Chapter five: Lunch with my mother

DAMIEN POV

I got into work mid morning today because I needed some time to clear my head.

Finally the divorce is happening, I should be glad. It is what I have wanted since my father announced that I was getting married to Kamaria, but why am I feeling like I was making a mistake.

My driving around didn’t exactly clear my head, neither did it make me change my mind.

As soon as I settled down into my seat, I called in my secretary to get an update on what I have on my calendar.

After she was done briefing me on the litany of meetings I have, I enquired if the creative director of our advertising branch called.

Our company is a huge company made up of two branches. The marketing branch and the advertising branch, and I am the CEO of the both branch.

Our advertising branch hasn’t been doing well, and I am at the verge of firing the creative director for his incompetency.

“No he didn’t.”

I shook my head, reaching for the telephone on my desk to call him.

“Your mother called,” my secretary chipped in while the phone rang in my ear.

"What did she want?" I haven't spoken to my mother since my father's funeral. I have been ignoring her calls.

"Lunch at the country club."

I wasn’t going to honour the invitation but Maria disabused me of that notion.

She said if you don’t come she will come to the office.

I nodded, dismissing my secretary

Guess I have a lunch date with my mother. The last thing I want is for her to show up here, and then start to micromanage everything, pointing out things that I am doing wrong.

I shuddered at dealing with my high energy mother at work. I try as much as possible to keep her away from the company, keeps my sanity in tact.

My call with the creative director didn’t go well. It went with me yelling and him trying to proof he is right and I do not have the right to complain and ended with me ordering him to my office with the presentation contract we are bidding this week.

He arrived few hours past the half an hour mark I gave him, which I believe was intentional, but I didn’t comment on it and just asked for the presentation without inviting him to seat down.

He made a move to seat down on the seat across from me, but the hot glare I shot his way made him think twice.

He took out his computer and slotted in the hard drive and pressed play and then stepped back to let me watch it.

I watched the presentation with my face devoid of any feelings when I was done I turned to regard him.

"Are you sure this will guarantee us the bid."

My voice was cold, and deadly, letting him no that a lost wasn’t an option because his job was riding on this presentation.

He clearly understood the threat underlying my words because a look of nervousness flashed across his eyes briefly, and was gone within a twinkle of an eye to be replaced by a confident, slightly cocky expression on his face.

Yes, sir, I am certain, he replied arrogantly.

His cockiness isn’t a good look on him, and it irritates the hell out of me.

He is barely performing, yet he is acting like he is the one keeping the company afloat.

Let’s hope so, Mr Samuel, because if you don’t bag this presentation I will fire you, I said plainly not mincing words.

I understand, sir, he said coldly and took his leave.

By the time lunch rolled around I have managed to get most of my meetings out of the way. I walked into the country club restaurant to find my mum already waiting.

Despite being indoors she had half of her face covered with large dark sunglasses, and a huge feather like hat perched on her pixie cut dark brown hair.

She was a perfect example of a rich socialite.

"Hello mum," I air kissed her cheek before taking a seat.

I looked around for the waiter and called him.

"When are you divorcing that gold digger wife of yours?" Mum spat out with a disgusting sneer on her face, as soon as the waiter walked away with my order.

"At least you waited until I have ordered," I mumbled sarcastically.

"You know I never liked her and her family. I don't know what possessed your father to make you marry that fat cow," mother growled, ignoring my words.

I wouldn't exactly call Kamaria a cow, yes she isn't skinny like most of the women in our circle, but she has curves in all the right places. I fought my body reaction to the reminder of those delicious curves. One of the reasons I hadn't been able to resist her during our marriage even though I had promised myself I wasn't going to touch her.

My mother have never hidden how she felt about Kamaria and her family. Being from a different social background mother felt that our association with the family some how tainted our reputation in the high society.

My mother and I disagree on a lot of things but in this I agree with her.

"Yes, mum. I have already told her about the divorce," I once again frowned inside as I remembered Kamaria lack of protest.

"Good, and make sure she leaves with no penny. I am not allowing a dime from our money go to that family. They have eating off us enough," mother snarled.

I wasn't going to divorce Kamaria without giving her anything, but there is no need letting mother know.

" Now once that coniving bitch and her family is out of our lives we will think about you settling down with someone from the right family."

What mum means is someone from a rich and powerful home like ours.

I nodded didn't bother telling her that I wasn't sure if I was ready for another marriage yet.

After lunch with my mother, I went back to work.

I got home after leaving work to find the house unusually quiet. I climbed the stairs to our bedroom thinking maybe Kamaria was asleep but when I opened the door there was no one there. I looked at the vanity table to find it devoid of her things, which prompted me to go to her closet. That was empty as well.

She left.

The weird feeling I have been feeling ever since I told Kamaria about the divorce came back.