Mum had left without turning back. I had run out chasing the vehicle until my legs gave out. The guards had come out to carry me, a crying mess, into the house. Grandma was at the door waiting patiently, but I could see the fiery in her eyes.
"Drop her." She bellowed to the guards and they set me down.
I crawled to her, sobbing. "Grandma, she left. Dad was just buried and she left. She did not think about me."
"Then why are you wasting your tears?" Grandma grated.
"It hurts," I cried. "It hurts so much."
"It would hurt more if you do not shut up right this instant," Grandma threatened.
Everyone was silent except me. I could not help but cry. Why would Mum abandon me?
"Get me my whip," Grandma ordered. "I need to teach my granddaughter how to endure pain."
My teary eyes rounded like saucers. My heart began to pound. The whip arrived and Grandma slashed it across my back. My screams filled the house. The slashes rained down on me and with it came a new burst of pain. My throat had constricted and I could not hear my voice anymore. My head thudded loudly and my feet did not find it in themselves to move. I laid there, whipped until I passed out.
I woke with a start. It was all a dream but it felt so real. I could feel the whips on my body at that moment but it did not hurt as much as it used to.
The dark room indicated it was early hours of the morning. Four fifty-six am, the alarm clock read. I got out of bed and took my cigarette pack to the balcony. Extracting a single stick, I lit it and took a long drag. It soothed my tired nerves and made me feel alive. I smiled at the emptiness.
I looked up at the grey sky and remembered Mum. Even though I did not want to care, I could not help but wonder where she was and how she was coping. Did her lover still love her? Was leaving me worth it all? Did she miss me?
But I knew that even if she came back, I would not just accept her with open arms. Grandma had instilled into me ruthlessness. I could not forgive anyone who trampled on me.
I was out, taking drags after drags, in my thin nightie, till six am. My maids began to trickle in. Activities had begun to take place outside the compound.
"Your bath is ready, Miss," my chief maid informed me. She was in her mid forties and was widowed from what I had heard.
I nodded, not sparing her a glance and took one last drag from my smoke. I had not even realized I had smoked half of the pack. I handed the packet to a maid who tucked it away.
Entering the bathroom, I discarded my nightie and entered into my bathtub filled with milk. I held my breath and dunked my head, letting the milk caress my skin for five minutes. Soon, I gasped out and scrubbed for a while before exiting.
My maids were already waiting to dress me up. I had it hot with them yesterday for the slap I had received from Grandma. They had laid on the floor and I had stepped on each of them.
Once I got seated in front of my vanity, they began to work on me. My chief maid chose a sleeveless skyblue floral jumpsuit. My hair was let down in its curls and it flowed down to my waist. I wore my ruby lip ring and necklace. Thin ruby bangles and rings glowed on my hands and a studded pair glimmered on my ears. A red purse and blue flats were chosen for me.
"Light makeup," I mumbled and they obliged.
I was at the door when Aunt Joan came to get me. She led me downstairs where Grandma was waiting in a casual wear.
She gave me a tight smile. "Very good. Make sure to keep this up."
I knew she referred to my punctuality.
"If you slack, your employees too will slack. Do not give them a chance to," she admonished.
I nodded.
"Joan will let you in on the ropes. After today, you will be left alone to fully run the operations. Make me proud." She dismissed.
I nodded and walked to the door.
"Ivory," I heard her call out to me.
I stopped and turned. She approached me and held me by my shoulders.
"Head's up. Chest out. Shoulder high. Elegant walk," she chanted and let me go.
I nodded and exited. My fleet of cars already awaiting me. I got to Stone Culturist's building five minutes early and sauntered in. Everyone's gaze settled on me and their sibilant whispers reached my ears.
I had bypassed two ladies in black suits when I heard one scoff in disgust. "She is too young to be the CEO. I can not imagine taking orders from her. What does she know?"
The other shushed her but it was too late. I had heard the envy and jealousy and distrust. I stopped and turned to them. My guards and Aunt Joan stopping with me.
"Who said that?" I quietly asked, glaring both of them calmly.
They were silent.
"Do you love your jobs?" I questioned coolly.
They both nodded and the other girl pointed her partner out. My eyes scanned the envious one.
"How old are you?" I inquired.
She stuttered, "Th...thirty sev...seven."
I studied her. She was a pretty brunette. Looked younger than her age. But I shook her head and tutted.
"I do not need old empty heads in my company either. You are fired." I announced and made to move but she was on her knees, holding unto my leg.
