Chapter six: Wish my situation can be resolved by a marriage counsellor

KAMARIA POV

Is been two weeks since I moved out of Damien's house and I haven't heard from him. Why doesn't that surprise me. This just proves how much Damien regarded me. Which is nothing. I don't need more proof to know he doesn't love me but it seems everywhere I look there is a reminder. Telling myself it doesn't hurt will be a big fat lie to myself and there are just two people you can't lie to yourself and God.

For days now I have been trying not to think about him, to move on with my life. Telling myself that it is over. We might not have signed the divorce papers but it is over, but getting over Damien is easier said than done.

I haven't told my parents about our divorce and that is because of my dad. I don't want to break his heart on top of losing his best friend, a man he considers a brother more than his own brothers. The Blacks might not like my family, at least two - third the Blacks, but my family loves them, especially Damien whom my father treats like a son he never had, not that my dad regrets having me. My parents loves me just as I am.

After I left Damien I stayed with Bobby, one of my best friend for few days before finding an apartment for myself. A small two bedroom apartment. It might not be as luxurious or ritz as Damien's apartment but it is mine and it is few blocks from the law firm where I work so that is a bonus.

I walked into Parker, Franklin and Lusch law firm with my hands filled with two cups of coffee and brown take out bag containing Jeffrey's croissants, his favourite.

Most of the employees are yet to make it in so it is a little quiet than it usually is when everyone is in. I am a little early. It is barely seven o clock. On good days I manage to make it just in time to avoid being late but with everything that is going on in my life sleeping have become an issue. Why cling to my bed if I am not going to sleep.

Parker, Franklin and Lusch law firm sits on the fifty two floor of a sixty floor storey building in the heart of the city. It is one of the best up and coming law firm in the city, a place for the movers and shakers. Owned by three people, Jeffery Parkers, Rawlins Franklin, and Katherine Lusch.

My box heels strike the dark wood floor softly as I walked past the glass offices of most of the junior lawyers, then the receptionist desk, it wasn't empty like most of the cubicles I just passed.

I wasn't surprised that Monique is in. The dark skinned woman is a hard worker and one of the people that keeps PF&L working like a well oiled machine. She was already on the phone making calls, her desk looking like she been here a while.

"Morning!" I greeted her with a polite smile as I walked by and only got a brisk wave in return. I continued my way to Jeffrey's office which is located towards the end of another hallway separate from the masses. Actually the office of the other names in PF&L are there too.

When I got to my office, an anteroom attached to Jeffrey's office I settled down and began to organise Jeffrey's day before he gets here.

Soon the office started to stir as more employees began to arrive. At exactly eight o clock my boss arrived looking very sharp in his black powersuit.

Jeffery is a very handsome man in middle forties, not that you can tell with his lean muscular physique, his shinny glossy hair combed neatly off his face.

"Get the files for the Matheson's case and follow me. Madeline will be arriving soon," Jeffery threw at me without even a hello.

I flinched as the Matheson's case kind of hit home, but I managed not let my pain show.

"Morning to you too," I whispered underneath my voice and started getting the files he requested.

"I heard that!" Jeffery growled before disappearing into his office. I don't know how he could have heard that. It was a mumble, unless he is a vampire, or a werewolf. Wouldn't put it past him. Jeffery prowess as a lawyer makes him come off not human sometimes. He is extremely brilliant.

The Matheson's case is a very big case with a lot of media attention which isn't surprising seeing who the Matheson's are. The Matheson's just like the Blacks are one of the richest families in the city. After being married for over thirty years the Matheson have decided to call it quits.

Madeline is our client, a very wealthy woman who made her money independent of her husband. She is into beauty products and hav grown her own empire.

The case have been dragging for almost two months now because the couple have a lot of shared properties and dividing those between them is a nightmare because everyone wants what the other want.

Today Madeline will say she wants the vacation house at Bahamas, the next day Tony will say he wants it too. Back and forth they squabble hurling names at each other and the day ends with nothing achieved.

In my humble opinion I believe the two couples are still fond of each other and will benefit from a marriage counselor but they are both proud human beings and would never think of doing that.

Wish my situation can be resolved by a marriage counselor, but no counselor under the son can make Damien love me, which is the root of the problem.

I let out a sad sigh as I gathered everything Jeffery will need for his upcoming meeting with Madeline and his breakfast. Today I had promised myself that I wouldn't think about Damien and is not even nine o clock and I have thought about him thrice.

"Here you go," I placed the coffee and the croissants on Jeffrey's table along with his coffee.

"Thank you," he said not looking up from the book he was going through. Jeffery can be courteous when he chooses to be, which is not all the time.

His office is old fashioned, looking more like the study you find in the nineteen century English home, than anything in this century. There are a lot of books, law books in the huge shelf occupying a greater portion of the office, antiquities, the floor covered with a push rug and the office smelling like old leather and cigarette along with Jeffrey's cologne.