“The long story cut short is that another company is stealing our clients, so we have five days to close this acquisition deal. If not, Mr. Stanford Smith with make our lives a living hell,” he explained.She sat quietly lounging on her chair. “And how does that concern me? He doesn’t know me,” she blew softly on her finger nails. Donovan huffed, he stared in awe. “You work here now Catherine and you’d get a monthly salary for your efforts to evade a tragedy with our current situation,” he explained.“Well if you say it like then,” she grinned. He sighed, “Kenny, you’ll work with her, I’ll think of other means to solve the problem,” he instructed giving Kenny an apprehensive look. He nodded, understanding what Donovan said.His affirming Catherine as his girlfriend had caused an emotional upheaval. It most definitely stared up some old memories for Lily. She was upset, and now she was using his only weakness against him, the company.Lily was Donovan’s first love. After the pen incide
“Now was it so bad?” he asked. She shook her head, her lips formed a thin line, “We should probably head back to the office,” she suggested. “Absolutely not, the nurse said to get some rest,” he scolded. “But we need to work and eat,” she cried.“Alright, I’ll take you back to you apartment”“No,” she yelled, “I have a new roommate. Those girls are always half naked,” she warned.“Donovan’s apartment?” he suggested.“Better.” They walked back to the car slowly because Catherine was still feeling little dizzy.“At least you weren’t concussed,” he said.“It was a slight head bump,” she said.“Yeah, but you acted like you lost a limb.” Catherine glared at him, “Stop teasing me!” she punched Kenny in the arm. She flinched, pulling her arm away. “I think I broke a bone.”“You want to go back,” Kenny motioned towards the hospital laughing. “Absolutely not.”He laughed opening the car door for her. “Hey, my wine,” she screamed.“I am a man of my word,” Kenny said, “We’ll stop by the mall.” S
“Car accident,” he said nonchalantly. Donovan started to breathe heavily. “Are you okay, what’s wrong?” she asked. He chuckled then started laughing, “You should have seen the look on your face,” he said. Catherine paused, “Are you crazy, I thought you were dying!” she clenched her fists. “Bro, that was fucked up,” she had tears in her eyes. He felt really bad for her. Nobody ever resonated with him the way Catherine did. She got sad when he was sad and happy when he was happy. It really got him thinking, was she getting attached to him? He was so scared of getting attached to someone and being abandoned. Even if all his relationships in the past had been orchestrated by his grandfather, he never brought himself to love anyone of them. He never could. The fear of loving and loosing, the fear of disappointing a man who put so much faith in him, he couldn’t bear to loose. He would much rather lose love than lose at life. Becoming emotionally dependent on another person would make hi
On the highest floor of Zenith inc were gathered well dressed business men referred to as ‘the board of directors’. As expected they were there to go through the current business insights and sales report of the company. It wasn’t a rare sight.It actually happened once every three months. The dormant partners were also tapped in for the meeting. They participated with telecommunication devices as they were mysterious and liked to keep their identities hidden.The meetings which were impromptu were emergency meetings, ones where the capabilities of the current employees and management were questioned. Those happened seldom and always hauled in at atmosphere of worry and concern within the board members.Today was not one of days where the horrible meetings happened. This wasn’t one where shareholders and members of the board gather to query the financial standing of the company in real life.On the contrary, this one of those occasions where the tenacity and tact of the people on top
“Alright, I’ll be with you shortly, sir. I’d like to get a few things,” he said. Stanford smiled, “We’ll take my car, I’ll be waiting.” He was too eager. Donovan began to think there was an ulterior motive. He canceled all his appointments for the day, then headed downstairs to the underground parking lot. Donovan stopped in his tracks. He wondered what had been so important for such a proud man to personally request his presence at home. He continued walking, spotting his grandfather’s new Maybach S680 was parked neatly. He approached the car and was greeted by Stanford’s personal bodyguard, who held the door open for him. Donovan slipped into the back seat where his grandfather sat. “Are you okay? What’s that look on your face about?” “I’m alright,” Donovan responded. He was thinking about Catherine, who was alone in his apartment, waiting to hear the good news about their victory. “Drive!” Stanford instructed the chauffeur. He obeyed immediately as the car engine turn
“The sooner you understand that my attachment is not to this place but to you, the better,” she smiled fondly. “I like you, Donovan.” He was flushed. Was Catherine a day drinking? What was he going to say to her? She liked him? Donovan never knew the idea of love growing up. After his father left, everything turned sour. “I like you so much that I can’t help myself sometimes,” she said with a broad smile across her face. Her smile completely faded. “But how can I like someone I don’t know?” He stared at her intensely. What did she mean she didn’t know him? His heart sunk into his chest. “What do you mean?” he asked. “I know your name, your house, the names of all your family members, your company—” she paused, staring down with a wry smile pasted on her face. It was actually true. She knew nothing about him, and he knew a lot about her. Some things he found out on his own because of how open and honest she had been, others he found through Jerry. “Donovan, I don’t know you!” she sa
One week, two weeks and now three, the feeling of being watched plagued him. Donovan couldn’t tell whether his mind was playing tricks on him. The engine of his car purred as he made a way into the underground parking lot. He jumped out of his car almost immediately as his eye caught a not so distant shadow. It had now been happening too often. He would see faint shadows around and when he went in to see what it was, there would be nothing but emptiness and absolute silence. What was this new sinking feeling? He had always had confidence, but lately it seemed like everything was going to shit. Who could he trust? He scanned the area before jumping into the elevator. Donovan had been acting off for a while. He glanced out of the window after pulling up the blinds that covered the kitchen windows. He saw no one. Donovan shook his head as his thoughts were in complete disarray. He paced back and forth, glancing through the large space. “The whole street is empty. What is wrong wi
“Hello, am I on to Catherine Flora?” the voice spoke from the other end of the phone. She glanced at the caller ID once more, an unknown number. She didn’t get calls often, so anytime she did, she got a little tensed. Could it be mum or dad? Who wants to talk to me? Who wants to see me? Her heart would race in anticipation of something good, promising even. Was it just wishful thinking? “Yes, you are,” Catherine said hesitantly. Who was this strange female calling her? She couldn’t recognize the voice. It was definitely not her mother. “Here,” she hears the lady say, then some rustling follows before the phone is passed and she hears a familiar voice. What is happening? “Catherine, hello.” Catherine tries to decipher who the distressed voice belongs to. “Keila?” she takes a guess. But why would Keila be calling her? How did she get her number? She pauses to think, then remembers she gave it to her in the dressing room some weeks ago. “Yes, can you come pick me up?” her voice pul