Ricky Mears stepped into the hallway which had the signpost "private" on it. Just as he was midway into the hallway, two security officers in uniform walked past him, their eyes cast downwards. They didn't even notice that a trespasser was walking in the private hallway, and walked past him without a question.
He shrugged, knowing that whatever that had saddened them wasn't his business. Straightening his suit, Ricky pushed open the door where a young lady sat with a phone in hand. She dressed professionally in a black suit and took down notes. Her face a description of seriousness.
Noticing his presence, she mouthed "I will speak to you later" and stood, offering him a polite smile.
"Good morning, sir. Do you have an appointment with the CEO?" She asked. The smile on her face appeared practiced, like a soothing balm offered to irritating clients.
Ricky wondered if she had read the impatient expression in his eyes, and again felt impressed inwardly at the good selection of the employees. Regardless of his assholish personality, as a businessman, he recognised the importance of hiring polite receptionists and assistants.
He quickly waved the thought off, he hadn't come here to fucking acknowledge the CEO's effort. He was on a mission, and not succeeding wasn't an option.
"No, but I will see the CEO, now" Ricky replied arrogantly, his chiselled jaw and cheeks twitching slightly in impatience.
"Forgive me sir, but it is against the policy to allow a visitor in without an appointment. Perhaps if you give me your name, I will call to request for permission." She said again, in her all professional voice, though he didn't miss the hint of female appreciation in her eyes as she looked at him.
Without another word, he handed his card over to her and watched her eyes widen with shock.
Ricky stifled a smile; he always revelled in moments like this when he was recognised as the Ricky Mears they'd obviously heard tales about. She excused herself and quickly placed a call, holding the telephone tightly with both hands.
"Hello President. Mr. Mears is here, and is requesting to see you." She paused, muttering something beneath her breath which Ricky couldn't understand. After a short while, she nodded and dropped it.
"Sorry sir, but you have to wait here for a while. The president is busy now. If you could just have a seat and-"
"What the...?" Ricky couldn't believe what he had just heard. He never waited for anybody, especially after handing his business card over to them in revelation of his identity. Why then would he start to do that now?
He frowned in anger and sat down with a loud thud, tapping his feet on the desk impatiently. The assistant excused herself and went into a pair of glass doors, while he watched and waited in anger.
Ten minutes passed, and yet there was neither any sign of the CEO, nor the assistant. He waited a little while longer before his control snapped and he stood, walking through the doors he had seen the petite assistant open.
"What the..." He muttered as soon as he came in. A board meeting was going on, with a woman dressed in navy blue suit sitting at the edge. Was that the second secretary of the CEO? He wondered, ignoring the numerous pairs of eyes that watched him in surprise and made his way further into the large white decorated conference hall.
"Mr. Mears, weren't you directed to wait outside?" The woman spoke then, her voice, cool and detached. Ricky was taken aback for a full minute.
She knew his name, and yet dared call him with that tone of aloofness? She must have gotten a lot of guts from the CEO to talk to him that way, Ricky thought, ignoring her and walking to the other edge where he took a seat.
"Mr. Mears, I do not tolerate this kind of behaviour from clients, leave before I make security lead you out."
Now, that had Ricky snapping his head in anger, who the hell was this person whose highest position would be a board member, to talk to him in that manner, as though he were a kid?
"Let's see how good you are with your threat little secretary, to talk to Ricky Mears that way." A sudden gasp escaped from everyone's lips in the hall, he wondered why they all stared at him in shock. Well, whoever the woman was, she had done well to put fear into them, but that wasn't to work on him.
Just then, she stood and maintaining eye contact with him, walked towards him. It was then that Ricky noticed her endless long legs which moulded her curvaceous body into perfection.
She was a knock out, totally the type he would love in his bed, except that her feisty attitude didn't match those of his women. He liked them submissive while writhing beneath him...
She kept her thin lips set in a determined way as she walked towards him, her steps measured and coordinated. He made a mental note to invite her over after meeting with the CEO, he could already envision her long legs wrapped around his waist, her lips...
"Mr. Mears, my eyes are upwards." She didn't look offensive as she said it, pointing at her face, her brown eyes were set and defiant, ready for an argument.
Forcing his eyes back to her face, Ricky snapped. "Now I do not have time for games ms. I demand to see the CEO of this corporation now."
"Too bad, you are looking at her. Nice to finally meet you in person, Mr. Mears."
