Todos los capítulos de Their Chance : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 96

AhanaI watch my niece play as I sit in my sister’s living room on Friday afternoon, tears in my eyes as I remember my beloved Muna, once again ashamed about how unceremoniously I exited her life, knowing I could have at least said a proper goodbye to her, regardless of what was going on between her dad and me. I sit through small talk with my mother and older sister, but all the while, my mind remains on the little girl I abandoned in London… and her father who still has my heart.And on a whim, I decide to call. I decide to call him, so I can at least hear his voice again. Breaking away from my family, I go outside and dial Chris’s number. It’s 4pm and there’s the possibility he might be busy at work… or maybe not. But his phone is turned off. I try several times and when it remains switched off, I find myself starting to panic. So, I call Paris.“Hi, Ahana,” comes her voice, which isn’t sounding quite as boisterous or lively. “It’s lovely to hear your voice. You just ran off and Ch

AhanaLeft with no choice, I resume at the bank in the second week of July. On my first day back, I have to smile through all the questions, well-meaning and otherwise, not to mention the subliminal taunting, about my premature return.“ What happened? Where you deported?” Amanda takes delight in asking, when she sees me at my desk, ironically the same one I vacated.“Or you have no money anymore ?” Priscilla cackles, her eyes dancing with glee over what she has perceived to be a downturn in my good fortune.“I thought you said you were staying back with Aput,” is Ama’s comment, looking the most concerned of the three.And I give them the same answers I have given everyone. “No, I didn't run out of money.” “No, I didn't drop out. I was on a scholarship, remember?” “I finished my exams and decided to write my dissertation at home.” “I didn't do too well with the cold weather.” “Aput and I broke up.”The last confirmation is received with even more derision.“So, you came back with not

AhanaI hiss as I read the offer letter from VBC International Bank, offended that, after what I thought was a great interview, they have made me an offer for a Banking Officer position, the very same one I have been stuck on at AFIT for way too long. Their reason being that their salary band is way higher than AFIT’s, and my current salary places meets Assistant Banking Officer level in their bank. So, to them, they have actually made me a better offer. I am incensed that my current poor remuneration has been used as their benchmark, and not my pending Master’s degree, or even all my years of experience. Hissing again, I rip the letter to pieces and trash it. This is just one down. Hopefully, my other applications will be more successful.Not necessarily hungry but needing to get away for some air, I head to the company canteen downstairs. Walking in, I am tempted to immediately retreat when I see my dear frenemies on a table, as usual huddled over a phone and talking rapidly. In the