My face takes refuge to the morning sun as I level my weight on the reflected tiles, trying not to call attention to my arrival.
My eyes falls on the group walks and scatter whispers. The entrance as picked is quite decorated and the fresh Lillie's strike a puzzle in. The usual Polly fresh air was missing, and the early attendance of workers I can swear despise coming early hit hard in my chest. And I can't make sense of their dispositions or others hurried legs .
"Good morning mis Bell" I turned to my assistant Alex, her morning spirit smile on as usual.
" So are you ready?"
My brows arched at her question, ready for what?. I don't recall scheduling anything important, it just a normal day at work where I sit and read through cases for the next day.
" The new boss, he arrives today" she said through a chuckle.
Right I forgot about that, he was said to come but the day wasn't clear to me. That explains the busy legs and loud whispers, and the decorations.
" I've heard he's the devil himself, cruel and cold as ice" Alex said shaking her head with loud pout sigh.
"Only God knows how we will survive under his leadership. I also heard the previous companies he bought ,the employees suffered a lot. He fired a dozen of them and got strict rules laid on the few that remain. The media has nothing good to say about him beside him being rich and buying companies " her tone died with a crumble lips.
"You have nothing to worry about, am here I'll protect you" I assured her getting a loose lips from her.
Alex have always being that cheerful optimistic person, the fairy with goodness to spread and that's why she still my assistant in training for lawyer.
"He's here" an employee shouts catching the crowd to disappear to each stations.
The shadow light soon fades from his face the second his feet made visible through the doors. Catching behind and his sides are men in deep dark suits with white shirts beneath.
My gaze trace his smooth clean brown shoe, pacing through his body in clock wise deep rich grey suit then …
Damn, am in trouble…
Not him , please let this be all a dream
Oh shit that's the wrong opening , how about we backward to where it started.
Nope,
No
Just a bit back, wait ,wait
Perfect.
Just like every other morning this one took the same routine, a lazy pace for the kitchen after a five minutes shower, nothing spoke like a lady late for her case hearing.
No complain, but damn hell I knew what waited ahead.
A thirty second breakfast came crumbling on my pure satin dress , ' cursed my ill star' . I literally held back my tongue from using any harsh word. A morning like that always ended with default, I swear I knew something bad was gonna happened that day and I just wasn't in for it.
In loud groan, I stormed my legs for the closet that looked like a garbage bin, not boasting but hell am one scatter hooker. Every corner of the wardrobe was a mess , my clothes all dislocated from the hangers which I was too lazy to hang them on.
Before you go rolling your eyes in disgust, I was going to have them set right after my case, probably. I owed no promise as am a grown woman living in an apartment I foot bills to, so mind your damn business and stay off mine.
The mornings always came with trouble package, when it came to choosing the right set of clothes.. well, as evidence to my clothes lying on the floor , bed and two size closet …
With double searched my hands pulled out a dark pants which accompanied with a tank top and sheild front with a blazer jacket.
My feet found suit in the red heels which absolutely wasn't helping at the pace I was chasing for the elevator, not to add the phone buzz out catching eyes of the three companies in the elevator.
" Bella, where the hell are you?!" My hand pulled down the phone from my ear, sending a wary smile to the two ladies that gave me a stare. While the man stay focused on his phone, probably a cause from the buds curled in his ears.
" Mis gorgeous, am way close than you think" I whispered the words through the phone as my eyes caught the other eyes judging me through, but hell I gave no light to others view of me.
" I'm in a cab , a minute away" well sure enough that caught his attention, turned out he was faking the not hearing the first conversations. His hazel eyes laid faded on me then stayed in his phone.
" Mis Bell, good morning" I brushed through with a wave to the security guard's greeting, a nice man I would say. Have been the guard since I transferred two years ago and he presented himself the joy to all.
To say a twenty minutes drive to the high court was nothing would be a huge lie, my annoyed voice kept urging the poor driver, whom gladly let me out of his cab the second I reached my destination.
Even my sweet thank you was declined for never to meet you again.
Hah!
