Donald had left early with his driver as he placed a well-written note on the furniture.
(on a written note)
good morning sunshine,
Hope you slept well?, it was nice spending time with you, and I had wished there would be more to this as it grows. I wish to kiss those lips of yours again.
Your man,
Donald.
Just then, Becca came in, looking horrible and messed up as she picked up the written note and began to read every word out of her mouth.
"Wow!" she exclaimed
"Who is that?__becca, is that you?" Susan who was awakened by the noise, just the moment she was engulfed in these sensational dreams of hers
"Hello" as she walks towards the sitting room, adjusting her night robe on her body, with her flip-flop slipper slapping the floor.
"Yea..is me, not him__" as she squeeze and slide the note into Susan's hands aggressively and headed to the room, hitting her heels that were found on the other hand against the walls.
For some reason, Susan had thought about what just happened and how it started and got confused if not telling her about Donald's accidental visit was enough reason to make her behave the way she did. Usual Becca would wait for the story to be cooked and be ready to be consumed, she's never in a hurry to be judgmental.
But there was more to it. Is Becca's crush Mr. Donald?.
Becca unfolds the note as she read through, kicking a smile in between her soft lips, she motioned into the room as Becca did, she sat at the edge of the mattress and start teasing Rebecca.
"Hey bushbaby" she muffled "why are you the way you are?" she asked still laughing at Becca's appearance.
"Nothing..am just not in the mood" as she threw her face away and moved to the bathroom.
Susan refuses to believe that it was all about the note because, in as much as the beastie flag hangs, she's still entitled to her privacy.
"Hey? what's wrong with you? why are you all of a sudden, you're giving me cold replies and attitude?" she slumped her shoulders.
" I called you last night..."
"__and you never told me that you were with Donald, what a dirty little secret susan" she interrupted and lashed out at Susan.
"Please watch your mouth. I can't remember the last time you run my life and paid my supposed bills, I just don't get it...I shouldn't be wasting my time, explaining" as she stood up, grabbed her note and mobile.
" I own you no fucking explanation" and walked out.
Becca was surprised at Susan's reaction and instantly went after her like a prodigal fellow.
"Am sorry Susan... I_was just _sad and angry with me" Becca lied, adjusting herself closer to Susan, who already lost interest in her chit-chat story. "Am so sorry"
Susan is not a hard-hearted person, she forgives and forgets just like a good Christian citizen, but she believes that the scares are always left behind in every dilemma.
" or is there more to your sadness and angry state, that you think I should know?" she asked, putting her face away from the relaxing view at the window. "Am asking because I never expected you to come back this way, you told me last night that you were having fun, so?..."
"No Susan, it has nothing to do with the note I found" she lied again. " moreover I was just being concerned about you" she continued "just that" she glanced to the other side as tears bundled down her cheeks.
"_after we had spent so much time, exchanging stories, getting to know each other and you know?___I found out this morning that, he had a baby mama and two sons".
Becca had expected Susan's reaction, she had detected true genuine affection in susan eyes.
Always reading her mind.
"Oh shit, tell me you are lying right now," Susan asked, her voice gruff.
"No." Becca hesitated. "She hasn't visited for some days, but it's too much of a coincidence that his son's resemblance was a notch immediately I met her...it hurts" as she sobs "he lied to me"...
Susan rushed her and hugged her, cupping her head with her flat-chested breast, " and sorry love" placing her finger on Becca aback. " you don't expect someone you just met today to be stainless and pure, babe" pecking her on the forehead as she continues. Susan would always be blunt and honest, caring how much it hurt, she would always be compassionate. Wiping the invisible tear off her cheek.
" Donald was here...yes he was_he had em__sorry, he visited but it wasn't planned and he had slept over because he couldn't ride home late" breathing gently. " that's why I accommodated him in the guest room"
All Becca wanted to hear was, what came about the emotions.
"Then, a thing happened__am not into him Becca, it was just moment I had with him"
"Is fine Susan" lifting her face, as she looks at Susan. "Am fine, Is not something I expected_ you said you don't have a thing for him, is cool" she repeated "am happy he was there for you last night"
But still didn't make Becca relief from the note she read, it felt like Donald was already falling for Susan.
Or maybe Susan lied about her feelings.
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"Donald!"
"Dad, am here" lowering the phone from his ear as he opens the door to the conference room.
"Sorry am late for the meeting, there are things that needed my attention" occupying his seat as he modify his tie close to his neck.
"Hello everyone" Donald greeted
"Always" Eric murmured without concern, as stroked his Pen on the desk.
Presently, Donald remains the favorite son.
"Alright, let the meeting begin" sir Brandon authorized. " I understand that
Brando had no idea why his second son was being so disrespectful to Donald, but he felt the tension between the two men as if two men had bared their armor preparing to engage in battle. then again, maybe he was imagining things that are not supposed.
what would be the reason for the meeting, could it be that she had already told Eric about last night? "Oh shit!" Donald Gasped as he coughed afterward, trying to maintain his cool.
"Donald!" Mr. Brandon aired. " how is the new project?,
"Well sir, I've been on the work with the project holder" he replied calmly. "And so far..."
As the whole hall was becoming noisy and full of side talks, people had their different opinion on who the holder was.
"Honestly, if I should be asked to talk I think the contract should be based on one's capacity and ability to execute it" someone throws a side talk.
"We know someone who would have handled this like it's hers, not even once in this corporation has she proven me wrong" another person commented.
As Donald clipped both fingers together watching and reading everyone's conclusion all he could think of is that every one person that could make this work much easier for him.
"Mr. Donald" sir Brando mentioned, looking his direction as he narrates "do well to handle this by the end of the week, there's no time, the statistics of the company isn't encouraging as it warrants some great loss for the company"
Eric made smirked throwing his pen against the meeting table as he avoid eye contact with his brother.
"Alright sir, I will" Donald replied. As they raised another unsolved issue.
It was made clear to Donald that he was on the verge of disappointing his subjects and his father, he also realized that the father never mind who the holder was this time, he just want the best of it, then he took the bold step.....
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Hope you guys enjoyed the passage?, what do you think, Donald was up to?