CHAPTER 12: HOW MUCH

Paul took out his cell phone and texted Mr. Bombwe. “You need to do something, your daughter is hard but to crack. She has declined even friendship.”

*Take her slowly, woe her as I plan out* come the reply.

Paul wiped his mouth, stood up, settled the bill and walked out furiously.

“I am tired, I am doing this, just because of the company,” Paul replied before walking towards the parking lot.

“Was walking out on me, necessary, is loving you a crime?” he asked Ivana with his hands pocketed.

“I am not the right person, Paul. Stop wasting your time. The earlier, the better,” Ivana replied with her eyes on the cellphone.

She was texting someone.

“Don't force me to be hard on you, or your dad. Don't blame me if your dad's company ceases operations by tomorrow,” Paul said, then walked to his car.

Ivana was busy on her cellphone and she was not even bothered with what he had just said.

Instead of walking to Paul's car. She walked out and boarded a taxi.

She gave the direction to the taco driv