright with that. Can't be jealous of the attention the motel got from him.But she was eager for the day to end. She needed to see how he'd treat her once they were officially done with work.It was break time, and she sat on her desk, wondering if it was alright to check on him. If it be too forward of he
*** Mark ***As Mark and his uncle entered his office for their meeting, he was prepared for any unsolicited comment or advise about his personal life.To his surprise, the man made no reference to Solana when they sat down to talk business. He went back to his usual, dignified, pretentious, proper self, beginning his questions and lectures about all Mark would be handling.Mark followed his lead and kept a professional and calm manner throughout their talk. If uncle Johnny saw him now, he imagined the man would say something like, "how come I never get this type of courtesy from you."The meeting went far better than he expected as they made plans for other businesses outside Lovelane.It turned out that uncle Johnny and Mr. Johnson were wrong about his paternal uncle. He hadn't come to see what his mother left behind to take back from Mark. He was getting the sense that the man came to ensure he was handling the estate well enough. If he thought he wasn't, only then would he make a
*** Solana ***Solana took a deep, steadying breath before opening her door. It is Monday morning and time for work.She had been dating her boss for forty-eight hours, and this day would be the first time they'd work together since they got involved.The sound of a door opening made her want to do one of two things. Nunber one was to get back inside her apartment and lock her door till he leaves. Number two was to run quickly down the stairs. She wanted to hide from him.Choosing the latter, she was already facing the gate but had to stop at the sound of her name."Solana." 'Why, oh why are you nervous?'She turned around and forced a smile through the grimace when a few drops of hot coffee spilled into her hand."Good morning," he said."Good morning," she replied.He moved closer bringing out his handkerchief and took the cup from her. Her hand shook a little when it made contact with his, but Solana was thankful that his did the same.He dabbed gently with his handkerchief, wipin
*** Phil ***The distant sound of a cock crow roused Phil from a sleep that felt like death as he forced his eyes open. The headache that struck as the daylight hit his eyes brought back memories of the night before.He and Kendi had ridden the elevator downstairs and she'd continuously insist he couldn't drive home in his state. Then she'd led him by the arm to this room, dumped him on the bed and left.Shame and anger filled him as he remembered leaning on her soft shoulder for support. The events of the past twenty-four hours made him wish this weekend would end already.Solana's date with Mark and the fact that he spent the evening with his bottle. Plus getting mocked by his ex. These things made him want to run off and start a new existence somewhere far from here."It's not enough that she witnessed the whole thing. You had to get wasted in front of her, too?" It was this very thought of Kendi that kept Phil on the bed, wishing he could vanish from the city.Eventually, he made
*** Phil ***"Hey! Hey!"Kendi stood between Phil and the glassdoor of the lobby. The nausea he'd felt all day intensified as he watched Solana and Mark enter the new, tiny elevator. "Don't even think about what you're thinking about." Kendi warned him, pulling his arm towards the outdoor staircase that led to the bar.Phil didn't know what he was thinking. Except that the bastard had his hand on Solana's lower back while she smiled up at him and gave him those doe-eyed looks."They are just getting back from a date, Phil. That means you lost! She chose him. C'mon." Kendi kept dragging him away, and Phil noticed mister harsh-face security guard now watched him with interest from the lobby's glass door. He felt like going up to that one to ask him what he's looking at. But Kendi had a tight grip on his shirt as she dragged him away."She hasn't told me that yet." He argued."Don't be stupid." She replied, urging him up the stairs.An the image of Mark and Solana, naked in bed tonight,