CHAPTER 8
Leaving the building, I couldn't help but love
how the day went. I was happy and I was
going home happy.
The next day,I woke up early because of course I slept early and as they say 'early to bed early to rise'. I reached The Wright's corporation on time greeted, the receptionist who replied me then I headed to my office. I dropped my hand bag on my desk and went to Mr Wright's office same routine every morning. I met him pacing front and back, clenching and unclenching his fist and jaw.
Trouble
I didn't know what to do whether to make my presence known or not.
"Good morning sir," I greeted with my heart in my mouth.
He turned and killed me with his glare. I was shivering. This man has a temper. Its a miracle he hasn't physically injured somebody. If he hasn't.
"What says your time Ms. Good heart?" he asked with anger, fury, irritation and a lot more in his now dark blue orbs.
"Fifteen.....fifteen minutes to nine, sir" I stuttered.
"And you thought because yesterday was almost your day off, everyday would be like that?!!" He barked.
"No sir, actually, I... I mean its fifteen minutes that is I'm fifteen minutes early I
"Would you shut the fuck up? You are fifteen minutes early says who? You didn't do a single work yesterday and you don't know you are to arrive early today in order to cover what you couldn't cover yesterday, where is your common sense woman!!!?" He was back, if only he could remain a cry baby for ever.
Christiana focus you are about to enter
trouble
"I'm sorry Sir" I said it was pointless arguing with him.
"You are sorry?!!?" I looked down at my feet. I mean it wasn't my fault, I wasn't the one who delayed work yesterday. But because of yesterday, work definitely was pending today.
"These are the names of companies our corporation deals with." He said calmly which made me look up at out of surprise. I collected the paper from him and scanned it. Then he continued.
"Take out all those files in my cupboard and file all these documents in them." He said pointing from his cupboard to his desk. I looked from his open cupboard to his desk and felt like crying. In his cupboard, they were more than fifty files and on his desk, they were more than three hundred and fifty documents.
"Arrange them properly, don't misplace those documents, they are important records." I heard him say. I looked at him and watched him sit down. He stared into my eyes with intensity and I just mopped at him. Still staring into my eyes, he broke into a grin. He was doing this in purpose. He purposely didn't work yesterday so that today he won't let me rest. The time was nine fifteen. Only God knows when I'll be through.
"Time won't wait for you" he said
As if you know
I moved over to his cupboard with the piece of paper in my hand. I found the files disarranged. I breathed out in frustration. I removed the files carefully. It wasn't an easy job. By the time I reached the thirtieth file I was tired. I cracked my fingers. I looked at him and saw him looking at me with that stupid grin still on his face.
If I slap that grin off your face, you will know that I don't have your strength.
I continued removing the files from the cupboard not minding his stupid grin.
Eventually I finished removing the files. I carried the documents in eight trips to my office because they were much and in all these movement he was staring at me smirking.
I carried the last batch and headed towards the door when I heard him whistle. I turned back and saw him staring at my butt. He stared so hard that I prayed his eyes would fall out.
I cleared my throat to inform him that I was aware of his perverted work. He looked up at me and met my gaze then his eyes darkened and looked away.
Strange ma n
I left his office and ran to my office
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After many hours of working, the telephone rang.
"Yes sir,"
"I'm leaving right now, deliver those files to my house. I'll send you my home address," he said
Wait what?
"Sir I...I...." I started but he cut the call. Was he being serious? I checked the time it was past lunch almost closing time and I was not done with my work.
A vibration from my phone alerted me. It was a message from an unfamiliar number. I opened the message and it said;
Don't leave the office till you are done. As I
said earlier, bring those files to my home.
The address is House No 25 Rue St. Louis
street.
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I read the message over and over again wondering what was going on in his head.
How did he get my number??
He is my boss it's possible he got my number from the office. I hissed and dropped my phone and continued working.
Few hours later the atmosphere changed already I was informed of the coming storm from the app in my phone. I rubbed my eyes, cracked my fingers, stretched my hands. I got up to stretch. When I was done stretching, I started packing my stuffs because already I was done with work.
I switched off the light and left my office. I left the building and headed towards the road. I entered a cab and went to his house.
On reaching there, I couldn't believe my eyes, I totally forgot it wanted to rain. That is I was amazed. The house is HUGE!! Not just huge, it is beautiful.
I stood there for fifteen minutes admiring the house. It was as beautiful as the owner.
I was snapped out of my thought by a drizzle.
I stepped into the building and was dumbfounded. I kept moving looking everywhere admiring the entire place relishing in it's beauty till I reached the elevator. I reached his floor and pressed his doorbell. It rang but nobody opened I rang and rang and rang. Still no reply. It already had started raining yet no sign of him. I called his number but it kept going to his voicemail. I was annoyed. I was angry he asked me to come to his house just to keep me waiting he just has a way of making me angry.
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I woke up to someone kicking me. I sat up looked around, everywhere was dark. I saw flashes of lighting and heard roarings of thunder. Where was I? I asked myself. Had I been kidnapped?? A lot of questions where running through my head. Why was it raining much?, what time is it?
"Christiana", I heard a very familiar and commanding voice call my name
"Christiana are you dead?" the voice asked with a little chuckle.
Mr. Wright? It dawned on me. I remembered everything. I came to give him the documents, he wasn't around, it started raining I got tired and........did I sleep here? I guess I did.
"Henrik come on let's get inside I'm freezing" I heard a voice say and it was the voice of a woman. And she was either drunk or sleepy which ever but she didn't sound normal. This man asked me to come to his house when he was aware that he wasn't going to be around. When he knew he was going out with somebody. When he knew.........
I was furious. I was wide awake. I got up picked up my hand bag and the files. I stood glared at him. I murdered him with my eyeballs by now, my eye had gotten adjusted to the darkness. I could see him properly. Then he switched on the lights. I got dazzled. I shut my eyes for a moment and opened my eyes. He was still standing there with his fling besides him arms interlocked together. Her blonde head was on his shoulder his hands in his pocket, face expressionless.
Annoying beas t
"What are you doing here?" He asked coldly
"What?" I didn't know when I asked that.
"What are you doing here Christiana?" He asked again
Unbelievable
"You asked me to brings these files to your house" I snapped pointing to the piles of files in my hand really angry and it was no secret.
"I did?" He asked looking down at my hand then back to my face.
"Henrik" the blonde purred
"Just a minute babe" he said to her.
"Alright then Christy come inside" he said and motioned to the door ready to type in his code.
"I won't" I retorted. Stopping on his track, he turned and asked
"Why?"
Is he serious??
"Mr. Henrik Wright these are the files" I said stretching the piles over to him.
"I need to get my babe to rest before I take those from you" he said turning back to his door.
"If you don't take this thing from me now, I would drop them on the floor and I am not joking" I said in a threatening voice.
"You should be glad I invited you into my home. Besides it's raining you can't go in this storm". He said normally. I didn't reply him I dropped the files on the floor and started moving. He didn't notice my movement till he heard the elevator open.
"Christiana" he called when I stepped into the elevator.
"Your father."
To be continued
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