"From Lisa?"Jada brought up her phone, sitting up in the big bed. She opened the text message which she had just received. "Did she have my number off hand?"She muttered the question. "I had no idea that majority of the girls have --"She decided not to complete the sentence as soon as she started reading the text. The body of the text included,"How are you feeling baby boo. How is the baby? You have always been on our minds. We couldn't pass a day without thinking about you."Jada paused from reading the text. She bursted out laughing for a while. "What is Lisa on?"She said amidst the laugh. "What is she trying to get out of this."She decided to scroll through the text to the very last paragraph."We didn't actually, or we are not actually sending you this message only because we needed your help. But now that we are sending you the message, we would love for you to please arrange a meeting between Damien and us. Please it's about the group. We will appreciate your kind....
"You think I'll just forgive just because of that?"She quickly plucked her gaze away from him. She had gazed upon when he said those words, smitten by the mushiness and strangeness of his words. "You don't have to force yourself."He didn't for once take his eyes off hers. He kept looking up at her, staring at whichever part of her face she spared him to see. She looked back at him. She didn't want to look away this time. It was obvious in her eyes. "How dare you leave me by myself? Huh? What gives you the audacity?"She snapped at him. He could tell that she was still mad. There were shadows filling the corners of her eyes. He had no idea what he had done to her to get her that pissed off. Originally, whenever the girls get mad at him, in no time they would adjust and forget about whatever grudge they are bearing, because he was rich! But not at this moment, she seemed to be graduating from one level of rage to the other. Damien knew the difference. Not only did he have an objec
"For how long do we have to be quiet about this? Does it make any sense to you either?"The atmosphere in the hall was tense. The hall of the BMX tower had been filled with the board members who seemed to be caught up in a wild mood. It was written in all faces that something quite disturbing was happening or had happened. "If he doesn't think he could take care of the company, he could as well hand over the administration to someone else. If you ask me, he is quite young to know about matters that are this delicate. He shouldn't ruin this any further with youthful exuberance."Another of the men had staked a claim. His eyes were red. Though his eyes were red and demanding, yet his was the coolest amongst the rest. You want to imagine what mood the rest were spent in. "You have a point. He can't keep doing things because he feels like. He is only a business man. We are the one who had always been there for this group since the beginning of time. If anything goes wrong, he could sell
"Are you sure he is meeting with us?"Lisa asked, staring inquisitively at Jada. There was plea in her face as though she had answered the question in her own mind and wanted Jada to say exactly the same thing. "He is."Jada eased her mind. "How can you be sure though? We all know him, he doesn't stick to his words. He might have pushed you forward."Tendzel scorned. Jada turned to her in a glare. Not one of the girls didn't catch her reaction. It was strange to see her look at her mate that way. In that context. "What? Did I tell a lie?"Tendzel had carried on the argument. When Jada had glared at her, she didn't say a word. That was only a more reason for Tendzel to push further. If it was earlier, Jada would had pushed for it. "Please don't stress her. We all know what state she is in. And let's not be an ingrate here. If it is not because of her, we won't be standing here having a shot to meet with him."Mira pointed out. "That might be true, but then don't you think that som
The nine girls were looking from one person to the other. Damien was seated by a table as though nothing happened earlier. As though he hadn't recently acted so childishly and elated. But it didn't seem like he cared what their opinions about him were. Nothing seem to matter to him. Eight of the girls were seated on a long chair. Damien handed Jada a glass of water and nodded her to go join the rest of the girls on the long couch. Jada knew too well to ask questions. The rest of the girls did have couple things to say about that, but Damien wasn't ready to entertain it. What mattered to him was the fact that Jada understood what he was doing. It was the business of the group, and Jada was one of the girls. At least, until he says otherwise to the group. He was still in the old mood, nurturing and enjoying the fresh memories of his baby kicking. He couldn't get it away from his head. The picture was clear and lively in his mind. But he knew he had to tend to business at that momen
"Is it because you hate her?"Jada called at him as she stepped out of the hotel. He had stepped out before her. He halted and waited for her catch up with him. They were outside the hotel, but still in the environs of the Boldyville properties. The land comprises of several hectares which included the Hotel, the Estates and the tower. But each of these buildings were situated at their special spaces in the hectares.He took her in his gaze. She didn't look away from him. She kept up the stare. "Was that why you said those harsh words to her?"She carried on the question. "Is that what it seems to you, Jada?"At his question, she realised that something wasn't entirely right. "Do I seem like I'm catching a cruise?"There was an edge to his voice this time. "I can't say any different. Knowing our history with each other, you would be in your right to catch a cruise. So, I can't say whether or not you are not."Jada seemed to be standing by her words also. And she didn't for once b
Jada had walked into the penthouse. She had chosen the last floor of the fifth block. She was looking from one corner of the living room to the other. The interior of the living room was breathtaking. The arrangements of the couches were feminine and bold. The atmosphere and chills of the air-conditioned air were soothing. Jada hadn't found her words yet. Damien was standing by the door. The an who had walked her in was standing next to her. It was as though it was too much for her to process. That was the exact look on her face. She walked away from the living to the kitchen. It was sparkling neat and stocked. She edged to one of the doors of the room. "You would have to set your finger print. Or body recognition."Jada halted at the front of the door and turned to the man. "Body recognition? What do you mean by that?"The man spared a soft smile. "There are certain industrial doors that are sensitive to people who are walking closer to them. When you walk closer to that type of
"Do you live around here?"Damien started, tracing the curves of the lady's face. She had a cute round babyish face. She was a blonde and her eyes were blue. "What if I don't want to talk to you?"The lady looked up from her iPhone 14. Her facial expression was long and uninterested. The corners of her eyes were dark and creepy. There was this strangeness to the cute combination. That might have been what intrigued him and made him walk up to her. "But I do want to talk to you. You don't seem to have much choice, do you?"The lady dropped her phone on the table in anger. HERE WE GO. Damien thought. It was obvious that the lady was about to lose it. That was the reaction she was giving. She hadn't only dropped the phone on the table, but had made a wild thud with it. "That's enough. You should get going now or I ask the security men to throw you out!!!"The lady who hadn't been polite all along, tried to make herself sound quite polite. Damien found it strange. "I'm quite in pity