Chapter Three

"Good morning. Mr.Wilson wants to see you," he said to the record keeper.

"Ok, I will be with him shortly," he expressed. The record keeper quickly gathered what he had recorded in one place. He packed them and headed to meet Mr.Wilson.

'Is this a record Mr. Darin? Go back and correct the errors or you lose your job,' those words echoed within his head. Mr. Darin remembered how he lashed at him. He didn't want that to repeat itself.

He walked gently with fear all over him towards Mr. Wilson, thinking profusely. His is shaking within him and he hoped he won't be lashed at.

"Walk here quickly. God damn it! You are too slow," Mr. Wilson expressed with so much disgust that made Mr. Darin feared even more.

He walked hurriedly to him, "good morning sir," he tossed with his voice shaking like a toddler.

"Hand over the record," Mr. Wilson ordered without giving a damn about his greeting.

Mr. Darin stretched the record to him, while his hand kept shaking.

Mr. Wilson stared at it for a while before he collected the record, "give me the courtesy, Mr. Darin! I am not a monster. Stop shaking before me like a toddler," he whimpered from his cavity with his face all frowned and sternly looking at him.

Mr. Darin couldn't stop his body from shaking. The more the boss speaks harshly, the more his body shakes.

Mr. Wilson didn't give a damn about his God forsakened body. He focused on the record by first checking how neat the book is.

He nodded his head, "you are becoming neat this days Mr. Darin," he emptied out of his vocals.

Mr. Darin couldn't speak or smile, he kept silent to avoid insults, still, he is getting embarrassed in the front of other employees.

He feel like the ground should open its mouth for him to enter.

Mr. Wilson opened the pages of the record to see how many fabrics have been sold and how many have been produced. He flipped through the record pages bit by bit.

When he noticed what he had in there will take time, he signalled with his palms to Mr. Darin so that he could leave.

Happy Mr. Darin sighed heavily. His mind relaxed in a bit. He walked hurriedly away from his terrifying presence.

'Gosh! This man will never disappoint,' he reasoned wildly within him. His shaky body stopped instantly.

Mr. Wilson scanned through the pages of the record gently. After a thorough glance, "this is highly impressive," he said with a lot of surprise. He didn't expect such from Mr. Darin of all the workers within the industry.

"Give this to Mr.Darin. I need to get into my office at once," he said slowly, making sure Jim got a hang of the information he is passing across.

"Ok sir," he collected the record from him and head to meet Mr. Darin.

Mr. Wilson walked gently to his office. 'Well, well, well… we here again,' he retorted with a smile all over his face. He is happy to be at the office.

Not long after, Jim walked into his office gently, "I have done what you asked, sir," he emptied, hoping the boss will bid him farewell for the day. He is damn tired of the work around.

"Ok good. Please call me the secretary," he expressed with a keen look.

"Ok sir," Jim walked out of his office to get the secretary.

Mr. Wilson stared around his luxurious office; highly decorated.

After a while, Jim stepped in with his secretary.

"Good morning sir," his secretary greeted once again. This time with a reluctant voice.

Mr. Wilson noticed her voice, " Mrs. Sandra Howell… are you tired of your job?" He let the words slip through his lips swiftly.

'Gosh!' she retorted within, "I am sorry Sir," her voiced cracked out as she tried to get a hold on herself.

"It is better you know what you are doing," he said with a frown.

Mrs. Sandra cleared her throat from the crack in his voice.

"So, what is in my to-do list," he asked, keenly focusing on his secretary.

The secretary hisses inaudibly, "you are going to visit a super market near the under developed road down the street. You also have a meeting with a textile firm by 3pm today. You have….," He didn't let her complete the to-do list, instead, he cuts her.

"That's ok. I guess i will head to the super market now. Since it's 1pm," he puked from his vocals.

Sandra Howell knows he is not in anyway talking to her, so she held her peace.

"Jim! I guess we have to go," he said with a smile and stand from his chair.

Jim nodded his hand and opened the door for his boss. Mr. Wilson stepped out gently from his office.

Jim banged the door behind him while they both walk up to the car situated at Mr. Wilson's garage.

Jim opened the door of the car for his boss. Mr. Wilson entered into his car gently. He adjusted himself, haven sit properly. Jim closed the closed of his car gently.

He entered the driver's seat and he kicks the engine. He switched on the AC.

'Wow, this is incredible,' Lucia marvelled with a smile on her face. She crossed the road and walked into the classy super market she saw earlier.

The interior of the super market is highly decorated. Lucia couldn't get enough of its beauty. Her mouth widened with shock as she admired the whole setting.

Not quite long, a black beautiful car packed at the front of the super market.

Jim intentionally blared the horn of the car which called the attention of the people within the super market.

Lucia glared through the glass to see who is it.

"You will soon loose your job, Jim!" He puked out of his lips.

Jim shuddered and get down of the car.

Mr. Wilson stayed within until Jim opened the door for him.

He adjusted his dress after he had stepped down from the car.

Jim locked the car doors as they walked into the super market.

"Good afternoon sir," a person greeted.

Mr. Wilson waved at the person without saying a word. He walked into the super market with Jim; his driver.

He stared around, for a while before his eye spotted the young, hot damsel standing towards one of the workers. His mind accelerated within him, 'WTF!' he retorted within, because her beauty blared at him like the police sirene.

'I want this girl,' the words slipped out his lips gently while his imagination ran wild within him.

'oh I need you,' he heard the voice of the beautiful lady hunk at him within his imaginations.

At the moment, he is lost within his fantasy.