Chapter 8

DAVID

"Honey" my mum called but my eyes were on the unfamiliar man I saw his hands around my mother. Am not angry about that, I mean I know my mum. She hardly give a man a chance since dad died but it's kinda odd with this particular man.

"Um... Honey this is Mr Fredrick Charles, Fredrick this is my son, Da..."

"Ambassador David Peterson. You are quite popular you know?" He spoke up cutting mum off and extended his hand for a handshake.

I just looked at him and then his hand. I'll say am just studying him. What power does he have over my mother that made her allow him to even hold her? Mum is a hard nut to crack but he has managed to crack her.

He redrew his hand seeing that am not going to take it.

"Well um.... Fredrick was just leaving" mum said and he looked at her.

"Right" he said smiling. "I'll see you later then" he said to mum who just looked away.

"Bye" he said to us both and left the office.

Mum sat on her seat and I sat opposite her desk. She sighed and looked up at me. She