Ricky's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the hand she extended towards him in confusion. His brain was trying to register it, but his mind simply refused to work.
"J. K. Raymonds?" He looked around the room in confusion, expecting to see an old man to come out and tell him it was only a joke.
"Jade Kimberly Raymonds, and to what do I owe this visit?"
Ricky stared at her, ignoring the hand she extended. For all he knew she would be twenty two! Wasn't she supposed to be a college student or anything other than what she had come to mean to his company; a terror? How had she managed to pull the stunt that had kept him awake at night thinking about? He felt ashamed for grovelling all those while to personally write and send those mails to her. For all he knew, J. K. Raymonds was only a woman, regardless of the business look she had, and he was going to get her to partner with his corporation, using everything possible. Everything... * * * "So, what is it you want exactly, Mr. Mears?" Jade asked as soon as she strode with the confidence of a peacock into her office, where Ricky had been directed to wait till she was through with her meetings. Now, amusement made her twitch her lips as she watched his fingers twitch in anger and obvious impatience. The wine he had been offered was left untouched, his stubborn jaw set in annoyance.
"What do you mean you have a condition before investing in our business?" The chairman of the board of directors asked, a frown marring his forehead in form of folded flesh that came together to form a wrinkle. At the head of the U-shaped table Ricky sat, with Ginger beside him taking notes and wondering just when the meeting would end. She thought they had gone through this before, meeting the terms and conditions of their foreign investors. The meeting was supposed to consist of shaking hands and signing documents. But now, disappointment had her sighing beneath her breath at the way they were slyly stalling. "We got a report that your company has been losing deals of late. Or isn't that true?" The cranky looking old man in loose slacks and jacket so large Ginger thought it was hand me down asked, adjusting his tie. Ginger wondered exactly what he was adjusting. The tie had been undone even before he came in with the two other younger men. Ricky heaved a sigh then, wonderin
"Miss Raymonds, you have a call on line two." Annabelle, Jade's secretary and executive assistant informed her over the intercom, shuffling of papers sounding in the background. "From?" Jade asked, tapping her platinum black pen on the desk and searching for files with the other hand, the telephone was cradled between her ear and shoulders. "Mr. Freeman." He was a potential investor who always found a way of making his demands and terms sly. She didn't intend to deal with him first thing in the morning. "Hold the call, and put him through line three in ten minutes. I'm trying to contact Chloe here." She dialled again, wondering why she couldn't get through to her younger sister. Had Chloe Raymonds blocked her number? No way. She hit the dial button again, waiting. "Okay ma'am" Annabelle replied, and disconnected the intercom to do as she asked. Jade dropped the pen on the table in frustration, wondering where she had dropped the document she had been looking for since morning
"Alright, thank you Mr. Freeman, bye." Jade dropped the receiver, reclining back in the executive seat to stare at the most recent picture in her office with pride, a gigantic portrait of her in a business suit. Who would have thought she could achieve this within three years? She wondered, closing her eyes to inhale breaths of satisfaction. When she had decided to take over the company from the claws of her father whose existence she didn't even want to think about, started working as a model to generate funds while working as a secretary, she hadn't imagined that she would soar this high. The call had gone well, and if Mr. Freeman didn't change his mind again, she would be embarking on another huge project soon with the money she would generate from him. Recalling how far she had come in the business world while maintaining anonymity from the press and the previous day's events involving a certain young man, she chuckled quietly. The look of astonishment on Ricky's face at the r
The infuriating woman was running late. Ricky checked the time again by his watch, tapping his fingers on the glass table as he wondered how the investors would react the moment they arrived and realised that Jade wasn't present after all. And for Pete's sake, could the members of the board stop infuriating him further with their endless questions? "Why isn't she here already?" "You 're sure she's still coming?" "Can't you contact her office?" "Are you sure the intern you sent did his job right?" There went the complaints from the members of board, ten minutes to the time stipulated for the arrival of the investors without Ms. Raymonds either making herself present for the meeting or sending a message ahead. Their tone held disapproval, and he knew they were disappointed at him for handing the project over to an intern. Although he pretended as though he didn't care, sipping at his glass of water and scrolling through his phone without saying a word, he did regret not g
