James Andrew, the CEO of Andrews Limited sighed heavily on the chair in his large and well furnished office, besuited in color red and white shirt. It was valentine's day.
But,he had no one to celebrate with at the age of thirty. No woman was in his life. They all date,use and jilt him for no reason exactly. It was obvious they were all after his money so he decided to remain a bachelor for a while.
James sat upright as he pondered about his life. His parents had been pestering him,wanting to see their grandchildren . They wanted him to choose a woman from a good home and who he loved. They did not want to choose for him.
Being the third and last born,he was cherished and loved by his twins brothers,Peter and Paul. His brothers had gotten married and had two kids each. He was the only single in the family.
The more he pondered,the more he realized that none of these women had any tangible reason neither did he find any flaw in himself. He was handsome,tall and with slightly curved legs. To top it all,he was rich. Wealthy,in fact. He owned a big company. He was just so unlucky to have met the first few gold diggers.
He decided to let the issue off his mind. He had got a lot to do than to sit down, pondering about what he now considered not to be his top priority.
He heard a knock sounded on the door,so he ordered the person to come in.
Vivian went in and sat before him. She was a friend of his. She was beautifully dressed in skimpy red and white gown and red stilettoes and white hat. She had put on a blue lens which made her eyeballs blue and pretty and had a nicely shaped lips which smiled at him.
She was indeed beautiful.
James was lost and far from reality with the dazzling angel before him. She was once his crush and he had summoned his courage and ask her out,but she had turned him down without genuine reason. He had thought that she felt the same way for him, but he concluded he was wrong when she turned him down. That could only be the reason because he did not believe in what she told him that she could not go out with the friend she had gotten used to.
That actually hurt him, but he made up his mind to forget having her in such an intimate way. And he was trying,just that he couldn't help not being mesmerized when she appear sexy like she did now.
"James?" Vivian jerked him back to life from his dream land.
He smiled. "Oh! Sorry, I was just thinking about something," he said,leaning forward so that his two elbows were on his desk which was separating the two of them.
"What were you thinking? Well, I am sorry I disallowed your secretary to inform you I was outside. I wanted it to be a surprise but it wasn't," Vivian said with a disappointed look.
Yeah, she could order her secretary around on some certain things. That was how close she was to him.
"Oh,no! It is indeed a surprise to see you on such a day like this. Tell me,what brings you here?" He asked,leaning back on his chair.
"I want us to go on a date,James. You have no plans, right?" Vivian asked,smiling.
James stared deeply at her. He had known her to be a person of free mind. She had no difficulty in expressing herself. That was one thing he did not like. What was the point of teasing him with something he could not have? He cleared his throat and returned the smile. "I'm sorry,but —," he tried to say.
"No buts,James. We're going out and that's it. Aren't you bored here? Come on,let's go," She persisted,rising to her feet.
Left with no choice,James followed her and they went to an eatery to eat and drink. The place was beautifully decorated and there were so many couples coming in and out of the place. He quickly averted his gaze so as not to return to his pondering state. The case,as trivial as he might have seen it,was making him sad and uncomfortable.
It made him lonely. What to do! Vivian was just his friend. Nothing more or less than that. She did not want more.
"I love this place," he commented.
"Really? Well,I guess it's nice," Vivian said with her generous smile.
"Yes. Hum — Let's get going. I still have some works in the company to take a look at," James said,admiringly. He was expecting her to say 'No,let's stay a while,' but it was ' Yes, let's go' instead.
They had eaten and spent some minutes enjoying the view of the place. It was quite. He would not have minded to stay for as long as he could if he was there with his woman, but he was not.
Should he be disappointed? Never can tell. They rose up and cleared their bills,then took their leave.
"Mum,dad. I will really kill myself if you don't get me a job that pays well," Joyce cried,stamping her feet on the ground in akimbo. She was a beautiful young lady of twenty five but with a petty job even though she was a literate. Her parents knew her to be always unserious and careless but with integrity. She was also known to be a trouble 'stirer.' She had beaten a few men,till they lost consciousness,who had asked her parents for her hand in marriage. Both rich and poor men. Joyce had once ended up behind bar as a result of 'disciplining',as she claimed it,a rich man who asked for her name and address. It seemed the man was persistent as she refused to give him what he wanted,so she 'disciplined' him. "Joyce," her parents chorused. "Be calm," Donald,her father said. "You can kill us if you want or yourself. Aren't you supposed to be the one out there seeking up and down for a job?" Felicia,her mother said. She continued, "You have no shame,dear child. So,you want your father a
Joyce Donald was in her place of work,chatting with a friend named Angela. They were both working as waitresses in an eatery which was popularly known as 'Yes,thanks.' The nickname was given to the restaurant as anybody as anybody who ate there always request for more. 'Yes,thanks' had always been the reply of most customers if they were asked, "Do you enjoy the meal?" Or "Do you want to order for more?" "No matter how popular this place is,Angela,it will be bad if the pay refuses to increase. So many waiters and waitresses have been complaining about that," Joyce said to her friend. "It's not as if they are not earning,Joyce. They are gaining a lot. The manager is just too stingy. He is a miser," Angela pointed out. Felix,the manager of the restaurant approached them. Talk of the devil. They were shocked at first but relaxed when they notice he didn't hear the gossip. "Joyce,I want to ask you for a favor," he began. "The man at the entrance..." He paused
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Vivian once again visited James on Sunday and insisted that James should follow her to a place. He refused at first but she was really persistent. He had no choice. They were halfway to the place when he broke the silence playing around them. "Viv,where did you say we're going?" James asked with curiosity. He was just being directed by her on where to take a turn right or left. He was the one driving in his car but he's ignorant of the place. "Yes,thanks," she replied and the expression that appeared on his face was the perfect definition of confusion. "Pardon?" Vivian laughed. "I know you'll be confused. You need to take a look at your face," she told him between laughter. "Anyway, that's the name. It's a popular eatery. I just want us to try the place," she furthered to qu
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James sat in his office alone after summoning for his personal assistant. He had been in need of it for quite a while now. Not that there were no applicants that wanted to work but they were not qualified enough to his taste. His former P. A,a man of integrity and loyalty to him,suddenly resigned with the excuse that he would be abroad - based from then on. He was hurt but he had no choice and all applicants he had been interviewing after him did not have the qualification he wanted. Thus,he was happy when his brother,Peter,had told him of a person that was educated,hardworking and intelligent. Peter had suggested and assured him that the person would be no doubt qualified and fit for the position. If he were to be honest with himself, he found her tactful even though she talks too much. She was always willing to keep quiet whenever he told