(Thirty minutes ago)Mr. Alistair walked out of his office, and decided to check out Mr. Charlie, at his office. He walked towards his office, the heels of his shoes clicking the ground. His walking posture commands authority, and also attention.He walked towards Mr. Charlie's office, his hands deep into his pocket. His shades perfectly fit in his eyes. The security at Mr. Charlie's office helped Mr. Alistair with the door, and he walked past Shilla who was busy with her laptop.He paused, and took a few steps backwards to her cubicle, "Excuse me, is your boss on seat?"She stood up immediately and adjusted her brown suit. "Yes he is," she replied with her head bowed."Thank you," he replied, and walked into Mr. Charlie's office. He got in, and found him standing facing his window, he was on call. Alistair cleared his throat, and Mr. Charlie turned back, and his phone dropped with his mouth open.Mr. Alistair walked towards him, and picked up his phone. "Have it," he muttered, stretc
"He's waiting for you, please you can all go in," Leslie replied, as she stepped aside and allowed them to walk into his office.She exhaled, and returned to her cubicle, "I don't think I can keep up with this job. It's draining me bit by bit."Mr. Starling stood up when he saw them walking towards his office. He picked up his laptop, and a file, and also headed towards his office. Alistair, Layla and Nathan were shocked when they saw him walking towards him with a laptop and a file in his hands."Mr. Starling, where to?" Alistair asked, looking confused."I am sorry I have a meeting a few minutes from now," he said and walked away from Alistair, but Nathan stood in his way."What the heck do you think you are doing? The president of Voxx's Group is here to see you, and you don't even want to hear him out. Even after making us wait outside for almost twenty minutes?""I am sorry, but I have a meeting I have to attend. It's important, and I can't miss it," he replied, gazing at Nathan.
The elevator opened, and they all stepped out of the elevator. "It's painful that my stylist Burundi isn't here," Alistair replied as he walked to the table at the far left."Yeah it's painful. Maybe he has to start coming to the office with us. Instead of just sitting back at home. What do you think boss," Reagan asked as he trailed Alistair, and Nathan."What do I think?" He turned backwards to Reagan as she sat down. "I think instead of him sitting at home. Why don't I set him up?""Set him up?" They all echoed looking shocked. Alistair burst into laughter, "Come on guy, what were you people thinking I was talking about?" He asked."For goodness sake, you just mentioned setting him up. What do you think we were thinking of?" Layla, who had been quiet, spoke up, her gaze on the menu book."Fine, I understand what you guys are thinking. I should explain what I mean. When I said setting him up, I mean establishing him, you understand what I mean right?"They all nodded their heads, "N
The waiter was shocked, "Did I do or say anything wrong? Why are you guys laughing?"Reagan was the one who replied, "You won't fully grasp the reason why we are laughing. But truth be told, you are handsome, and you look good."He blushed again, his cheeks went reddish this time around. "No, he just blushed again," Nathan muttered, and they continued laughing.They stopped immediately and found out he was getting uncomfortable with what they were doing."We are sorry, I sincerely apologize on behalf of them also. It wasn't something we did on purpose. It just had to happen," Alistair replied."It's okay, please what would you guys love to eat?" He asked his gaze traveling round the table. They all went through the menu book, and he moved from one person to another, jotting down the different meals they wanted.When he was done jotting down their meals. He bowed his head, and walked away. They stared at themselves once more, and burst into tears. "Nathan, have you ever blushed when so
They all ate to their satisfaction. When they were done eating. "Come on, let's head back home," Alistair replied and they all got on their feet."Are you just going to leave like that? You won't pay?" Reagan asked."Come on Reagan, didn't you hear when he said he was a member?" Layla asked."Take it easy on him, Layla. Maybe he didn't hear what I said," Alistair turned towards Reagan as they walked to the elevator. "Just in case you didn't get what I said earlier. I said we belong to a group, membership stuff.Everything we eat here is free, that's because we pay a monthly subscription f*e. That's more reason why I don't have to pay, or won't be paying."Reagan nodded his head, "Now I understand what you mean. Thanks for explaining, and thanks for breaking it down.""You are welcome. Come on guys, let's all head back home," Alistair said as the elevator closed up. "Thank you for the meal, it was amazing," Nathan said, staring at Alistair."Why the fuck are you thanking me? Was I the o
"Alistair," she replied, gazing at him. "You don't have to speak about your mum in such a way.""Really? I shouldn't have said it. Then what was I supposed to say? Why are you also pretending that you don't have an idea about how she treats me?" She asked as she got on her feet."Come on guys, why do we have to always quarrel over things? Let's just call this a quit, please," Nathan, who has been quiet, finally spoke up.They both turned towards him, they were about to speak. But Reagan was fast enough, "That's the truth boss, if I remember perfectly before we came down from the car. You mentioned when you get out of the car, you are heading straight to your bed.I am shocked you are still here, aren't you planning on sleeping anymore?"Alistair tilted his head towards Reagan, "Are you serious?""Oops, I was just saying," he replied, and walked away."You know maybe that's the right thing you need to do. You need to get some rest after having an exhausting day. Freshen up, and rest,"
(Thirty minutes later)Oliver parked his car at the front of Cathy's apartment. He turned off the ignition of his car and also took off his seatbelt. He exhaled, before bringing out his phone from his pocket.His index finger touching the fingerprint sensor, his phone got unlocked. Oliver tapped on the call icon, and he tapped on Cathy's contact. It rang for a few seconds before she answered, "Are you ready?" He asked with a cold voice.She kept quiet for a while before she spoke up, "No I am not.""What? You are not, what's taking you this long to get ready?" He asked as she sat up gazing at her apartment. "The dress I had in mind to wear got spoiled.""Then get another dress to wear, and stop wasting my time," he blurted out rudely."I can't. That's the cloth I had in mind to wear," she muttered sobbing. That was when he discovered she was crying. "Are you crying?""Why shouldn't I cry? This is my best dress, do you know how much I got it?" She sobbed."Come on, stop speaking as if
"You can say that again," she said blushing, running her hands around her hair. "So what took you much time before you finally decided to wear this?"She looked away, "Can we start going?""Yeah, I wouldn't have to waste my time arguing about why you couldn't make a simple decision on time. I hope that's not the way you do when working with Alistair?""Come on Oliver, what are you insinuating?" She asked, tilting her head towards him."It was a question I asked, it's not like I said something silly," he replied."You could have said something silly. There's absolutely no difference between what you just said, and anything silly that might come out of your mouth," she replied, rolling her eyes."Is that what you now think about me? You think every word that comes out of my mouth is silly right?" He asked, looking at her, taking his gaze off the road."I didn't say something like that. You don't have to put words in my mouth," she replied."It's alright. We don't have to fight over this