Missed Her

"Connor am seriously on my way, you have no idea what the traffic here looks like",  Timothy Martin spoke on phone as he opened his car door to look at the abnormal traffic. "You know, today is the boss' first day in office-" "I know, you've repeated that close to a hundred times now, why is he even in office on a Saturday?" Timothy sounded exhausted, he had been up all night, recording the boss' return party and had not even an ounce of sleep. "It's crucial, just get your sleepy head here before he arrives". Connor was the boss' assistant. He hung up, Timothy squinted at his phone and threw it on the driver's seat, life without an assistant is surely taxing. He muttered as he scanned the traffic, leaning on his vehicle.

There were all different type of cars, he began by assessing their appearances and mused as he observed the angry and impatient drivers. "Hehe, am not the only one going to be late it seems," he scoffed. Just as he yawned and turned to get back in his car, his eyes landed on a beauty he had never imagined. Timothy Martin, the famous and most sought after photographer, in all his years of work had never come across a model like the one walking toward him right now. His sleepy head immediately snapped and he immediately reached out into his car and grabbed his camera then took some photos.

The slight morning sun did justice to Cynthia's temperament, she walked casually unaware of the commotion and pulled out her phone when it buzzed. "Hey Daphne."

Timothy was dumbfounded, he switched his camera to the video function and filmed Cynthia as she walked amidst the cars nonchalantly. The different colours of the cars mixed up with the morning sun and Cynthia's natural charm amused Timothy, the video did not warrant editing. As Cynthia hung up the call, she looked at the time and her expression shifted. She immediately rushed forward, practically running and moved passed Timothy, who remained bewildered. She moved and disappeared in the the traffic before his eyes and it took him a few minutes to regain himself, what was that? He looked towards the direction she had fled and then sighed, I missed her...

Drake sat in his car reading through the documents in the file when he received a call "hello mom", "you brat is that how I raised you? "What time is it huh," Drake removed the phone from his ears until she stopped ranting. "Good morning mommy," he said in a sultry voice  when he took the phone back, there was silence on the other side

Drake ".  "

"Are you playing with me Wilson?" She said in a voice with feigned sternness. Drake chuckled, his mother never changed, she would fall for the slightest charm and forget she had been mad at him minutes ago. "Where are you?" "On the road,"

"what is it, you should be in office it's almost midday-," "traffic mom."

"Okay I'll be there too, so make it quick" "okay mom" she hung up immediately. Drake looked outside through the window and the cab the beauty had been in started moving. "Traffic's clearing up Sir" the driver spoke carefully, Drake hummed.

It was five minutes past the agreed time when Amanda arrived at V&M fashion, it was a towering fifty floored storey building with glass windows allover. Cynthia was amazed and momentarily forgot she was late. Across the street from the beautiful building was the imposing Wallace Group building that she had always seen in business news, Cynthia took in her environment and sighed, this is good, with a small smile she walked in.

Being a Saturday, only a few workers were scheduled for work, she walked up straight to the receptionist. Outside, immediately Cynthia walked into the V&M building, Timothy Martin drove into the parking space of the building across the street, his fingers shaking from excitement.

"Hello Miss I'm Cynthia Frost." The receptionist, who had been occupied lifted her head to see the speaker and was taken aback. She looked at Cynthia in awe and momentarily forgot to speak, "uh excuse me Miss", Cynthia politely waved her hands Infront of her face. "Oh am sorry", the receptionist said stattering.

"You said-" "I'm Cynthia Frost" Cynthia repeated and picked a card from her bag and slid it across the counter to the receptionist. She read the card and looked at Cynthia, surprise filled in her eyes, "uhhm, you can take the elevator to the top floor", "huh?" Cynthia replied confused. The receptionist smiled, "Miss Frost, your appointment is already arranged, top floor".

"Uh okay," she quickly walked toward the elevators under the scrutinizing gaze of the receptionist. Cynthia got into the elevator and pressed the button to  the last floor.