When I get into the house with a last glance at the back to be sure he didn't actually follow me, I see Jose sitting and looking weary, but I'm too immersed in my own problems to note that something is actually wrong. So I plop down on our three-sitter couch and start explaining my day, but I stop halfway when I notice that she's not really responsive."Babes, is everything okay? Or wait, your boss gave you hell for coming late, right? Nothing serious nau, cheer up abeg, let's get pepper soup, I'm stressed," I say, hoping to make her feel better, because pepper soup always does that to her, and for me, it's ice cream, but that's hardly the point, so I scoot closer to her and see the tear streaks which makes me freak out massively. Josephine is anything but a crybaby. In fact, since we've been best friends, I can count how many times I've seen her cry. "Baby? Josephine, what happened, please? Is it from home? Did you kill anybody? Where's the body so we can bury it, you'll hold the to
So we take the rest of the day to get cosy and discuss business plans. Not only is she a pastry chef, but she also cooks intercontinental dishes, so we agree that starting all might be too much and stressful to handle, and after much deliberation, she decides to start with pastries and desserts first. We draw up a business plan, create our buyer persona, and note that her target audience is brides-to-be or events and we decide to get in touch with an events planner to make everything better. Then she remembers that Tolani has a friend who does event planning, so we make a note to tell her after we break it to the girls. "And by the way, babe, they'll be so pissed at you for taking the fun away from them," I laugh because that's so apt, "Don't worry, I have the girls in my palm. I'll handle it, and there's still a lot more to discuss, and a lot more to do, but I think we've done so well for one night. Don't you think?" And then she looks teary again so I quickly bark at her to not get
It's been one month. One month of both the best and the worst. And trust me, it's not me that's been experiencing the former in my personal life, but Jose. I've tried so hard, so, so hard because I want to be happy, I want to keep this job, I want to have something of my own, but I guess one month is long enough to figure out that my future doesn't lie in X'Development. On the other hand, making the decision to start all over was the best decision that Jose could have ever made. In the past month, things have been going well. We passed through some obstacles, like our landlord insisting that we couldn't use the house to bake, even after we explained how nothing could go wrong, and how we have taken all the precautions and a million other things. When the old bastard finally accepted it, he said everything he wanted to eat from Jose's business would be free. Imagine his audacity. Jose didn't really mind though. She said he'd change and I really hoped so. Aside from the man, nothing re
"So Tessa," he begins, "How has your one month been so far? To me, you've been doing beautifully well and I look forward to many more months. But let me know what you think. And then I know we're yet to have those meetings with the rest of the team but…"All of a sudden, I'm so angry, at everything else and most especially, the fact that they lie so blatantly even right to my face. "What team, sir? Is there actually a team?" I ask. And trust his wife to jump us asking what I mean by that and that I should explain immediately while her husband doesn't really look like he wants to hear that."Gladly, ma'am. Before I came here, the job description was as a content writer. I got here and found out that it was an SEO content writer you needed instead but I didn't complain, because thankfully, I have some experience there. I worked hard every day doing not just the role of SEO content writer, but everyone else who's supposed to be on the team. If we're going to go further after this month,
At first, I walk. I just walk, because it's what I do best to clear my head. Why should life be so shitty? Why in the world should life be so twisted? I don't want to go home and dump my worries on Jose, though I know I'll still have to, but instead, I call the dearest person in my heart.When she picks on the first ring, my heart swells a bit more. "Hello, baby? Is everything okay? How are you doing?"At first, I can't say anything, for fear that I'll break down. But I know that if I do, my mother will take the first vehicle she sees down here and come see me herself so I try to hold it in. "Mom? Um, fine. Fine. How is everything ma?" "Everything is okay. How are you? What's going on? I can hear the tears in your voice. What happened?"" Everything is… o" I burst out in tears because I can't hold it in anymore. I know that wasn't supposed to happen because now mom will want to come over here just to make sure I'm okay. It's been that way ever since. Ever since my shitty father aban
Jake's POV"Good morning sir, here's your coffee, sir."I grab it from the receptionist and head on to the elevator, ignoring the way everyone who was chatty and gisting suddenly shut up and faced their work as I walked in. I might not necessarily like it, but I don't have a choice. Moreso, I'm used to it. I'm used to being the centre of attraction in every room I walk into. And most especially, here. At my base, Fleggs Oil and Gas. As the elevator moves, I taste the coffee and cough almost immediately.Ever since I fired the bastard, Junior who worked as my secretary and personal assistant, and at the same time, a secret spy for our biggest opponents, I've been left secretary-less. I'd rather have it that way though, even though it means suffering badly made coffee by the receptionist, rather than having a spy, right in my own office. It took some time for me to fish the bastard out, but I did, and he's still paying the consequences. Yes, I'm brutal that way. I never even needed a se
