She busted through the revolving door and returning greetings, she ran into the elevator and took it to the office.
“Coffee’s here,” she announced to the owner of the office, a black-haired lady.
She handed it to the lady.
“Thanks,” the owner replied. “Is it still at Tanner’s you got it?”
“Yeah. I wondered why you were reluctant to go,” the first lady, who was a blonde, said.
“The new waiter upset me. He was rude and it was at the time I had a lot on my head so I am pretty upset now, ”the owner replied.
“I saw a new one. A charming sweet-looking one,” the blonde said.
The owner flared up. “You mean that obnoxious fool. Oh, he’s so stupid.”
The blonde choked on her coffee. “What do you mean, Ms. Morgan? How did he offend you?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well I think he’s really attractive really and you probably blushed when you saw him. You get flushed quickly you know,” the blonde teased and waggled her eyebrows.
“Sandra!” Morgan busted. “Stop teasing me, ok. He was rude and I hated him because of that. I mean, I hated him at first sight.”
Sandra was going to continue when they heard a knock.
“Come in,” Morgan ordered.
“Ms. Morgan, your father wishes to see you,” the messenger said and disappeared from the office.
“Let’s go, Sandra,” Morgan said and they walked out of the office.
Mr. Edgecombe was sitting staring at a newspaper with his spectacles on in his office waiting for Morgan. It was a large office with two chairs and two sofas. Previous CEOs' pictures in the golden frame were hung across the room. There were little books on the table and a lamp. He looked at his wristwatch and they came in. Sandra stopped a few steps after the door but Morgan moved forward and sat.
Mr. Edgecombe put away the newspaper and his face lit up with a smile. “ Welcome my dearest Morgan,” he said.
“Morning, Father, “Morgan replied. “What is the reason for my being called upon?”
“It’s high time you got a personal assistant,” he started. “Pick one of the faithful people around you. A business person is incomplete without a personal assistant.”
Morgan rested her back on the chair. “Well, I haven’t found one. I like Sandra being my secretary although she does the work of my PA. I’ll only like to call her a secretary,” she said.
“ So you’re saying you haven’t found one in this whole organization?” Mr. Edgecombe asked, surprised.
“Yep,” she said. “ And now don’t say I resemble my mom.”
“ You know I will,” Mr. Edgecombe laughed.” Well, find one fast.”
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SHE STOPPED BY THE shop that afternoon. She looked familiar but I was sure I had not seen her before. I could not deny that she was a beauty but I could hold it in.
Her hand was smooth and looked soft. I was tempted to touch it but I fought back.
" Why not wait for a waiter?" I asked, avoiding her emerald eyes.
" I have a choice not to, don't I?" She said in a beautiful voice.
I nodded saying 'sure'. I wiped the counter, avoiding her hand and hanging the rag, I asked, " What do you want, my lady?"
She rested her face on her hand, leaning forward, and said, " What would you recommend, a handsome face?"
" Deep black coffee. I do not know why. I just like to pronounce its name."
She leaned away and sat erect. " Okay." She stretched out her hands and stroked mine on the counter. " Why are you so handsome?"
For some reason, I was uncomfortable but not nervous. " Because God made me."
" Well God made all of us."
Right, I thought. She had a point. I was happy when she didn't press further on that topic.
She withdrew her hands. " Get me my coffee."
I turned to get it.
She began to talk behind me. " When I heard people talking about someone handsome in this shop, I had to see myself. Now, I see that their description belittles how you look."
How could a lady be so flirty? I did not brood over it though. I turned, a jar of coffee in one hand and a cup in another. " I guess I am that handsome. But then, you are equally so beautiful." I dropped the cup on the counter and filled it. I dropped the jar and shifted the coffee to her. " Here."
She might have stretched but all I knew was that her hand grabbed my collar and she drew my face close to hers, I could smell her fresh breath and feel them in my mouth. I almost split the coffee, catching my balance on the counter.
" Do you want to give me something, handsome face?" She asked.
" You want a kiss from me?" Her voice was soft now.
She let me go and sipped her coffee. I straightened my rough collars.
" No," she said. " A secret."
" I have none." I took the jar inside and returned shortly after. " But to be honest, I thought I was the most flirty person in town, but now I have seen my boss."
She chuckled. " You are a playboy, aren't you?"
" Why?"
" You did not succumb to my temptation. No other guys could do that. You get kisses everyday, right?"
" Sure."
She smiled victoriously.
" My mom's," I added.
Disappointment crept over her face. She sipped her coffee again. The disappointment was gone by the time she dropped her cup. " Joking now?"
I shook my head. " I might be a playboy but I am not a slut."
She nodded. " Exceptional. It interests me more." She finished her coffee. I took the cup from her.
" I am Scarlett. I will be looking forward to meeting you more often." She winked, stood and left.
" I'm Todd!" I shouted after her.
What a customer!
I thought nothing of my encounter with her as I walked home that night. A warm breeze brushed my face. The only source of light now was the full moon, street lamps, and light from the bulb and it was less crowded.
From the distance, I saw a woman holding her little girl as they sauntered and another man jogging downtown. Somewhere down the street, a rap contest and crowd cheers sounded.
I was humming a song as I walked now half-conscious of my environment.
…I’m ain't your son. You ain't my father. So just sleep off if you want to and stop getting me worried. Worried. Worried...
It was a depressing remainder of my father's death but I sing it a lot. I stopped when I saw movements in a dark alley. It dawned on me that I was in a deserted street now and had been too absorbed in my song to realize earlier. As I moved closer, I began hearing voices.
“I’m going to teach your father some manners. Don’t worry you’ll only be a scapegoat,” a male husky voice said.
“Yeah, it will stain his reputation. He’ll be ridiculed,” another said.
I heard a female scream and I rushed into the shadows without thinking. I could see their figures now.
“Stop!” I said.” Will you see what you are doing?”
“Who are you,” one asked.
“I mean do you care to see how dirty what you are doing is,” I said calmly.
One has already raised his fist and was coming towards me.” Why you bastard…”
I dodged his punch and moved back.
“ Whoa! Easy man,” I said.” You almost got my handsome face ruined.”
He swung his fist at me again and I dodged and twisted his hand before elbowing his face.
The other ran at me and I dug my fist into his stomach and kicked his forehead. They grunted and ran away while I stretched.
“Are you okay?” I asked, peering into the darkness. “ Come on out.”
I heard footsteps and following them I came out of the darkness. I saw recognition dawn in her eyes at the same time it dawned in my mind.
“Putin Global?” left my mouth.
“Rude waiter?” She was startled.
Then I put on a smirk. “ Fancy meeting you here.”
But she refused to leave me victorious. Out of the blues, she stamped on my foot.
“No, thank you!” She said, as I held my foot, before walking away.
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