Her get back

The driver was resistant but he couldn’t protest.

After more than thirty minutes of driving in silence, the car arrived at a tall building with sleek glass.

The building exudes elegance and success, and one wouldn’t doubt before investing.

The driver came to open the door for her and as she stepped out, she was hit by the cool breeze which sent her hair flying back.

She found her way into the company and when she got to the reception, the receptionist bowed her head, welcoming her.

With a smile on her flawless face, the receptionist spoke, “Welcome to…”

“Where’s Harry’s office?” She cuts her off.

The smile disappeared from the lady’s face with the same speed it came. “Excuse me, miss. You can’t just come barging into the company and asking for the CEO’s office. You have to schedule a meeting with him. Or have you? Do you have an appointment with him?” The girl questioned, trying so hard not to sound rude.

Zara scoffed loudly. “I don’t need an appointment to see Harry.”

“Everyone needs an appointment to see him. Who do you think you are?” The lady lashed out, already loosing her cool.

From the last question, Zara confirmed the lady didn’t know who she was. She placed her hands on the counter table and exhaled, “I’m Zara Wellington.”

As expected, the lady’s jaws dropped in awe.

Her mouth was opened for some seconds before she realized and closed it. Her eyes roamed around Zara’s features, observing every single trait.

“It’s true.” She muttered. She turned quickly to the other side, and Zara could swear she heard her laughing quietly.

“Miss Zara.” Zara looked back when she heard a familiar voice. It was the driver.

“I spoke to Mr Harry on the phone and he’s quite busy, he wants me to take you home immediately.” He reported.

“Where’s his office?” She asked, ignoring what he just said.

“But ma…”

“His office!” She raised her voice.

Having no choice, the driver led the way, but he was stopped by the receptionist who rushed to his front.

“You can’t just go in. He’s having a meeting.”

“I know, but she insists on seeing him.” The driver told her.

“Well, you don’t have to be scared of her. She’s no one now. Can’t you see how she looks? Her dad disowned her years ago and now she has nothing. She’s just a poor lady now, not even middle class…”

“What are you implying?” He was confused.

“I’m saying she doesn’t have any special right to go in when she doesn’t have an appointment with him.”

Zara scoffed. She pushed the girl out of the way and as she walked, she said to the driver, “Remind me to have her sacked.”

“Yes ma.” He replied, rushing to the front so he could lead the way.

When they got to the office door, it was half opened.

“I’ll wait here.” The driver said.

Without saying a word to him, she opened the door widely and walked into the office.

She met him talking to someone and from where she stood, she couldn’t see the person.

She walked to the table and came face to face with Kimberly.

“What are you doing here?” From Harry’s tone, she could tell he was surprised and a little bit annoyed.

“Chill, I didn’t come for you.” She replied, her gaze focused on the beautiful lady who had her hair packed in a ponytail and her lips painted with red lipstick.

She looked young and astonishing, the opposite of Zara.

“It’s true, you’re back to California.” Kimberly was awed. She stared thoroughly at Zara and bursted into laughter. “The fuck?! You look like a clown.

Zara’s fists clenched tightly. She took deep breaths to calm herself.

She stared at Harry who had a confused look on his face and her lips curved into a smile.

“Darling.” She approached him. “I thought of bringing you lunch but couldn’t settle for the perfect meal to bring, so I brought myself.” She sat on his laps, trailing her hands on his tie.

Harry’s brows furrowed. “Zara what are you doing?!”

She signaled him with her eyes. “Ohhhh, I forgot you have a visitor.” She stood up, a smirk lingering on the corner of her lips.

“Harry. What is going on?” Kimberly asked. Her face which had held a mocking smile was now etched in a deep frown.

Harry wanted to say a word but Zara beats him to it.

“Are you done with what you came here for. I’ll like to have a private conversation with my fiancé.”

“Fiancé?” Kimberly was taken aback.

“Yes. Have a problem with that?” Zara raised her brows.

Kimberly was too stunned to speak. Her lips parted but no words came out.

“Hey Kim.” Harry cooed and her gaze moved to him.

“Ye-yeah?”

“Sorry for the interruption. Please give me a minute.”

“But…” She thought he asked her to leave but a sigh escaped her lips when he stood up, muttered something to Zara and left the office.

When Harry was out of sight, Zara moved closer to Kimberly, raised her chin and flashed her an intimidating smile. “I guess I’m not settling for less after all .”

“It’s unbelievable. You are married!” Kimberly half yelled.

Zara’s smile disappeared at the thought of Felix. “Was.” With that being said, she walked out of the office.

As soon as she got outside, she met Harry waiting there and her heart skipped a beat when she saw how angry he looked.

“What was the meaning of that?” He enquired angrily.

“It’s…”

“Go home, get your things and get out of my house! If this is why you want us to get married then I’m totally not interested in stunt like this… What on earth is wrong with you?”

“Why are you making a big deal out of this?” She flared up. “Kimberly and I had some past and I just wanted to show her that I’m more than what she thinks…”

Harry touched his forehead with his index finger, it was clear he was frustrated. “You know what? I’m not doing this anymore. If you want money I can help you with money, but I’m not getting married to you.”

He turned to leave but what she said made him stop halfway.

“Before I eloped with Felix, my dad promised to make be the CEO of his second branch here in California.”

“And?” He asked, turning back to her.

“I promise I’m not capping. If he accepts me back, he’s going to make me the CEO, and that means I can make decisions for the company. I might just be able to help with the launch of your new company, trust me. But if you let me go know, there’s no way you’ll get help somewhere else.”

Silence.

Harry was quiet, obviously thinking about what she just said.

“Our marriage isn’t going to benefit just me, see it from my end.” She added.

“Quick analysis. Next time you behave that way, I won’t care about the benefit.” His voice was stern, she could tell he was serious.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes.

He made to go back in but she grabbed his hand and he cast her a questioning stare.

“Get the receptionist sacked.”

“What did she do?” He asked, staring between her and his wristwatch.

“She is rude. She laughed at me.”

“Your business not mine.” He pushed her hand off and walked back into his office.