It's the D-day. A week after I quit. And of course, Jose's sweet tooth opening day. I couldn't be more excited, trust me. Especially considering the fact that the untouchable Jose has been so fidgety all week. Especially yesterday. She double-called everyone to be sure everything was in place. It's a big thing, and I'm glad something good is happening in one of our lives. Jose deserves it all. And of course, the local press will be here today, there will be free treats for everyone who comes. And Jose's sweet tooth will officially be open for business. Love it! "Tessa, my gloss!!!" Jose's voice, or scream rather, drags me out of my mini reverie and I roll my eyes a little too dramatically because Jose really has been fun to watch being so nervous, literally like a gassed-up drink waiting to erupt. I step into the room and right by her bedside, grab the gloss, and just as she's about to collect it, I hold her hands instead, making sure her eyes are on me."Josephine, I have never, eve
It's Jose's voice over the phone that wakes me up. Apparently, orders are rushing in already and I couldn't be happier, but just ten more minutes of sleep, that's all I want. I drag my pillow and place it firmly over my head. Suddenly, it's wrenched off my head as Jose's voice blares through like a speaker. "Get your ass up, you lazy ass! We have work to doooo.""You didn't call me lazy when I was helping your ass yesterday," I mumble and firmly place the pillow over my head again.Her laughter booms through and then she says, "Sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you.""Nothing. Go, please. I want to sleep.""Nope!" And she pulls me up this time leaving me no choice but to accept that it's game over for my sleep this morning."Oh, God. What do you want, now, Josephine? Why are you disturbing my peaceful sleep?""A sleep being slept at 10:00 am is no sleep. Girl, I've been up all morning, and you won't believe what just happened!!!""My brain is not awake, Jose. I can't guess. What ha
Jake's POVWhy's she taking so long in the bathroom? How is this going to even go? Maybe I should just come clean, but that will definitely be a mess. I can't do it. For her, I can't. It will be too much trouble for her and any other living family she has.Suddenly, she walks out, looking like a diva and as if she suddenly gained a lot more courage in the bathroom, and her voice, silky and throaty, comes right at me strongly."I'm so sorry, sir. I think it was what I ate. I'm better now, can we go on with the interview please?"At first, I'm dumbfounded because that is so not what I thought would come out of her mouth. It shows me that she indeed has guts because somehow she's been able to get herself together, and maybe she thinks it's not me, I don't even know, but she's not flustered anymore. Now, it's my turn to keep up."Alright, Theresa. Tell me about you." I say as if I don't already know a little too much about her from that night. It was such a perfect night. I see her mouth
Jake's POV"Theresa Thompson?" I say as I look at her, trying to ignore everything rioting through me. I won't be subject to the weakness I feel at the sight of her, after so long. I won't be subject to the feeling in me, the part of me that wants me to draw her close and kiss every part of her body over and over again till I place my mark on her. She's here for business, and so I am."You may have your seat," I nod towards the seat at my front, trying to be as proper as I can be. And then she looks at me as if she's hurt I can't remember her but she doesn't know what else to do she walks right to my front, looking pale as hell making me want to end this farce. Only I can't. I just can't. I have too much for her in me to put her through what being with a bastard like me would do to her. I want to protect her. It's why I haven't reached out to her all this while. It was like fate was laughing me right in the eye when I received her entry, right in the early hours of the morning after I
Two hours later, I'm not completely sure that my prayers were heard. The driver says it was normal for us to spend at least two hours given the distance, but it wasn't for me. The traffic was thick at some points, and thank goodness the driver was so sleek, he was able to manoeuvre his way, eventually though we still get there two hours after I entered the car. I look at my watch and see that it's 9:36 am. So I thank the driver and make sure to tip him before getting down. And oh my God am I met with the biggest building I've ever seen, in forever! The driver must have thought I was from the village or something, not to know a place like this. It's like a picture out of my movies. Tall as hell must be a couple of storeys high, all sleek and clean. Grey, white and black is what I can see from the outside, and there are so many, so so many glass windows. I get the sudden urge to throw a little stone to see what happens but I quell the urge immediately. How many people must work here???
