Chapter 9: Flashback

It's about three months since I took over this branch as the manager.

Life has been good and I'm not complaining.

It's also over four months since that lame excuse of a man eloped with my bitch of a best friend. 

To say I've moved on will be pure lying but to be sincere, I'm struggling to.

The intercom on my table buzzes as I get myself engrossed in thoughts. 

I tap on the button and the receptionist's voice comes through.

“Good afternoon madam.”

“Good afternoon Daisy, can I help you.”

I ask in my bored tone.

“Not really madam, but there's a guy here who wants to see you.”

She says.

“Does he have an appointment?”

I ask.

“He doesn't but he says it's urgent and crucial.”

“It's okay, let him in.”

Who might be this guy who insists to see me?

I can't stop asking my