Quentin hid his smile when he saw his grandson vibrating in anger. So, he decided to intervene a little. "Derek, I didn't know that you were around. Have you met my grandson?" He asked and Henry stared at his grandfather. What was he up to this time? He wondered. "Oh, no sir. I haven't. I'm glad to meet your acquaintance." Derek replied and Quentin stared a his grandson who was busy staring intently at the stranger. "I'll just be on my way, now." Clara interrupted the staring match and rushed towards the stairs. " You sent for me sir." She said. Henry finally removed his gaze from the man and looked at Clara. He didn't understand what he was feeling but somehow, he couldn't get her smile out of his head. Why was his manager smiling at a man she barely knew in that manner? She wondered. " Follow me." He said and turned on his heel ignoring his grandfather and Grin as he stomped upstairs in anger. Pops grinned inwardly but turned to Derek. " I'm sorry for his lack of manners. He w
Clara's moodiness stretched into dinner and she found it difficult to eat. As usual, Henry found himself asking what the problem was. "Don't you like the meal?" He asked and all eyes fell on Clara. She felt like the ground should open up and swallow her. The piercing gaze of Aubrey dug deep into her flesh. Can you just leave me alone?' She wanted to tell him off but knew that it was a bad idea. Instead, she smiled, "I love it, it's very tasty." She lied. " Okay." Sergeant Jackson shared a glance with his friend but that action didn't go unnoticed by Derek and Grin. "If you don't like the meal, you can request another one." Jackson came to the rescue. Aubrey fumed, she was the girlfriend here, but everyone was treating Clara who was an ordinary secretary specially. She coughed, " I'm sure that she wouldn't want to stress Macy, right? The poor girl's been cooking since morning." She replied. " Yes, ma'am." Clara replied politely. Can all of you just move on? She wished and as luck
" What the hell are you doing?"She jumped back from Derek who hid a smile. She glared at him. What was he doing? How dare he try to put out a narrative that wasn't true. They knew that nothing was going on between them. " Helping that man realize what he is missing." Derek replied without batting an eyelid and she became stupefied. " You don't mean that." Clara replied as she looked at him. " What do you want to achieve? Make me lose my job and become penniless?" She challenged him not understanding what his purpose was. " I do not need your job. However, consider it a friendly gesture." He winked and Clara grew annoyed and walked away. He was grating on her nerves. 'Stupid me, I shouldn't have followed him outside. I shouldn't! Now I have to explain what was going on.' She chided herself as she pushed the door open. She saw Henry and his girlfriend sitting beside each other and she decided to walk past them. She had almost made it up to the staircase when she heard her name. She
Why do you care? Was the first response that flashed into her mind but she didn't respond. " Who?" She pretended not to follow and he rolled his eyes. "Derek." " Oh, he's just a... He was helping me out earlier." Henry nodded, Is that what it's called now? He thought, " I see. And he was hugging you so passionately?" He asked sarcastically. Clara stared at him, okay? What is his point? " I stumbled and he caught me before I fell." She lied. Henry cocked his head, that wasn't what he saw. " Hmm. What a hero saving the damsel in distress." He mocked. " Do you have any problem with that sir?" She queried him. There was no need for him to try to make her seem like a bad person when he sat down there and watched Aubrey fuss over him. " No, do you want me to have a problem?" He replied and Clara sighed inwardly. This man surely wanted to get on her nerves. "No, sir. If that will be all sir. I'd like to retire to bed." " Or to meet your lover?" He replied and she looked at him stunn
Henry remained in his position while Clara fidgeted and he clamped his hand down on hers. There was no need for them to hide like teenagers who were caught making out at the back of the car. "Over here!" He yelled back and they heard Aubrey's approaching footsteps against the grass leaving Clara worried." Let me go, sir." Clara said as Aubrey’s footsteps drew nearer. It wasn't as if she couldn't remove her hands forcefully. If she wanted to be truthful, she enjoyed the warmth passing from his hand to hers. Her body was like nerve endings which were easily charged. “ Here you are.” Aubrey said when she rounded down the pavement. Her eyes immediately went to their interlocked hands and she gave a forced grin. “ I was worried when I didn't see you inside.” She said without moving her gaze from their fingers. She saw the struggle between Clara and Henry and she looked up. Who would have thought that he would be like other guys? What was the big deal between bosses and employees? “ W
“ What do you think of your secretary, Clara?” Derek asked Henry. He enjoyed seeing the flash of anger in his eyes. “ What do I think about my secretary? I'm sorry your question is lost on me.” Henry replied politely completely betraying what he felt inside of him. Of course, he wasn’t going to answer that question. “ I know I just met her but I like her and I think things can finally work out between us. Don't you think so?” He asked. “ I don't know. She's married, man.” Henry blurted. Derek almost blew his cover by laughing. Yet you hover around her like a hawk. But he kept quiet. “ Oh? That's sad. I like that girl. I've never met someone and felt such an instant connection. it's overwhelming.” He acted sad. ‘I should venture into acting one of these days.’ He thought. “ Yeah, it is what it is.” “So, are you and the famous supermodel dating? She is also a beautiful woman.” Derek changed the topic. Don't you have any better things to discuss apart from women? Henry replied inw
With the number of glares Clara was getting the next morning, she figured that she had probably pissed a whole village. That was an overstatement, but that was how she felt. “Good morning.” She hummed when she reached the table.“ Morning, Clara.” Grandpa Quentin replied as she drew her chair in an attempt to sit. Derek placed a hand over hers and drew it out instead. The glares intensified, and she felt like entering into the ground to save her. “ Thank you.” She murmured but was waved off. “A gentleman shouldn't allow a woman to sit so casually.” Derek replied and looked at Henry briefly. The meaning hung in the air. “ Let's begin our meal.” Pops said.As soon as she finished eating, she flew upstairs into the safety of her room. She had been uncomfortable throughout breakfast. She reached for her phone and dialed her brother's number again. They had not had the time to speak properly yesterday before the mishaps began. They needed the file today. As she was thinking, her p
“ What did you say happened to him?” Clara asked the minute she entered the hospital. Quentin had to reschedule his flight for an earlier one, she didn't know how that was done, but they arrived first thing in the morning the next day. Louis spoke," We saw him lying down close to the window. I suspect that he was struck on the head because we found a little blood gushing out from his head.” Clara felt her heart flip in dread, she didn't know the extent of the injury. “ Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?” “Because I knew that you were going to react this way. My husband and I rushed him to the hospital.” “ They were lucky to have brought him in when they did. A minute later, we would have lost him.” A doctor interrupted their conversation, and she turned to the doorway. “ I'm guessing you are his sister?” He said.“ Yes, sir. How is he doing now?” “ Better, may we speak in my office?” He asked, and she followed him into his office. “ Please have your seat.” He mentioned and sh