Kisha boarded a taxi to Brian’s office. Since it was her first time there, she was a little lost. Luckily, she met the receptionist who recalled her from their wedding pictures online. “Mrs. Wright, how may I help you?” She let out a kind smile and asked. Kisha smiled back, saying, “I am here to see Brian.” “I have not seen him leave, which means he is in his office but his secretary should know more,” The receptionist said, as she glanced at the secretary’s office, which was transparent due to the glass compartment. Seeing it was not occupied, she leveraged, “That is Mr. Wright’s office but I don’t know where his secretary is. Perhaps to serve his morning coffee.” Hearing morning coffee, Kisha’s heart twitched a little. “Thank you,” she said to the receptionist, and without knocking, she opened the secretary’s office door, and went through to Brian’s. Indeed, Linda was serving Brian’s coffee, and seeing Kisha, Brian smiled. Linda did not know that someone had walked into the offic
Kisha calmed herself. If anything, she did not want to cause Brian any form of embarrassment “Is there anything wrong with that? Companies reshuffle every time and you seem to be stuck in the same position for two years. You should be happy that I put in a word for you,” she leveraged, not refusing the accusation against her. Linda was distressed. She only guessed but it turned out to be true. Being Brian’s secretary was her only way of getting close to him. She’s been at it for the past two years and was not ready to give up. “I might just be a secretary but I am paid better than most people,” she said directly, hinting that she did not appreciate Kisha’s so-called help. Kisha stared at her with revolt. “Is that so?” she asked with feigned seriousness. “How about I ask Brian to give you a 20% raise?” She asked again. “Will that be enough? Look, I’m being nice because, in a way, you feel inconvenienced,” Kisha concluded. Seeing that her first plan was not working, and Kisha was not
“I want her fired. I don’t care about the nasty things she said to me but for her to call Aunt Abigail a housewife, enjoying Uncle Tony’s hard-earned money as a stay-at-home wife, I can’t bring myself to forgive or see her working in this company ever again,” Kisha explained painfully. Abigail was one of the women she respected so much even when she didn’t know that she would one day be getting married to her son. Seeing the seriousness and anger in her tone, Brian was upset that Linda had the guts to speak to Kisha like that but also, she involved his mother. From the chilliness emitted by the president when he was addressing Linda, even the managers were on edge in their seats. “You said that about my mother?” Brian asked in a low growl, staring daggers at the battered face that had turned extremely ugly. “And what did you call my wife?” His voice tone was becoming dangerous, as he tried to suppress his fury. “I…. I…. Mr.….” Linda was finding it hard to form a sentence from Brian
Brian chuckled and explained, “No. I’m just afraid. What if she had fought back or hit you with something?” Kisha was about to say that no one could defeat her in a fight but then, Brian added, “Or what if you got injured or fell? Don’t forget that you might be pregnant and not know it.” Seeing the direction of the conversation and the level of care in his voice, she was filled with remorse. Indeed, violence never pays. “I will control my temper better next time,” she vowed but Brian shook his head, extending her yard of confusion. “I’m not saying that you should not defend yourself or let people walk over you. What I mean to say is, if you want to hit someone, call me to do it for you. I will hate myself for you getting injured because I could not protect you,” he said with a sad countenance. Kisha smiled and replied, “I get it.” A month later, Brian went with Kisha to Kalen’s wedding. A day after, they were invited to dinner by their parents but it was hosted by Tony and Abigail.
Isaac adjusted Tony's bow tie for the last time, his mind heavy from the memories they shared, his heart braced with complicated emotions. "At long last, you are getting married. Now I'm going to be the only Bachelor in M city."Tony was rather neutral. Marriage to him wasn't a big deal. It was just two lovers announcing to the world their intent to live the rest of their lives together, nothing special. "Don't get emotional. We are still best friends.""But now, Ashley is going to have all your time," Isaac expressed his fear. He understood the essence of marriage that ones' partner came first but Tony the groom, had a rather weird notion."Most of it but not all," he stared at himself proudly in the mirror and said. He had the looks and the playboy vibe all over him, even on this special day."There can't be any more strip clubs," Isaac reminded him but Tony thought otherwise. He shook his head."I don't think that can be erased. You of all peopl
Three Hours Earlier Ivy arrived at the wedding venue earlier to put things together. Overindulgence and quintessence was the trademark of the Wrights family and all designers had assembled to give the event the explicit venue it deserved. Walking to and fro to ensure that everything was up to the Wrights standard, the corner of Ivy's eyes caught a familiar figure. From her model figure, poise and etiquette, it surpassed no other than Ashley, who was supposed to be with her bridesmaids. Instead, she was responding to the flirtatious advances of Richard Wood, the eldest son of the Woods family in the corridor of her hotel room. The wedding was being held in the auditorium of the Wrights luxury hotel in M City. At first, Ivy took no interest but when Richard Woods kissed her sharply on the lips, she couldn't hold it anymore. She had seen them a couple of times throughout the wedding preparations but now, she felt even more unsettled.
"Tony, the priest is waiting," Isaac tapped him for the umpteenth time before he came out of his trance. He was deflated and lost the courage to do this. One moment, he was going to marry the love of his life and the next moment, he was getting married to a stranger. It wasn't how he imagined his life with his future wife. He tried to put up a good show but the pain was simply hard to miss. He was broken. The auditorium had blown up in murmurs and not only was Abigail's palms sweaty but her stockings felt wet from the nervous heat christening her. Her body seemed to not feel the low temperature of the air-conditioner anymore. She couldn't meet the mocking eyes around her, bowing her head slightly in embarrassment. She never wanted this but she couldn't watch her father die. A burst of mocking chuckle closed up on her, sucking the only strength she had left. Not having enough energy after being malnourished for a long time, she felt weak. How could she not have known that her stepmot
Ivy spurt into a peal of nervous laughter. "What do you think is wrong with her? She's just twenty, never been under so much pressure. She's overwhelmed with everything. It's nothing serious," she assured him.Tony frowned. "Twenty? She looks like she's twelve. Too thin."Ivy was taken off guard, not expecting Tony to make those observations in a woman he didn't like but the fact was staring her in the face. Tony had had too much experience with women and didn't need a doctor to know that something was wrong with the woman his mother brought for him. Ivy couldn't tell Tony the truth. He would despise Abigail. "She is petite. Nothing serious. Everything happened so...ehm…I mean so fast, she's being nostalgic," she tactfully said but her actions spoke otherwise and Tony was too smart to not notice."Then why are you nervous and stuttering? I never heard you stammer before. Besides, she is the lightest woman I have ever carried. Doesn't she eat? She seems to