Ten

After this on-site work, there was no level of cajoling that would make Nita accept another on-site work. She was lost in her blissful sleep when the ringing of her phone brought her out of her sweet dreams. Her hands were wrapped around Nate, who moved closer to her as if he couldn’t have enough of his mother.

They had fun last night and had successfully sent Jimmy to his room before falling into this blissful position.

She yawned, removing her hand slowly from his body before checking her time.

It was well past eight.

Which meant one thing – she was late to work, and Nate was late to school. She sat up immediately, but then again, her phone started ringing.

She frowned at the call from Mia.

Damn it.

She wasn’t going to hear the end of it from her best friend, but ignoring Mia’s call was not an option because she wouldn’t stop calling her until she picked up.

She picked up and cleared her throat.

“NITA GREEN, WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU?” she had to remove the phone from her ear before Mia renders her deaf.

“On my way to work.” She lied through her teeth.

Mia groaned, “I can tell you’re just waking up, right. I received a call from Carl asking if he had done anything to offend Cyborg, as she hasn’t resumed today.”

Nita moved to the bathroom, her phone on speaker. “Sorry, Mia. Honestly, I’m just not used to this office work of a thing. I’ll try harder.”

Finally, Mia voice softens on the phone, “You know we can make life easier for you if you just announce that you are Cyborg.”

Again, with those tactics, Nita rolled her eyes, “And have the press invade mine and Nate’s life. Thank you. I’ll rather go through this hell called office work. But this is the last time I am doing this.”

She heard Mia sighed, “It okay, love. But, apart from work, how’s every other thing? Did you meet, Mr. Handsome?”

She knew who she was asking about, and the last thing Nita wanted to discuss early in the morning, while rushing to work was her ex husband, or probably, husband, considering the fact that she didn’t sign the divorce paper.

“I’m late to work, Mia. We’ll talk later.”

Before Mia can squeeze another word through her phone, Nita hangs up. She sighed when she looked at her wristwatch again. She was totally late. She made a call to Jimmy to help her with Nate, while she did the world fastest record of dressing up.

By the time she was done, it was almost Nine-Thirty.

Thankfully, Jimmy could handle everything that had to do with Nate, so she left him in his care. The ride to her office was just as wild as her dressing; she had to speed up to get there.

When she got to the office, all eyes were on her. It was unlike the previous day when no one had taken notice of her, but today, it felt like everyone had taken notice of her. They whispered as she moved towards her office, and she wondered if she had something on her face or cloth.

But, Nita knew for a fact that she looked beautiful, regardless of the fact that she had dressed up in a hurry.

When she got to her office, her seat was gone, and there were words on her table. She moved closer to it until she could see them well – slut and whore and cheap bitch.

She turned around to read those words better, and she couldn’t help but wondered what she had done to deserve those names.

No one was willing to tell her a thing until a blonde came into her office. Her face was covered up in make-up, making it a bit hard to tell what she really looked like. She moved closer to her desk and stared at the words.

“I can see you finally see it yourself.”

Nita eyes moved back to the desk, she swallowed, and turned sharply to the blonde. “What’s the meaning of this? And who took my chair?”

Instead of the response she expected, the blonde had her own question, “So you think no one is going to know that you slept with the C.E.O. to get this job. It’s no wonder you are resuming late on your second day.”

Nita gaze zeroed in on her as she wondered how this rumour had started. Was it because she was late for a day?

She sighed, “So, where’s my chair?”

That didn’t seem like the response the blonde wanted to hear. She flared up. “You aren’t denying it, which means it’s true. Now I can see why Sam was so confident. You’re such a bitch and don’t deserve a seat in this company.”

She stormed out of her office without answering the question.

Nita felt a budding headache coming through, and she rubbed her forehead with her hand. When she decided to take this job, she had no idea it would come with so much drama.

But she wasn’t the type to give up in the face of challenges.

She was about moving out of the door when it opened, again. This time Mr. Moore walked in with a wide grin on his face. He took slow deliberate steps towards her desk, without a word. Nita watched him stop at her desk.

She watched him carefully examined the words on her table.

She watched as he slowly turned towards her; the wide grin ever present on his lips. “What did I tell you yesterday?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “Was this your doing?”

He didn’t bother hiding it. “You will be out of this company anytime soon. I told you yesterday, but you seem to underestimate my power in this organization. No one will believe a nobody like you.”

Nita arched a perfect brow at him, “And you believe so?”

He moved closer to her, leaving a deliberate small inch between them. “We can still change this if you want. It’s not too late. I want you, and I will do whatever it takes to have you.”

Nita nodded, “Including tarnishing my image.”

Sam shook his head, slowly, “Let’s call it, calling you to order. What do you say?”

Nita lips slowly moved into a smile which surprise him. “I say you will be gone before me.”