"Alright, shall we begin the meeting please?" The old man Ricky found cranky said loudly, impatience dripping from his tone. Ricky shook his head, wondering if he had been imagining the same man talk in a sing-song voice to the female CEO just few moments ago. Standing, Ginger picked a lightpen and walked to the middle of the conference room to begin the presentation of the intended project. The lights were switched off, casting the large room into a dimly-lit serious atmosphere with the projector being the only source of light. Ginger's loud voice echoed in the room, every attention focused on her British accent. It was well-detailed, and even Ricky who wasn't easily pleased had to admit to himself that she had made adequate preparations. Minutes later, after hands had been clapped to applaud Ginger for the efficiently done presentation and lights restored to the room, it was indicated that it was time for questions. Jade had been flipping through the pages of the document before
It was one emotion he wasn't used to, yet he wallowed in it. Ricky Mears was restless. He felt guilt haunt him like a horrid picture, eating him up till he spent his time wondering how best to apologise without making a fool of himself. As soon as she had left the buildings the day before, the investors themselves felt tired of going to and fro their country, and signed the deal, although drafting it in two different contracts, one merging with Raymonds and another only his corporation. But he intended to convince J.K. to still agree to merge with his corporation, using the redrafting of allocation of shares as a strategy. Problem was, he doubted if she would listen to him if he showed up in her company. If the previous day's event hadn't taken place, he would have been sure she would cast that robotic polite smile at him and politely ask him to get out of his office for the sake of professionalism. But after the previous day, he discovered she had fire in her, one that had virt
Why was he here anyway? She wondered again, suddenly conscious of the house Somto always kept clean. Had she remembered to clean it today? Had Susan left Esmeralda's toys lying around the house? She waited for him to come into view, holding Esmeralda tightly like a shield against the arrogant man. The child took that as an opportunity to pinch Jade's legs, making her wiggle, but she wasn't about to let her leave her laps- bad timing, Mr. Mears, she muttered to herself. "Ms. Raymonds." Ricky began, sitting down before she could acknowledge his greeting- if that curt mentioning if her name was a greeting anyway. Arrogant man, Jade thought, but she still smiled and replied. "Welcome Mr. Mears, to what do I owe this visit?"Ricky suddenly wanted to take that child from her arms and demand she tells him whom the father was and why she was giving him that programmed robotic smile instead o
She made his emotions a huddle of cacophony, pushing him into that state of euphoria and ecstatic madness and hunger. It was a kiss that expressed the feeling of raw desire which was mutual between them; unquenching thirst for each other driving them both, leading the way, making them mere passengers in the ride to Nirvana. He cuddled her neck, kissing her lips like the drink he had wanted, needed to be alive for a long time. He had missed her, and so had she, and they told this to one another without uttering a word. Their lips were the words, their touches every proof each needed to know how the other felt about them. It was he who broke the kiss, having been reminded by the medicine he inhaled on her neck that she was convalescing. He fought hard not to remember her fall, that traumatising memory being replaced by the reality of her finally being in his arms. He wasn't panting for breath, but his chest was heaving up and down, his pupils dilated wi
Ricky gulped down his second cup of coffee for the night, the bitterness of the strong black coffee making him clench his teeth. It was just as he had requested for it; black, strong. Yet he felt like calling the staff to ask for a change. But it was exactly what he needed at the moment after being awake for a long long time. It was either that or he would sleep all the way to the U.S. without taking care of the urgent issues which awaited him. He checked the time by his watch, wondering why his assistant was delaying with his luggage. Not that he couldn't travel without his bags anyway considering that he could simply buy everything he needed when he got home, but there were documents he needed to sign as well before leaving. Documents like placing a ban on the P.I. in every country of the world for daring to cross him. He would ensure that although the man could live his life however he wanted without being arrested by the police, he would never be
"But before I say anything, I request that we watch the Homestead news first." Ricky added, and then reclined against the seat while the news anchor switched the TV on.Annabelle who was holding the remote, her heart in her chest switched channels, and they watched as another presenter came into view."We are here with information regarding Mr. Patrick Raymonds, whose offences of using the company as a font for his illegal activities recently went viral."Jade inhaled a deep breath, licking her lips nervously. At this point, the world had already got to know about what she had tried to protect for years, and so emphasising it in a TV didn't ache her anymore as much as she had thought it would."Based on the evidence we have gathered so far, it has been confirmed that Mr. Raymonds forced his wife, the late Prima Donna to sign the company rights over to him, and then started using the company to aid drug traffickers in their activities."The presente