"Please." she pleaded. "I am sorry." Tears pricked the corner of her eyes.
I felt my skin crawl at the contact. My eyes zeroed in on her grip on my leg.
"Get your hands off me," I chafed and she immediately did in fear. "I need her off my territory in five minutes. Throw her out if you may." I informed the chief security, who stood amongst my entourage.
"Yes ma'am," he replied briskly and talked quickly into his walkie talkie.
I left for my office, Aunt Joan and the guards quietly following. My receptionist greeted me but I ignored her and entered my office. Only Aunt Joan followed me in.
My office was hexagonal, containing a desk, shelf, conference table, a flat screen television and a massage chair. It had floor to ceiling windows and blinds. There was a door I was sure led to a bathroom.
"You did a good job. Staking your claim and letting them know who you truly are. Mother would be proud." Aunt Joan commended, grinning and perching on the edge of my work table.
I smiled stiffly and took my seat on the swivel chair behind my desk. My name was already on a plaque on the desk. I powered on my laptop and checked some mails.
"Your PA should arrive soon. I sent her a message to let her know you were here already," Aunt Joan told me.
"She should be here already. I do not have to arrive before her," I muttered, scanning a mail. It said I had a meeting with one Mr. Hatcher.
I heard my door swing open. A flustered woman hurried in.
"I deeply apologize for my tardiness. I had to run all the way here," she sputtered.
I quietly studied her.
"It is fine," Aunt Joan smiled. "This is Ivory."
"I know," she beamed, her sparkling white dentition blinding my eyes.
"Lesser teeth would do. You are blinding me," I cut in.
Her smile froze and her lips shut. Aunt Joan gave me a playful glare.
"Ivory, this is Cassidy. She would be your personal assistant. Mother had deemed her right for the job. She has worked here with us for six years. She is thirty. Single. And very hardworking. I hope you two get along," Aunt Joan droned on.
I nodded twice. "Get me the file on Mr. Hatcher. I want to know what my meeting with him is all about. Do that right away. The meeting is said to be by ten."
She looked stunned, gazing at me.
"What? Did you want me to throw you a welcome party? On with it," I snapped.
She clomped to the shelf and began searching.
"Take it easy on her," Aunt Joan whispered to me.
"She should learn to get used to me," I said loudly, eliciting a tired sigh from Cassidy.
I slit my eyes at her. She ain't seen nothing yet.
He sat across me, old and wrinkled in age, with one of his sons. Stone Culturist needed him to sell his bakery to us, from the information provided from the files Cassidy had found. We had been trying to convince him for over a month now and yet he was not willing to sell. "Mr. Hatcher, this would benefit both you and your family. We will pay you well," I tried persuading the eighty year old man. The man looked at his son, who leered at me. The man turned back to me slowly. "No. I have always said no. Why do you still persist?" He chafed. I shifted in my seat, Cassidy quietly standing by me and typing away on her tab. "Because we need you. It is very important. Not just for us but for the world.""My answer is still a no," he dismissed. I looked at his son, who was still gazing at me. I winked at him and he grinned."I would like to speak to your son in private then." I told the old man. "Cassidy, escort him out."Cassidy led the man out and returned. I stretched my arm and plac
"Grandma, did you do it?" I had questioned her in her bedroom that morning. She was still in bed, sipping special tea always prepared for her ritual every morning. "Yes, I did. And I do not have regrets." She responded, her face and voice devoid of emotion. "W...w...what?" I sputtered. Grandma had taught me how to feel less emotion and not let those emotions show. But now, I felt something strange. Could not place a finger at what it was called, but it was there. Fear?"How could you, Grandma?" I questioned her. "We needed the bakery," she shrugged, sipping from her tea. "How would this get it?" I almost snapped in annoyance, but I knew if I did, I would be punished. "It would leave his family with no choice but to sell the bakery and we would be ready to buy it. You should visit their home today to offer our condolences. Then persuade them into selling the bakery." She instructed me. Even though her act was ruthless, it would get us what we wanted. And the old man was surely
I stormed into my office and flung myself into my swivel chair in annoyance. Who dared stand up to me? Who dared talk back at me? Who dared to have the last say except me? Who dared to rile me up like this? "Draw up all files on that man," I said smoothly to Cassidy. I was working so hard not to let this altercation affect my always cool demeanor. "Ummm, ma'am. That can't be possible," she mumbled. I snapped my gaze to her and squinted my eyes. "Why?" "Well, we do not have a lead on him. No name, no voice recognition, no..." I interrupted her. "Were you blind or are you so slow and dumb? Did you not see him. Can you not fucking describe him?" "B..b..." "No buts. I do not care who you call or what you do. I need to crush that man and you would have to find out who he is so I can do so. If I do not get any info about him in two days, kiss your job goodbye." I thundered. Cassidy looked visibly shaken. "Y...yes ma'am." My eyes widened in reminiscence. "Ah yes." I pointed my
