SOFIA I couldn't imagine going through that process again. And seeing that my first time ended in a horrible situation, it was hard for me to adapt. No, I was bluffing. I did not want to do it. I did not want to work in an office ever again. I couldn't process sitting down and obeying others, basically worshipping someone who may or may not be a monster again. I refused to risk it.I took another sip of my coffee. I was beginning to think asking for milk was a bad idea. My insides were beginning to argue. "Can I visit the ladies' real quick? If you don't mind?" I asked Alex before I disgraced myself in front of him again. It was already enough that he saw me struggling out of a rape. Him seeing me trying to hold my fart in was not a good look.He looked at me concerned. Oh Trust me, it's not what you think. I wanted to say that but then I'd be giving myself away before he found out. "Are you okay? Do you need a hospital?" He asked. Ugh I didn't need a goddamn hospital. I stood up slow
SOFIAAs I was chatting away my thoughts, I noticed that Alex was just looking at me, his mind was elsewhere. He made this kind of face that suggested he was thinking out of what we were discussing. But, there was still this tendency that he was thinking about what I had told him.I sipped my coffee. The waitress surely added too much milk to this coffee and if I kept drinking it, I would mess up this whole place. I sat well, reaching for the napkin on the table and I dabbed at my mouth. I felt my stomach grumble and hoped I was the only one who heard it.It would be awkward if I excused myself again. I bit my upper lip and as I looked at Alex, I saw that he was now looking at me and there was a spark of understanding, a wistful look that conveyed empathy in his amazing eyes. Now, I wasn't sure if it was the fact that I wanted to fart again or the fact that he understood my predicament.I looked at him and he smiled. This time, I knew his wistful look wasn't on my fart, but on the man
ALEXIn all the months I knew Sofia Griffin, I never expected her curiosity to be directed towards me. She always surprised me though, but now I was more shocked than surprised. She wanted to know about me. I was a bit nervous when she asked but hey? Anything for us to get closer. I was down for that.I desperately tried to ignore the feeling in my guts. I felt guilty for the first time. How would Mother look at me? Seeing that I put my selfish goals first before this innocent's woman peace of mind? This was another chance for me to prove myself. I could save her. But at what cost? My whole dream? The entire Cartel?Thoughts were running through my head as I looked at her. She was spiked up and for some odd reason she avoided her coffee since her visit to the toilet. Ohh. I didn't think of it in that way. Now it seemed a little funny to me. How cute. It was nature's way, she didn't have to be so shy about it.This had to be a special type of superpower. How was she so calm? How could
SOFIAHe was smiling. But I knew a thousand thoughts were in his head. I wanted to dare to know them. That would bring me closer to him, know what he was thinking and what he was feeling.I learnt from my mum that a way to understand a man was to know what he was feeling and what he was thinking. What could be running in his head when he said, "come work for me?" He didn't put much thoughts into it, I suppose.And I still couldn't believe it when he offered me a job at his company. It was such a generous and unexpected gesture, and I couldn't understand why he would do such a thing for me. As I sat with the coffee mug not far from me, I listened to him talk about his father and dead brother. Never dated, but I was sure he must have had a fair share of 'women'.The big fat question mark was, why would he want to help me? What had I done to deserve this kind of kindness from him? And why was he always looking out for me, making sure I was okay and offering his support whenever I needed
SOFIAI didn't want to ask him, but I had to. I took a moment to collect my thoughts, weighing my options. "No, I don't think that's it, just tell me, Alex, why?"This was too much for just a friend. In this present age, no man would help a woman to this extent. Absolutely no man I know. But Alex would and even he seemed fine about it.He just stared at me, unsure of what to say. I don't know if I had crossed the line or not. But his eyes remained calm. I don't understand how he could say something really heavy and still sit through it calmly like nothing happened. He had that calm demeanour, that nonchalant attitude. And it made my stomach churn.Alex made me feel more than I was supposed to when he said things like this. It was just like the first time we met. Prior to me drinking at that bar, what I had been thinking of was what I would do once I found those who killed my parents. Deep down in me, I knew the killers was out there, somewhere, and I was determined to find them.A tho
SOFIAI wanted to actually tell him how I felt. What I was thinking too. But there was something holding me back. It was the fact that I always acted bold, independent and other attributes of a woman of steel. I didn't want him to see that vulnerable side of me. Not now, not ever. I was sure if I started to tell him what was wrong and how I was dealing with it, I would cry.And I wasn't dealing with it nicely. No, I felt like breaking down and I wanted to cry. The scrubbing and the bathing I had in the bathroom wasn't enough to wash away the irritation I felt within me, towards my boss, towards everybody in that company in general. I found everything very repulsive and talking about it would make me cringe.With these emotions in me, all I could utter was, "I need some time to process everything," I just told him, though it feels like a feeble excuse. I wish I could be more honest with him, to let him in on the turmoil that was brewing beneath the surface, threatening to burst out of
ALEXWhen she said I made her eat well. I was glad. It covered up the fact that she didn't want to talk about the assault from her boss.The thing is I wanted to know what she was thinking about all of this. It's best to just talk it out but she didn't want to. I understand the fact that she was still shaken from all that had happened. It was still fresh in her head but talking about it would ease the pain, hurt, disappointment a little bit.I couldn't begin to imagine how she must have felt when her boss touched her. She must have been sorting out documents and files, and he must have entered, smirking and giving her lustful glances. She must have looked away from him, demanding politely what he wanted. He must have said it outrightly that she was sexy and all and he must have moved closer to her while she tried to escape.A lot must have happened before I came in. Her shirt was torn and I could see the black bra she was wearing underneath. Her face was red and her hair in dismay. Sh
ALEX The conversation I had with the private investigator made me feel a little at ease. With what he had and what he was going to find, I was sure it would be complete and would ruin Sofia's boss. It would teach him some valuable lessons not to mess with people again. You never know who's the right people and the wrong people.Now, he messed with the wrong people and it was time to show him who is the boss. I plan to see him rot in jail. To see him lose all he ever accumulated in the wrong ways.I don't intend to allow him to spend perhaps a day or two, a week or two in police custody, I intend to extend it to a five years minimum and ten years maximum and I will make sure he loses a lot while in jail.I made my way through the office. My head kept on bringing ideas. I have to quickly formulate a plan and begin to coordinate with the team to track down her parents' murderer. I wanted to ensure that those who did this faced the full force of the law and that they would never be able