ANGELA's POV
Today's traffic isn't as crazy as I thought it would be, I arrived at work early. As the managing director of my dad's company, I should be happy and fulfilled, right? But I'm not, feel broken and empty.
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I parked my car in the parking lot and went into the building.
"Good morning ma'am" my secretary greeted.
I managed to reply with a "Good morning Abigail"
I walked into my office, closed the door behind me, and collapsed into my chair. I've got lots running through my mind. First I thought of the new guy l just employed. He looks cool and educated, but I hope he is hardworking too. As much as I'm apathetic about men, I'1l allow him to prove how hardworking he is. If he messes up, I will not hesitate to fire him.
"Babe, what were you doing all through the weekend?" Rita asks as she barges into my office. I was mute. She came close and looked into my eyes.
"Angela, what's with the sad face? Tell me, what's the matter with you?" She asked.
"I'm fine, Rita,' I said with a cloud of tears in my eyes.
"No, you're not fine, talk to me. Is it because of Chris?" Rita asked, and I could sense anxiety in her voice.
I nodded affirmatively.
"Angela, that bastard doesn't deserve your tears. Stop hurting yourself over a guy who had the guts to cheat on you, not just on any day, your wedding day for crying out loud. He doesn't deserve you" Rita said.
"You're right, but I love him so much, it's just so hard to believe he could do this to me. I just find it difficult to sail through the heartbreak" I said tearfully.
"Oh cmon baby girl, you're gonna be fine in due time. It takes time to heal from heartbreak, but I know you'll be fine. You will surely find a man who will love you for who you are, and not some idiot who will cheat on you. Stop crying dear" Rita said to me.
Rita is right, but it's so hard to get over a relationship that lasted for nine years and went down the drain on my wedding day. No wonder they say men are scorn. I'd rather remain single than allow any man to shatter my heart again. I'm done with anything related to the opposite gender. I'll try to gather the broken fragments of my heart.
Rita consoled me, and we continued our conversation.
"So tell me, how was your weekend?" Rita asked
"It was fine, I was at home all through" I answered.
"Aww, you need to wave off this attitude. You're not the Angela I used to know. Anyways my weekend was one of a kind, guess what?" she asked.
"I'm not good at guesses and you know that, so just tell me" I replied with suspense in my voice.
"Alright! I went clubbing with one of those Alhajis I told you about. It was such a great experience, I enjoyed myself to A T. You missed a lot"' Rita said and I can see how happy she is.
"Can you listen to yourself Rita, you spent your weekend clubbing with not just any man, men who're old enough to be your fathers. I just hope you didn't sleep with them" I said anxiously.
"If I didn't sleep with them, I won't be five hundred thousand naira richer this morning. You're the one losing. Or should I link you up with one of them?" She asked.
"No I'm not interested, just be careful how you trade your body for money. Rita, you have a job for crying out loud" I said.
"Angela, I need money oh, I need to look good, you think my salary can foot those bills. I need to find other sources of income" Rita said.
"That's not enough reason to trade your body for money Rita. Just be careful. Less I forget, I just employed a new gateman and gardener" I said.
"Really? Is he cute? How does he look?" Rita asks with exigency.
"Rita, how I'm I supposed to answer that? Look he's not one of those riff-raff you mess around with, you can do all that shit, but not with my domestic staff." I said with a sense of finality.
Rita frowns and said " You're so problematic Angela. I did say I want to mess around or sleep with him. Anyways, I'll follow you to your place after work. I'll check him out myself." Rita said.
"Well that's your problem, I must not sense anything fishy though. Get out of my office, I have a lot of work to do" I said jokingly.
"Oops, alright MD. I've got work on my desk too, bye. Rita said as she shoots me a glare and walks out of my office.
Rita can be so promiscuous, but she is smart and hardworking, she has been there for me since childhood. She's been my only friend and a confidant since I lost my mother at a tender age. We went to the same university, graduated and now we're both working in my father's company.
Well right now, I need to let go of the thoughts in my mind and focus on work.
Being the managing director of this company leaves me with the tendency of having so much work to do every day. That's what my dad wants - I should work to keep the family business running and to make money too.