Dion froze. He had been standing beside his father, with his head bowed. Bowman leaned on him and whispered, “Dion? You gotta say something.”Dion gently shook his head.“Dion,” another whisper from Bowman.“I don’t know what to say,” a whisper from Dion.“Say thank you.”Silence…Seeing the shift in the atmosphere, Bowman knew he had to say something to the crowd, “Jitters.” He laughed, “He’s been suffering jitters since he got back.” Going back to Dion, “You better start talking, man.”“Honestly, I don’t know what to say,” Dion finally spoke up. “It does feel good to be missed. And I must say, I can feel my confidence hit the sky, already.”The tension had loosened up. Not one in the crowd expected anything like that from Dion. They could all see that he was humbled, and shy. He stood next to hi

Dion continued to excel at work. His father was already sending him potential business associates to cut deals with.Still, not one in the office had the best of Dion. Each person wondered and would only dream of having contact with Dion. Dion was a very scarce man in the office—it was like he was hiding himself from his staff. Bare in mind, he was their manager back in time when he was mean. And so, right now, he was probably too embarrassed to face them all again.Only his PA had the pleasure of interacting with him, often when she brought in coffee, meals, or just doing her job, and then she would leave his office to hers which was just next door. The other staff would hear the PA and Dion laughing some of the times, and they would admire that. The PA had become most adored in the office because of her association with the CEO—Dion.For the first time, she was starting to enjoy her job and all the attention it brought. For the first time she felt visible around the office. Her coll

“He is the grandson of Bowman Hill.”At the sound of that, there went a silent pause at the table. They were all shocked to hear that. They knew that that could mean Vincent was the richest child in the group. “Wait,” one said, “that can only mean… You’re Dion’s son!”Gift would not believe it, “I don’t think Bowman’s son has a child. It was never mentioned of him ever getting married and starting a family!”All that while, Vincent had his eyes at Sphesihle who struggled the torture of some of her classmates, tossing foods and whatever junk they had at her. She was only trying to have her meal as peaceful as she could. She finally got up with her tray to leave the room. As she walked through the tables, one in that crowd, pulled out their leg and tripped her over—letting her tumble onto her food on the floor. Just like that, loud bursts of cheers took over the hall. Poor Sphesih

“I’ll be on a flight to Cape Town in an hour.” “For how long will you be gone?” “I’ll be back tomorrow.” “I’m coming with you.” “No—” “Dion, you’re making it up to me, remember?” “Oh,” he sighed. ……………………………. Meanwhile, Mpumi went on lunch with Thabo. They were walking around in a store. Mpumi mainly chose that store because she considered it cheaper, while Thabo preferred the restaurant down the street. He did not manage to convince Mpumi to join him. He let the woman make him drive around the city for lunch. She was showing him her favourite places in the city since she arrived. She was very keen on taking him to this store. She grabbed scorns and a tiny bottle of coke. Thabo did not realise that the woman was actually avoiding spending much money. He only thought that she fancied those scorns specifically from that shop. He bought himself some as well. He was doing all he could to impress the lady. He was succeeding thus far. ………………….. Dion started at the office before go

“Listen, I do not like unnecessary attention. You could’ve handled the situation better—”“Ow? How so?”“Emilia?”“Dion?”There was a pause, he was realising where she took the inspiration from.…………………a little flashback………“Dion?”“Emilia?”She laughed. She had expected him to say, “Yes,” or “Hm,” but he called her back. Dion laughed with her and explained, “It’s what Mpumi used to do to me. I would call her name, and she would call mine… I would call her again and she would call mine again. It’s… It’s just our silly thing.”………………end of flashback…………..