Okay, next week came too soon. I had all week to obsess over what could go wrong and what couldn't. So Jose and the girls decided to make me calm down. Jose for one was so busy with her preparation for the 50th birthday party, and I helped her out. We made market runs, tried out new recipes, got the dessert plates, we even got a new refrigerator with the down payment the woman made. And it's safe to say that the event couldn't have possibly gone any better than it did. It was beyond amazing. And finally, at the event two days ago, Jose and I went together. We rented a bus to take us with all the desserts, and we took the mini-fridge because well, desserts and chilly environments are besties.At the event–which was glamorous by the way!– We met so many elites, and when the desserts were dished out, let's just say the business cards we printed out went to no waste. Every single person got Jose's number and promised to call her soon for an event or the other. When we got home, we were so
It's Jose's voice over the phone that wakes me up. Apparently, orders are rushing in already and I couldn't be happier, but just ten more minutes of sleep, that's all I want. I drag my pillow and place it firmly over my head. Suddenly, it's wrenched off my head as Jose's voice blares through like a speaker. "Get your ass up, you lazy ass! We have work to doooo.""You didn't call me lazy when I was helping your ass yesterday," I mumble and firmly place the pillow over my head again.Her laughter booms through and then she says, "Sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you.""Nothing. Go, please. I want to sleep.""Nope!" And she pulls me up this time leaving me no choice but to accept that it's game over for my sleep this morning."Oh, God. What do you want, now, Josephine? Why are you disturbing my peaceful sleep?""A sleep being slept at 10:00 am is no sleep. Girl, I've been up all morning, and you won't believe what just happened!!!""My brain is not awake, Jose. I can't guess. What ha
It's the D-day. A week after I quit. And of course, Jose's sweet tooth opening day. I couldn't be more excited, trust me. Especially considering the fact that the untouchable Jose has been so fidgety all week. Especially yesterday. She double-called everyone to be sure everything was in place. It's a big thing, and I'm glad something good is happening in one of our lives. Jose deserves it all. And of course, the local press will be here today, there will be free treats for everyone who comes. And Jose's sweet tooth will officially be open for business. Love it! "Tessa, my gloss!!!" Jose's voice, or scream rather, drags me out of my mini reverie and I roll my eyes a little too dramatically because Jose really has been fun to watch being so nervous, literally like a gassed-up drink waiting to erupt. I step into the room and right by her bedside, grab the gloss, and just as she's about to collect it, I hold her hands instead, making sure her eyes are on me."Josephine, I have never, eve
Jake's POV"Good morning sir, here's your coffee, sir."I grab it from the receptionist and head on to the elevator, ignoring the way everyone who was chatty and gisting suddenly shut up and faced their work as I walked in. I might not necessarily like it, but I don't have a choice. Moreso, I'm used to it. I'm used to being the centre of attraction in every room I walk into. And most especially, here. At my base, Fleggs Oil and Gas. As the elevator moves, I taste the coffee and cough almost immediately.Ever since I fired the bastard, Junior who worked as my secretary and personal assistant, and at the same time, a secret spy for our biggest opponents, I've been left secretary-less. I'd rather have it that way though, even though it means suffering badly made coffee by the receptionist, rather than having a spy, right in my own office. It took some time for me to fish the bastard out, but I did, and he's still paying the consequences. Yes, I'm brutal that way. I never even needed a se
At first, I walk. I just walk, because it's what I do best to clear my head. Why should life be so shitty? Why in the world should life be so twisted? I don't want to go home and dump my worries on Jose, though I know I'll still have to, but instead, I call the dearest person in my heart.When she picks on the first ring, my heart swells a bit more. "Hello, baby? Is everything okay? How are you doing?"At first, I can't say anything, for fear that I'll break down. But I know that if I do, my mother will take the first vehicle she sees down here and come see me herself so I try to hold it in. "Mom? Um, fine. Fine. How is everything ma?" "Everything is okay. How are you? What's going on? I can hear the tears in your voice. What happened?"" Everything is… o" I burst out in tears because I can't hold it in anymore. I know that wasn't supposed to happen because now mom will want to come over here just to make sure I'm okay. It's been that way ever since. Ever since my shitty father aban
"So Tessa," he begins, "How has your one month been so far? To me, you've been doing beautifully well and I look forward to many more months. But let me know what you think. And then I know we're yet to have those meetings with the rest of the team but…"All of a sudden, I'm so angry, at everything else and most especially, the fact that they lie so blatantly even right to my face. "What team, sir? Is there actually a team?" I ask. And trust his wife to jump us asking what I mean by that and that I should explain immediately while her husband doesn't really look like he wants to hear that."Gladly, ma'am. Before I came here, the job description was as a content writer. I got here and found out that it was an SEO content writer you needed instead but I didn't complain, because thankfully, I have some experience there. I worked hard every day doing not just the role of SEO content writer, but everyone else who's supposed to be on the team. If we're going to go further after this month,