Chapter 6: The Contract

It’s morning … Kisha yawned.

She couldn’t believe she slept in a bathtub soaked in cold water, definitely gonna be sick.

It’s 7:00am already, 7am, 7am trying to recall what’s happening by 7:00am.

Ohhh no ! Corey… She got up, took a quick bath, picked out a black suit and pants from her wardrobe with black matching heels to complete her looks. Her hair tied in a bun, a little bit of makeup to highlight her face; She felt secure.

She booked a ride to Legacy Woodwork, the journey was silent and she didn’t want it to end.

Ma’am we are here, Kisha paid him and got down wishing a nice day ahead.

The aura surrounding this company was something she could never fathom in a million years. She was proud of him, that's certain.

Legacy Woodwork remains the No.1 top furniture company in the whole country, far and beyond Stark City.

Rumors spread that he was ruthless in the business world, manipulative and cold. He was feared and respected by all.

Kisha braced herself and she walked in the company passing the receptionist without baiting an eye.

Excuse me, excuse me miss… the receptionist pulled her aggressively by the arm.

Are you blind not to see that you have to go to me? You just barged in like you own this place.

The receptionist gave her a dirty look.

Look! Don't be stupid tell your boss that Miss Prime is in the lobby.

He couldn’t care less if you’re in the lobby, I know what your problem is. The receptionist returned to her post and brought out $5 from her bag. Here, take it and go fuck yourself …. She shoved the money in Kisha’s palm.

“Are you really sure you want to fuck with me?” Kisha scoffed.

Call your boss and tell him ….

Okay then fine, I’ll tell him his bitch is here.

Kisha lost it and gave her a deafening slap, both cheeks.

I’ll make sure you get fired, she looked her in the eyes and she said those words.

Before things could get messy, his assistant, Shawn, intervened.

Miss Prime, what an honour to have you here, Shawn smiled.

He summoned the bodyguard, get this waste out of here, she’s fired.

Her eyes widened, fired! No that can’t be, she was just doing her job.

“Mr Shawn please… I was just… she stammered”

Hold it there! I don’t care what you were doing, you’ll get your pay in advance, pack up Miss Prime is irritated by your presence.

The receptionist knelt before Kisha, pleading, tears filled her eyes.

Ma'am, I am so sorry. I swear I won’t make a silly mistake, I promise.

Her head was spinning, she didn’t want her to lose her job but it’s not her call, she needed to learn her lesson.

Shawn saw through Kisha and led her immediately to the elevator.

“I hate you ! I hate rich people like you, rot in hell” the receptionist cried out as she was thrown out.

Inside the elevator there was dead silence between them.

She didn’t have the energy to say anything. Shawn knew everything that’s happening,he wasn’t ready to drop the bomb on her.

We are here ma’am.

Kisha stepped out, walked confidently towards Corey.

He was discussing with someone, the physique looked familiar.

Look who we have here, your daughter, well.. well.

He had that satisfied look on his face when he saw Kisha’s expression to see her father with him.

All the colour on her face faded.

“Kisha dear, come join us” He said with so much tenderness.

She shakes her head, what are you doing here dad ?

You’ll get to know only if you sit down and we all talk.

She took her seat far from her dad and Corey.

Dear, Mr Lawson signed a multimillion deal with our company, lasting for 5 years.

More like a temporary merge and I want you to head this project.

Why me? Am not your only child … definitely not your favourite.

Behave, will you? He gave her a stern look..

Corey, witnessing the drama unfold, Corey was dissatisfied with Robert’s tone with Kisha.

Mr Prime you shouldn’t force her if she isn’t willing to take up the task; although I’m aware of her capabilities in this business.

No, no she is able and willing,isn’t it?

He squeezed her hand tightly, pulled her in for a hug.

There’s nothing to worry about dear, I am sure you’ll exceed my expectations.

“I hope your mother will be safe after refusing me here” he whispered.

Kisha became stii. The hair on her body stood, goosebumps they say.she knew what this monster is capable of doing.

All her life all he ever did was blackmail her, she’s his puppet that was clear to her.

She gulped, almost choking, I am … uhm … I mean Prime Anchor and Ash Furniture is willing and able to work with Legacy Woodwork.

Good. Great partnership.

My lawyer will draw the binding contract and send it over A&A Furniture, I suggest yours also do the same.

This meeting is over, he stands up and gives Mr Robert Prime a handshake.

“We will do great things together” Robert gave a warm smile.

Let me walk you to the door, he offered.

Robert holds on to his walking stick, not leaning on it, stands straight, and suddenly you remember he’s a 6 '3 even with a limp. Terrifying.

Belonged to his father, grandfather. Tycoon dynasty.

He doesn’t need it, but he’d never been seen without it. He doesn’t use his finger, the stick determines who speaks next.

He turned, Kisha dinner at 7:00pm don’t be late.

He walked out feeling victorious, he was going to crush the generation of Lawson.

Kisha is his biggest pawn in the game. He knows the relationship they shared and was willing to use it to his advantage.

Corey sits down staring at her; she looks pale.

The urge to ask her if she was alright crosses his mind but he shook it off.

“What have you done”? She said in a weak voice.

Don’t you get it? My father doesn't play fair. He’s planning something big behind this binding contact and I hope you don’t regret it.

“She spoke in a fit of rage”

Her head, spinning. Her temperature high from all the drama happening, she reaches for something: chair, wall, him. Her eyes didn’t focus.

She doesn’t crumple pretty. Knees buckle. She goes down hard. Her head misses the coffee table by inches.

Arms under her knees and back in one motion. Like he’s done it before. Like his body remembered hers. “Got you. I got you”