It then hit him,... If I managed to put her under my spell I could pitch her one of my brilliant business ideas... She just might be what I need...
His thoughts raved on and on as he waited for the never ending queue at the tax office. Throngs of people lined up to give the government part of their hard earned money. This among many more societal issues bagged him. He would wonder why the government would collect so much yet give such shoddy services to its citizens. The idea of civilized society made a lot of sense theoretically but when it came down to the meat and potatoes; where the rubber met the road, the idea could not hold water. It was a euphoric idea of a utopian world that was only practical in a dream. Not a neo colonial state run by goons, half buried in Chinese debt.
Do you really think she'll bite. Do you even think you'll ever meet again, let a lone pitch her one of your genius ideas. His mind drilled deep into his conscience. Making him vividly aware of his situation. A grim state of affairs. He knew very well the importance of an angel investor in business. At the end of the day money made the world go round. He saw himself a tech giant some day, working lesser hours with astoundingly more pay. In the edge of unlimited leverage, where a single decision made correctly meant outstanding results, he didn't want to get left behind. Soon he was done paying the office bills and was on his way to lunch.
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'Damn Maggy what the hell!
But I got to big you up for that one... honestly, that was so dope, how did you even do that....?!(laughs)…. Okay slow down on the gas pedal ,its not his dick...
Margret's thoughts wandered all over on what had just happened in the parking lot. She was doing 130km/hr. on Thika Superhighway trying to reach her Muthaiga mansion ,a steamy candle lit bubble bath in the Jacuzzi lingering in her mind amidst thoughts of Jacob. This man who was clearly ten years younger than herself. So masculine. Yet she sabotaged a chance for a relationship with him. She rationalized that a one time fling was not harmful at all. Yet she didn't understand why she didn't bring herself to give them a second chance. For some reason, her actions were beyond the cognition of her mind at this point. As if she was a puppet under the strings of her master.
Daaamn he crazy... How he spanked my ass and pierced the depths of my eyes. I swear I felt butterflies in my pussy...(laughs) She bit her lower lip trying to park the huge car by her sleek Porsche. At that hour she managed to reach home in fifteen minutes only. A journey that would have otherwise taken an hour and a half with the usual traffic. The kind that turned a six lane superhighway into a parking lot a 8am in the morning. She would be dead asleep at this point. Her optimal hours were nocturnal. She was a night owl. Stayed in during the day and began her day at 3pm, worked twelve hours straight to 3am. Her entire social circle was nothing but a bevy of four girls. She liked her privacy and made it a priority in life. She was following in the footsteps of Oprah Winfrey. She chose not to have children and it caught her by surprise to know that most men actually wanted children. It was almost like an inherent longing every man he'd dated had. However, she'd burnt the bridges a while back when she had decided to get a hysterectomy.
The indoor garage was splattered with glitters of fancy cars for the average Kenyan eye. She got off her red bottom hills by her silver Rolls Royce Phantom. Lazed to the door with one arm dangling her expensive shoes and the other holding her purse and leaned her shoulder to push the door into the house wide open. She got into the lobby of her house. Opulence defined the home, Persian rags to dreamy chandeliers. Becky, her chihuahua barked toward her with her pearl white tail wagging in ecstasy. She loved to see her master. Petting Becky was therapeutic to Margaret. Somehow, this little bundle of joy managed to washed away all her troubles. She was her companion in life. This creature didn't talk but could understand every emotion she was going through. Margaret did not mind cleaning up after her, after all, she compensated by uplifting her spirits when she needed it the most. They had a relationship of their own. A mutual understanding between friends, without the politics that comes from human to human interaction.