THE DESPISED SON-IN-LAW

Chapter 15

The line connected, and red-manicured fingers wrapped around the pearl-white telecom phone. She lifted the phone to her ear as her sexy voice sounded into the phone.

"Hello," she said.

"Anna, hi, it's James Johnson" his strong, baritone voice sounded over the phone.

"Wow, James's" she pronounced his name in an alluring manner.

"It has been a long time since I last heard from you. How have you been?" She asked as an interested smile spread across her full red lips, revealing pearly white teeth.

"I know, and I am sorry about that. I will explain things better when we see." James replied.

He pressed the phone closer to his ears as he spoke. He stood outside the hotel where he was lodged with Sarah. He knew she had gone to the office, and that gave him enough time to sort something out.

"Well, you know where to find me, yes, I am still in the country, and yes, at Common Bank, and I am sure you are aware of that" Anna voiced into the phone.

"Alright, I will make my way over there as soon as possible." He said to her.

"Wait, hold on. You sound distressed. Is there a problem?" She asked.

"Yes, I need your help, Anna,  " James replied, speaking in a manner of urgency.

"Sure, I'm at the office. Come on over," she replied right before the call ended.

James hurriedly made his way over to the luxurious Headquarters of Common Bank, which was situated on Allen Avenue where every top company had its headquarters situated.

The building was a fourteen-floor, tall structure that spread out luxuriously.

James walked into the building and headed for the fourteenth floor where the VIP offices were situated.

Looks and whispers flew past him as he headed for the elevator. It was normal, but he did not care. He knew exactly who he was.

As the elevator opened on the fourteenth floor, James stepped out of the elevator and was heading towards the VIP office, when the receptionist stopped him.

"Excuse me, Mister...what do you think you are doing?" The blonde-haired, petite beauty asked him.

Her manicured hands crossed over in front of her.

James turned around and glanced around. He caught the looks of others in the room, staring at him.

"What do you mean? I want to see the General Manager." James replied boldly.

"I believe you are in the wrong building." She replied, glancing at the elevator.

A second visitor requesting to see the manager walked in as well. He was properly dressed in a well-starched and ironed, blue shirt which was neatly tucked into grey pants, coupled with a matching grey suit jacket.

The receptionist immediately turned her attention from Thomas to his.

"Edwin McCain, I want to see the General Manager please," the young man said.

Grinning from ear to ear, the receptionist allowed her eyes to do a random assessment of his outlook as she grinned a lip grin.

"Sure, Mr. McCain, I will put a call through to the manager at once," she said and immediately, picked up the phone and called the Manager

"Yes Sir, there is a guest here to see you, Mr. Edwin McCain. Yes, I believe he has business to discuss" she spoke into the phone, while passing glances at the man.

"No, he is not one of those riff raffs, not at all, Manager. I'll check with him. Alright Sir" she replied and put the phone down.

"I apologize for the delay, Sir, I would like to confirm your details in our appointment schedule. I know you do not have an appointment before now" she said treating the man with all manner of respect.

 James shook his head at first and smiled to himself, he had dealt with this severally, but none of it was about to bother him now. A lot more was at stake than petty reasoning.

"I want to see the General Manager." He said to her again, more audibly this time, to the heading of the young man.

"You're serious." The receptionist's eye widened with mock disbelief, as she turned her attention to him.

"Dressed like this? You can't be serious." The rude receptionist commented while looking around.

"This is not a place where beggars can come in and find solitude or solace. I mean, does this in any way, look to you like a madhouse of sorts?" The receptionist mocked.

"Excuse me?" James asked as anger began to bubble within him.

"You are excused Mister, now, I do not want to create a scene in front of our VIP guests, kindly respect yourself and return the way you came. You are frightening our guests looking the way you look" she responded looking him over.

"Frightening your guest? I am a guest here and I demand to see your General Manager of! I have an appointment!" James said in an irritated voice.

"Sir, I think you need to calm down, this is the bank and serious business only goes on in here..if you do not mind, I would suggest you quietly leave. I mean if you had any idea who the General Manager was, you wouldn't be sauntering in here acting like you own the place." Mr. Edwin McCain said to him.

" Do you have any idea who you are speaking to? If you did! I bet you, you would worry for your jobs!" James threatened. "This is rubbish, a person can no longer walk into an establishment and see who they need to see? " James said unbelievably staring back at his verbal attackers.

"Lose our job? You better watch your mouth Mister before I have to call security to come and dish you out. This is a private office, I do not need you stinking up the premises for us. Leave now!" The receptionist threatened him.

"Shut up! I demand to see the General Manager now and that is not a request!" James' disruptive, angry voice rang out through the room..