Mo Ambrose was to give a speech in a university that was located in another town, so he hurriedly leaves before his mom would come find him again.
Three hours later, they had arrived at the town where the university was located but unfortunately they had a flat tire on their way over to where he would be staying. His assistant had alighted to check the damage while he remained in the car.
He who was looking through files on his laptop didnt bother responding. His eyes that looked mysterious and serious were covered by the gold framed glasses that gently rested atop his arrogant nose. The glasses made the man look more wise like he was some old sage who had lived thousand years and was old with wisdom rather than age.
His deft fingers played on the laptop as he considered the offer. It wasnt that enticing to him.
Cancel.
Annoyed Mason was taking long, he alights from the car.
"Any problem? Didnt check the tires before taking the car?" He questions moving closer to him.
Mason who had just checked the tire was very surprised. "I did check it but there was a piece of glass on the road. And it seem to have punctured the tires. And we can't get anyone around here."
Truly they were on the deserted part of the road. "And you cant fix it?"
"President Mo, I finished from Harvard business school not mechanical school."
Hearing this he raised his brows slightly and the assistant quickly looks downward. He could feel dark clouds surrounding them already.
"Shall I call the school and ask them to send someone?" He asks but didnt get a reply.
Mo Ambrose first removed his glasses and throws it in the seat of the car. Taking off his suit because he was starting to feel hot, he glares at his assistant again. If he were not efficient and the only safe person to keep by his side, he would angrily fire him right now.
"Oh..let me ask her if we can get anyone around." Mason sudenly says, sighting a girl with a bag walking on the other side of the rough road. "Excuse me miss...miss?"
The girl definitely heard but probably because they were on a deserted road, she did not bother to respond.
Mason quickly crosses to the other side to meet her while Ambrose went though his phone.
"Excuse me miss, sorry to bother you but we have a flat tire, do you know anyone around who can help."
Folawe, who was sweaty and annoyed that the taxi had suddenly dropped her off before reaching her destination glares at the man. In her mind, he was a kidnapper.
"No I dont."
"Oh..thank you for your time." He then crosses to the other side.
She wanted to leave and not mind them but seeing that the men werent bothering her again, she guessed they weren't kidnappers and crossed to the other side. She could see another mans feet and scoffs.
Chastising them without even looking at the other mans face she says. "You have a flat tire and you are telling me none of you two grown ups can fix it yourselves? Such a shame. Do you have an extra tire? My kindness will get me killed one day." She kept talking to herself.
Mo Ambrose lifts his head to stare at the lady that had just spokem to him and could only see a short little girl. Probably of sixteen or eighteen years. Her sweaty forehead and messy undone hair was in his view as she struggles to remove her bag around her neck.
"Where are you headed to?" She asks staring at Mason who was near her.
"OOU." surprised she could talk to them that way he quickly corrects. "I mean along the streets."
"Mr do you have an extra tire and a car jack?"
"Car..car jack..."
Folawe knew there was a correct word to it in English that she didnt know so she just told him to unlock the boot. She past by Mo Ambrose and didnt bother with him like he was wind and went to check the boot. Carrying the extra tire she told Mason to bring all the equipment.
"Now, you will have to help me with unbolting this. As you can see..." she shows him her frail looking thin wrist. "My hands arent strong."
"Sorry to say this but do you want to fix the tire yourself?"
"Of course. Even a five year old boy knows how to. You dont live in this country do you?" She didnt let him respond before replying herself. "Well obviously you dont." She signals to him to get to work.
"Do you even know how to do this?" Mo Ambrose finally speaks.
Folawe, who hasnt given the man any attention finally raises her head to look at him.
Oh God her eyes were blinded. By the sun! This man is tall. Her 5'6 self cant strain her neck too much.
"Excuse me but can you lower your head a little. I can't strain my neck too much and the sun wont let me a view of you."
Mo Ambrose had never met such a daring human. "Perhaps you have yourself to blame for your height."
If there was one thing Folawe didnt like, it was being made fun of for her height but she was not in the mood now. "I should probably leave and leave you to the kidnappers who will put your long self to good use." She picks her bag and was about to leave when Mason quickly stops her.
"Dont mind my boss. Please..." he motions to the tires.
She glares at the man whose face she could properly see and gets to work. Ten minutes later, she was all done.
"Test it." She arrogantly commands.
Mason hops in the drivers seat and drives the car back and forth. "Thank you. It works well."
She waves him off with her hand. "Nothing serious. You are welcome."
Mo Ambrose gets in the car without a word and Folawe glares at the tinted glass. This arrogant tall human.
"Do you need a ride?"
"Oh yes. You happen to be going in my way. Just drop me off." She casually responds and Mason helps her with the car door. "Thank you."
This man is good looking and appears nice, her girly part was already falling for him.
She settles herself in the soft leather seat, and could feel her stiff back instantly relaxing. Folawe places her bag on her lap and takes a deep breath. The air conditioning system was too strong for her but she guessed it is what the rich was used to and she would be rich one day, so she had better start getting used to it.
Mo Ambrose watched the girl as she took deep breaths and relaxes into the chair. Although her hair was messy and her clothes didn't look expensive, she had this air of calmness that he likes. Not to mention that she was a bold one as well.
"Getting into a strangers car, you aren't afraid we are the kidnappers?"
Hearing this, her body went stiff and this reaction amused Ambrose. She slowly turns her head in his direction and could finally see the man properly.
Well defined face, a plum lip set in a straight line, high bridged nose that looks arrogant and black orbs that were boring holes into her eyes.
"Ahhhhh..." Folawe quickly covers her mouth. Mason who was driving stops the car and unstable Folawe almost hit her head if Ambrose hadnt used his hand to guide her forehead making him drop his glasses.
"Mr....President..President...you..President Mo... I..."
Realising that the girl knew him he slowly removes his hand and was about to pick his glasses that had fallen when Folawe jumped in her seat thinking he wanted to touch her and placed her feet on his glasses.
Mo Ambrose fisted his hands and Folawe stares at Mason for help. She was done for!
She quicky bends to pick the glasses for him and in rush hits her forehead against his head.
"Just be calm please." Mo Ambrose finally says.
She gently nods her head and streched out her hand to give him the glasses that was now missing a lens. "Should..I..should I give you mine? I am long sighted."
"I am short sighted young Miss."
She was about to kneel when she realised the space is too small for her so she could only bow. "Mr..no..President Mo, forgive my poor manners." Mason had started the engine and asked her where she would alight.
Folawe checks the road and responds. "You can just drop me off here. Thank you. She turns to the man again. "President Mo, please pardon my poor manners."
Mo Ambrose didnt give a response and Mason signals for her to alight.
Slowly walking around the car, she looks at the road for a while before running across the street. Ambrose stares at her through the window. He could already see her awkwardly conversing with some people before walking into the compound.
"Find out more about her."
"But..." the man glares at him.
But boss, she looks underage!