“ So, he is talking to a girl.” Clara thought as he continued his conversation. From what she overheard, she knew that there was a bit of friction between her boss and his lady friend. “ I was going to inform you about the party.” Henry said and paused for a few minutes before speaking again," I'll let you know once the cards arrive.” He told her. “ Alright, I'll speak with you later. Have a lovely day, send me some pictures.”He said. Clara couldn't stop the feeling of jealousy which rushed through her heart at his tone. Stop thinking about your boss in that manner. “Where are you now?” He continued. “ Really?” He asked in a surprised tone and Clara strained her ears to overhear their conversation. Suddenly she heard the sounds of heels clicking towards them, and she turned to see Aubrey in her glory strutting towards them. “ Elegant.” Clara muttered inwardly. Aubrey was extremely gorgeous. From her hair which was swept to the side and her long classy gown to the perfume exuding fr
"She is my secretary." Henry countered.Aubrey's eyes darted from Henry to Clara in a slow inspection leaving Clara feeling twitchy, "Hmm, you don't say." She clicked her tongue at us. Something was fishy, from the way Clara stared at Henry to his sudden defensiveness. She had no doubt that they had something in common. 'Am I making a mistake?' She asked herself. ' I don't think he sees you in that way.' The nagging voice of her friend filtered into her mind. Seeing that eyes were on her, she tilted her brows upwards, "I have to run, I'll see you later." She said and pecked Henry on the corner of his mouth. Clara's face became sour as if she swallowed a pill. "May I sit?" She asked Henry who nodded and she popped on the chair wordlessly."You are lost in thoughts again." He commented and sipped his wine slowly. Aubrey quickly averted her eyes and spoke, " I wasn't looking at you sir. I have remembered that you have a meeting today with the head of Javon industries by two-thirty p.m
" I am willing to offer thirty million dollars to own thirty percent of the shares." Mr. Javon said. Henry chuckled within him. That amount was too small for the share he wanted to have. "You can only get twenty percent." He replied. Javon stared at Henry, he needed to be a part of this project because it was going to gross billions, being the sole refiner and distributor of oil in the country wasn't an easy task. He also bid for that contract but lost. " Why don't I make it fifty million dollars?" He offered. Henry shook his head, his grandfather told him not to allow many investors to be onboarded for a project. "That's final, sir." Henry replied politely. Javon shook his head, this boy was adamant about giving him a large portion of shares, " Is there a reason for not accepting my offer?" He asked with a bit of anger in his tone. Henry relaxed in his chair and studied Mr. Javon quietly. He was desperate to buy shares and that made his mental hackles rise at attention, Javon m
Henry snuck a look at Clara who was shivering a bit and nudged her gently, "Do I need to turn off the A.C?" He asked and she shook her head. " No, I'm fine, sir." She replied with a smile, and clasped her hands together to stop herself from shivering. Henry reached for the remote and reduced the temperature of the A.C. " You feel better now?" He asked her. It was a subtle way to tell her that he knew that she was lying but in such a way that she wouldn't feel offended. "Thank you." She responded while Grace went about in the kitchen.His phone rang and he looked at the screen. It was Aubrey. What was she calling him for again? He wondered. It wasn't up to ten hours that they saw each other. "Hey, Aubrey." He answered out of courtesy and also because he didn't want her showing up unannounced tomorrow. Who knows what she might do next? Probably wait at his house. " Hello, dear." She replied with a drawl and Henry raised eyebrows a little. When did the term of endearment begin?"I was
The monitor beeped slowly and Henry panicked wondering what it meant. Clara looked deathly pale and he hoped that she wasn't about to die. The smell of antiseptic assaulted his nostrils and he wrinkled his nose. He was five years old when he first stepped into the hospital. It was to stitch his broken nose and the smell never changed. Grin looked at the worried look on his boss' face as he stared at Clara. There was a hint of something else but he refused to think in that direction, Clara was a good staff, likewise Henry, so it was only normal if he showed concern for her. Henry kept tapping his foot and his gaze switched from the monitor to Clara. " Just wake up." He thought. As if Grin could read his thoughts, he spoke. " Sir, I believe she will wake up soon." He said while staring at the monitor too. it wasn't beeping regularly as it should. "I hope so. Have you contacted her brother?" Henry asked and raised his head to stare at him. " Yes, but he is out of town. That was why
"Welcome to my home." Pops smiled when Clara walked into the house the next day. He exchanged a glance with Henry. What happened to not allow her come here?" Thank you, sir." Clara replied weakly. A maid appeared suddenly and assisted her in climbing the stairs. " Henry, may I have a word with you?" Pops said when he saw that he was staring at Clara's retreating figure. 'Can you be more obvious, son?' He said. "How is her mother feeling?"" She's still in coma. We went to check on her earlier but I decided that it wouldn't be wise to leave her with the sick mother. Plus, her brother is in agreement with my decision. He volunteered to stay till Clara is fully recovered. Sorry for not telling you beforehand." He said. Making decisions for her too? Pops was highly entertained by the new development. It was time for another subtle push, "Its fine. I just want to be sure that her mother is fine. We can't stop her from seeing her Mom." He said and Henry nodded. " Okay, why don't you res
Clara looked up when she heard a knock on the door. " Can I come in?" Henry asked. " Yes, sir." She replied and rose immediately, "Good afternoon, sir." She greeted him and rubbed her palm at the back of her pants in nervousness. She still looked pale, Henry thought. "How are you doing today?" He asked her as his eyes did a quick scan of the room. The bed was neatly laid as if she had not even slept in it and he wondered what she was busy doing all the time. "I'm fine, feeling better, thanks for bringing me here." She said with a small smile. Henry was a generous man and she was thankful for that." You didn't go to work today." She said when she took on his casual attire. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a white T-shirt. He looked fresh in it. " I hope it wasn't on my account." She asked and he shook his head. Henry stuffed his hands into his pockets and rocked on his feet, he didn't know how to begin the conversation of taking her out. " Are you okay?" He asked in concern when h
" It's good to see you too, Quentin." They said while their eyes traveled around the office staring at what could have been theirs if they had managed their inheritance wisely. Quentin went down memory lane, they were the only ones who called him by the name his mother gave him which scratched the wound that was about to completely heal. He gave a subtle nod to Grin who sat at the end of the office pretending to be typing while recording the conversation before smiling at his half siblings. " It's been a long while I must say." He said enjoying the look of regret on their faces. Too bad, it was already too late. " I wonder why." Ross, his eldest sibling replied. Quentin chuckled, " Oh, you know, everyone has been busy with life, and stuff, you know how it is." He waved his hand dramatically. He was having a field day with this. Ross' eyes narrowed at him, " What do you mean by that? Are you mocking us?" He asked in a challenging time while looking at his siblings for support. They