"Alright, shall we begin the meeting please?" The old man Ricky found cranky said loudly, impatience dripping from his tone. Ricky shook his head, wondering if he had been imagining the same man talk in a sing-song voice to the female CEO just few moments ago.
Standing, Ginger picked a lightpen and walked to the middle of the conference room to begin the presentation of the intended project.
The lights were switched off, casting the large room into a dimly-lit serious atmosphere with the projector being the only source of light. Ginger's loud voice echoed in the room, every attention focused on her British accent.
It was well-detailed, and even Ricky who wasn't easily pleased had to admit to himself that she had made adequate preparations.
Minutes later, after hands had been clapped to applaud Ginger for the efficiently done presentation and lights restored to the room, it was indicated that it was time for questions.
Jade had been flipping through the pages of the document before, wondering if this kind of chauvinism existed in a world where women were Monarch rulers and leaders of states. She had barely paid any attention to the young blonde's presentation, her mind in disarray at the content of the contract.
"I have a question." She began, adjusting herself in her seat to sit upright, as though it would make them see her point more easily.
"Go on." Ricky answered, supporting his well-trimmed beared jaw with his folded palms. She had been caught in a trance on seeing him looking so hot in his well-tailored designers' suit which had done nothing but emphasise his toned body.
She had almost lost her concentration to stare at him, but the moment that contract has been placed in front of her for review, she had regained her thoughts.
She had almost forgotten that this was the man who had worked in the background to pull down her company just because it might pose a threat to his.
She had almost forgotten that he fought dirty and had zero principles.
She cleared her throat, hoping to control her emotions before she began.
"According to this contract, we aren't only going to work on this deal together, but also merge to establish a company in South-Africa which would partner with Ashanti corporation. Am I wrong?"
"No, go on." Ricky replied with a wave of his hand.
"This means it isn't a company we will be pulling down anytime soon, if possible never at all, meaning my company and yours will be talking about something permanent?"
The word permanent, rolling off from her tongue stirred something like a pang in his chest, and another in his groin. He was getting mad, he told himself.
"Yes." The chairman of the board beat him to it, replying before he could say yes.
"Then I would suggest we set some things straight. According to this contract, I would own 35% of the shares, while Mr. Mears would own 45. Then, the rest would be divided among the three investors, shareholders and the board?"
"Yes, correct." Ricky replied immediately this time, as though afraid someone else would beat him to it again. He was beginning to act like a child, and worse was, didn't give a damn.
"May I ask why the shares aren't equal?"
It was as though someone had just announced a moment of silence for a while, for a tense quiet engulfed the room, so quiet was it that Ginger's attempt to adjust herself on her seat was heard and sounded disturbing.
"Anyone?" Jade asked again, bracing her elbows on the desk looking and around from Ricky to the members of the board. Finally, Ricky cleared his throat and said.
"We cannot have the same shares, Ms. Raymonds"
Arrogant much? She would give it to him. "And may I ask why?"
"Because..." But she interrupted him before he could complete his statement.
"You are a man, and I am a woman right?" Jade scoffed, crossing her legs, her eyes and tone taunting. Before anyone could answer, she continued.
"Do you find my company lacking as a partner?"
"No but..."
"Good. When you came to my company looking for the CEO, wasn't it because you wanted to partner with us? Because you as a business man recognised the company as one with potentials, true or false?"
"Stop cornering me, Ms. Raymonds" Everyone watched the interaction, saying nothing. The tense atmosphere raised the temperature a few degrees higher.
"Now you listen to me everyone of you in this room, if we are going to team up to make this deal a success, I suggest we drop every chauvinistic mentality we have here. Do you all understand me?"
.Gone was the all polite voice and personality she had been exuding. The lady in the room was strict and angry, her eyes and nose flaring, daring anyone to contradict her.
When no one responded, she turned to the investors. "I didn't know this would take place when I accepted this. Forgive me for disappointing you at the last minute but, I cannot work with Mr. Mears, or any other chauvinistic bastard. Excuse me."
With her shoulders and chin high, Jade grabbed her purse, ignoring the whispered murmurings. Just as she was about reaching the door, Ricky's voice rang out in the room.
"What if I were to edit the contract, and make you the owner of 45% shares, would you say yes to this?" There was a hidden desperation in his voice, dominated by his arrogance, so low it wouldn't have been noticed if she hadn't paid much attention to him.
"No, Mr. Mears, no matter what you do, I already made up my mind about you and your company. I refuse to bow to bullshit. Go find another toy, but don't come anywhere near my coporation, good bye."