She rubbed her stomach for the umpteenth time, that completely flat abdomen of hers that had served as a habitant for food and drinks...Now carried a child, one created from her and Ricky.She now had responsibility for two; whatever she did would affect the tiny foetus probably struggling to mature into a baby.She wanted to cry, again."Say ahh, Jade."She forced her mouth open, accepting the porridge oats that Chloe held out to her. Now, she couldn't refuse to eat anymore, because one other tiny human would be affected as well.Chloe reached out to wipe the corner of her mouth which the oat had spilled on, and then scooped another spoonful of the porridge.For the past three days since she had woken up, Chloe had been taking care of her during the day, while Annabelle stayed with her at night, during which her sister returned to spend the night with Esmeralda.It had felt strange at first, being at the receiving end o
The last time he had got drunk, and drowned himself in a pool of alcohol because he needed to forget everything that had to do with reality, it had been the night he'd seen Jade with Rafferty at the restaurant, the night he had made the mistake of sending the red haired Kimberly to the floors and Jade had looked at him with those hard eyes.Tonight, he was here because his girlfriend and mother of his child hated him; because he had made another mistake of causing her reputation to be ruined, and killing the trust she had in him.."One more round, sir?" The bartender asked, staring at the empty glasses that Ricky had drained down his throat with skepticism."Yeah, fill everything up.""Just two glasses will do, Robert." Another voice intervened, that familiar teasing voice that Ricky had grown up having beside him."Okay, sir." The bartender replied, without making any pretence of feeling confused about whose order to take. When the owner of the ba
'Some time' became interpreted from hours to days, during which Ricky never left her side. It didn't matter how many times he received calls that the scandal was affecting his stocks as well because he and Jade had openly declared their relationship. Neither did it matter that in the expansive VIP room, Annabelle, Chloe who arrived the morning after the accident and Kiara took turns there as well, and urged him to go home even if it was for a day. He cleaned her every morning and night, his palm lingering on her stomach which was still so flat he still felt it was a dream that his baby was growing there. Outside, security was tightened both in front of her room and the entire hospital as well. Because the media was still outside, camping like locusts and waiting for either him or Jade to come out and give an interview. They had continued writing shit of course, stating that she must have hidden in the hospital room to avoid being prosecuted. B
"You didn't know she's pregnant?" Those were the doctor's first words when he announced after the first examination and scan that mother and child were safe. It had been followed by silence, throwing open of lips like a box of cookies and the question, 'Pregnant?' "No, no..." He muttered, shock gripping him whole. With the help of Kiara, he had carried her to the back of his home where Jade's chauffer had been waiting. Well, waiting for a healthy boss walking with her both legs and seething in anger, not being carried to the car by a crying man soaked in a flood of her blood. She had been admitted into the VIP floor immediately, and sent to the ER where she had been examined and scanned. Now, the good family doctor of his who was attending to her stood in front of him. "It's okay, Ricky. She'll be fine okay? Just get a change of clothes while we prepare for surgery, there's nothing you can do here anyway." The fuck he would have the co
After a while, she excused herself slid off the bed, her actions so calm it scared him so much. More than he could ever explain. He watched her pick up her phone and type some messages, before wiping the tears in her cheeks as though they encompassed a salty liquid of annoying flies rather than evidence of her pains. Then she walked to the closet, and pulled out her office wear. "Babe... Babe please, where are you going? The reporters must be outside." He dared to ask, standing and walking towards her as well. "I already asked my assistant to send for my chauffer. He will pick me up through the back gate. Is that okay by you?" "Fuck" he cursed beneath his breath, it was the tone of sheer politeness and emptiness, worse than the one she had used when they had first met. In desperation, he rushed towards her and wrapped his arms around her from the back, burying his head in her neck. "Jade please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for l
She went deathly pale, green veins popping up visibly on her forehead, and spreading across her shaky palms; teeth clenched tightly together; lips quavering as her eyes failed to focus on a particular object. Seeing that she wasn't going to tell him anything, and that she kept hanging up on callers, Ricky took the phone from her, his heart skipping when his palms made contact with hers. Hers had gone cold like those of a person who had ceased to breathe and function normally. He read the information online as quickly as he could; it had exposed every damn thing about her family and business from Esmeralda's parentage, Chloe and the sleazy bastard who had denied the pregnancy, all the way to her father's crimes while in power as the CEO of the Raymonds corporation. He had committed all sorts of atrocities; using the company as a font for his illegal drug trafficking activities and their warehouses to aid female trafficking. And Jade was being accused o