Waking up groggily from my odd sleeping angle with a pounding headache, I took in the state of my room and eyed my laptop on my bed. I remembered using it last night to look up the name 'Jide' on the internet. Found out the dude was strange because he was African. Those ugly barbaric set of people, Grandma had made me believe. Nothing happened last night between us. He gave me a curt glance and sauntered away. Like he was not afraid of me. Like he had risen from the ashes. It unrattled me. I was ready for a challenge of words, like we had at our first meeting but none came. I climbed out of bed and wondered where this banging headache came from. I searched in my bedside drawers for a bottle of Aspirin and swallowed three. I was not sure I could make it to work today. I did not feel too well. Looked like the party had a huge effect on me. I hated those functions. I had to be on my toes all the time, even when I was a kid. I picked my phone and laid back in bed. Sending a quick
'I was not going to do this. I was not pushing through with this.' I kept chanting in my head the next morning as I rode to work. There was no way in hell I was going to work under someone and definitely not in a farm. Why must I take the brunt for the company? And why did those stupid Africans insist on having me do this? Why could I not just order a staff to do it? This was frustrating. I ignored everyone's greetings as I stormed into the building. I could see from my periphery how scared my employees were of my mood. Getting to my office, I banged the door shut. Cassidy was already waiting with some files but I ordered her out. I sat in my chair and balanced my head in my arms as they rested on my desk. Would these stupid people have told Grandma to do this if she was the CEO? Why would Grandma even agree to this shit? I could not do it, even for business. I grabbed the telephone receiver on my desk. "Send Miss Jones into my office right away." I ordered my receptionist
"Why are you back so early?" Grandma asked me sternly as I marched into the house. I had closed up work for the day because I was restless as curiosity was eating me raw. "We have got a problem," I said coldly, my fingers clenching on the file in my hand. She inclined her head in askance and sat up from her chair. I sat on the sofa opposite her in the study and leaned on my thighs. "Mr. Spencer is withdrawing his shares," I announced, my senses attuned to her every move. She remained unwavering. "What does he want?" "A reinvestigation on father's death," I replied. She flinched and rearranged her skirt. "Why does he want reopen old wounds? That case was closed three years ago." I sat up straight and gave her a scathing glare. "You see that is the problem. You say the case is closed but the police report says it went cold." I saw her shiver. It was a second reaction but it was there and I had noticed it. Her pupils dilated and she gulped. "That is nonsense," she evaded.
Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days. It was soon time to leave for the farm. I had to cancel my trip to Spain because Grandma said she would handle all the company business till I got back. I had not gotten any encouraging news from Detective Zane and Michelle yet; the case posed to be a harder nut to crack than I thought it was. The police had closed the case this time because Grandma had requested them to do so, saying it was a false call on my side. And even when I persisted, I was informed they would not reopen the case until there was a solid evidence on ground. "Your ride is ready, ma'am." My chief maid informed me while I enjoyed a cigar on the balcony. I wore a red polkadotted suit with emerald jewelries and and a gold studded eyebrow piercing. My feet were visible in my transparent heeled shoes. I nodded without sparing her a glance, watching as the guards struggled with five of my suitcases. I had never spent time out the house alone; it was either with my p
IVORYAfter I had met Mr. Kevin Ernest, the farm manager, and was told the list of things I was to expect here, Zala led me to the hostel. My guards and Cassidy followed me with my suitcases as we went out the 'OFFICE' building and into the brick building on the right. Mr. Kevin insisted that I discard my guards and Cassidy once I was done using their services. Zala led me up a flight of stairs and knocked on a door. A short ebony girl, who was dangerously curvy, opened the door. Her brown eyes smiled at Zala and looked at me in askance. "Hey Zala. What's good?" She asked, her accent strange. Again. Why could I not identify these accents? It was getting on my nerves. Was this what I would go through all the time? Listening to different accents hit me from every direction?"Everything," Zala replied. "You have a new roommate. Mr. Kevin's orders. He says to be nice to her."The girl leaned in the doorway and accessed me, then took notice of the people behind me. Her eyebrows shot up