Without acknowledging the board members who stood abruptly deliberating over whether to go after her or not, she walked swiftly out of the buildings, clenching her teeth to stop the tears pooling in her eyes.
She wasn't going to shed a tear, none of those obnoxious chauvinists deserved it.
She made his emotions a huddle of cacophony, pushing him into that state of euphoria and ecstatic madness and hunger. It was a kiss that expressed the feeling of raw desire which was mutual between them; unquenching thirst for each other driving them both, leading the way, making them mere passengers in the ride to Nirvana. He cuddled her neck, kissing her lips like the drink he had wanted, needed to be alive for a long time. He had missed her, and so had she, and they told this to one another without uttering a word. Their lips were the words, their touches every proof each needed to know how the other felt about them. It was he who broke the kiss, having been reminded by the medicine he inhaled on her neck that she was convalescing. He fought hard not to remember her fall, that traumatising memory being replaced by the reality of her finally being in his arms. He wasn't panting for breath, but his chest was heaving up and down, his pupils dilated wi
Ricky gulped down his second cup of coffee for the night, the bitterness of the strong black coffee making him clench his teeth. It was just as he had requested for it; black, strong. Yet he felt like calling the staff to ask for a change. But it was exactly what he needed at the moment after being awake for a long long time. It was either that or he would sleep all the way to the U.S. without taking care of the urgent issues which awaited him. He checked the time by his watch, wondering why his assistant was delaying with his luggage. Not that he couldn't travel without his bags anyway considering that he could simply buy everything he needed when he got home, but there were documents he needed to sign as well before leaving. Documents like placing a ban on the P.I. in every country of the world for daring to cross him. He would ensure that although the man could live his life however he wanted without being arrested by the police, he would never be
"But before I say anything, I request that we watch the Homestead news first." Ricky added, and then reclined against the seat while the news anchor switched the TV on.Annabelle who was holding the remote, her heart in her chest switched channels, and they watched as another presenter came into view."We are here with information regarding Mr. Patrick Raymonds, whose offences of using the company as a font for his illegal activities recently went viral."Jade inhaled a deep breath, licking her lips nervously. At this point, the world had already got to know about what she had tried to protect for years, and so emphasising it in a TV didn't ache her anymore as much as she had thought it would."Based on the evidence we have gathered so far, it has been confirmed that Mr. Raymonds forced his wife, the late Prima Donna to sign the company rights over to him, and then started using the company to aid drug traffickers in their activities."The presente
She rubbed her stomach for the umpteenth time, that completely flat abdomen of hers that had served as a habitant for food and drinks...Now carried a child, one created from her and Ricky.She now had responsibility for two; whatever she did would affect the tiny foetus probably struggling to mature into a baby.She wanted to cry, again."Say ahh, Jade."She forced her mouth open, accepting the porridge oats that Chloe held out to her. Now, she couldn't refuse to eat anymore, because one other tiny human would be affected as well.Chloe reached out to wipe the corner of her mouth which the oat had spilled on, and then scooped another spoonful of the porridge.For the past three days since she had woken up, Chloe had been taking care of her during the day, while Annabelle stayed with her at night, during which her sister returned to spend the night with Esmeralda.It had felt strange at first, being at the receiving end o
The last time he had got drunk, and drowned himself in a pool of alcohol because he needed to forget everything that had to do with reality, it had been the night he'd seen Jade with Rafferty at the restaurant, the night he had made the mistake of sending the red haired Kimberly to the floors and Jade had looked at him with those hard eyes.Tonight, he was here because his girlfriend and mother of his child hated him; because he had made another mistake of causing her reputation to be ruined, and killing the trust she had in him.."One more round, sir?" The bartender asked, staring at the empty glasses that Ricky had drained down his throat with skepticism."Yeah, fill everything up.""Just two glasses will do, Robert." Another voice intervened, that familiar teasing voice that Ricky had grown up having beside him."Okay, sir." The bartender replied, without making any pretence of feeling confused about whose order to take. When the owner of the ba
'Some time' became interpreted from hours to days, during which Ricky never left her side. It didn't matter how many times he received calls that the scandal was affecting his stocks as well because he and Jade had openly declared their relationship. Neither did it matter that in the expansive VIP room, Annabelle, Chloe who arrived the morning after the accident and Kiara took turns there as well, and urged him to go home even if it was for a day. He cleaned her every morning and night, his palm lingering on her stomach which was still so flat he still felt it was a dream that his baby was growing there. Outside, security was tightened both in front of her room and the entire hospital as well. Because the media was still outside, camping like locusts and waiting for either him or Jade to come out and give an interview. They had continued writing shit of course, stating that she must have hidden in the hospital room to avoid being prosecuted. B