April fool on him then, cause I am definitely going to see him again. You will not believe it but he have been my favorite cab driver for a year and yet our fight never ends, he basically picked me up every day after work and dropped me off at work. Thou he oath to never come he always showed up at the right time and trust, I've never size to be amaze at him or got to understand him.
Strange right?
Forget it, he's a puzzle am yet to solve
" You finally here" her legs stalked to my direction, haking my hand for hers. Her huge cat eyes rolled through as she levelled her voice that wanted to lash out.
"You're impossible you know that. If not the fact you're good at your job and a treasure , am sure by now I would have long fired you" there we go, her deep cold voice lunched out as my eyes circled as my lips went muttering her words in replicant as I'd heard it a hundred or more times.
Mrs Harriet Gold, my forty three years boss that basically look like me. And when asked for secret recipe for aging with grace, her reply always stated ,
' married a man that makes you feel love and happy.'
Yeah right like that keeps anyone from aging.
Stingy I say.
Oh, you probably know my name, nevertheless am Bella , Bella Muoka. A Twenty-six years old lawyer of a renown law firm. I'm living the life I've always wanted and am quite happy and so princess like…
Broken glasses!
Well that's one hell of a lie I try every day to mask on. I work not for a renown law firm but a five years firm that's on the edge of being sold. My life is everything but perfect, it never worked in the paths I'd sketch as a young girl growing.
Bella, get your first kiss at sixteen and find your true prince charming at age eighteen then get marry at twenty one, have beautiful twins at age twenty-four.
Sounds perfect right?,
hmm,
none of them went as my dairy wished or plan book. First kiss came at eighteen and true love..that not a topic for now, Marriage?. Well let just have that one on wish list hundred if say. Let find the charming first before that.
Poor eight years old me knew not of the future and how cruel and fake adulthood can be. I was never told of how harsh adulthood would scam me or drop my ass on the ground when least expected.
That's why I tell kids don't bother babies if it suppose to be then it will be, nothing will stop it.
We're living in a generation that fate plays dirty tricks on us. Not everything goes the way we plan, you can say fate like messing with us with it little games, so am flowing with the beat that plays.
A two hours sessions finally came to an end and victory was on our side. Certain it was a piece of cake to win , specially if you're familiar with the bastard who was a notorious womanizer, his little manhood couldn't stay loyal to one and even with his finger being belonged he still kept his member roaming in different holes. A good case as such that granted me a chance to have him stripped not only of his wealth but also his reputation sent sweet chills in my spine.
Reward my I watched as his face went broken and kneels fallen to the verdict being passed of him sharing his wealth equally with his then ex wife and supposed support to the two boys they had.
Damn, it felt so good to have him begging for what you call a thousand chance.
Guess a woman's heart is not one to toy with. You can only get as many chances as having an affair with her closed friend.
Oh well, that was a sweet success , an easy piece of cake ,but you know what wasn't?, Violet's birthday party.
Before you go puzzled on who Violet is, let me break it for you. Violet is the most adorable and sweetest princess of my best friend Grace, and Grace as I said is my best friend the honest adviser I have in my crazy life. She's that too time chick that would break your heart with the truth and console it with fact and reality.
"You're late" that word never got old. Her pale coal eyes stabbed me hard stares , urging her feet to the flow of the cold wind, she fenced her arms on her chest.
"Would you believe if I tell you I was stock in traffic" honestly I'd used that line several times that even I don't believe it .
They say a lawyer lips is the gate way of hell. Well no one said that but you can't deny the amount of lies we tell and create , it's much so that I don't keep count of anymore.
"Aunt Bella" Violet came running to my arms which I lent open, saving me from her tigress mother's scolds.
" Hey cutie " I said with a pull of her chubby cheeks , her thin nose snore as she chuckled her heart out with my fingers tickling through her arms. It the best of my favorite things I love about her.
A sudden memory flashed in as she let her cute giggles out , same as the ones she let as a baby. More of the year she was born, that took a toll on us. Her tigress mother at that time was a mouse begging for the baby to be taken out, well I make the most of it to her face ever time I get the chance.
" Aunt, where's my present?" her tiny hands pushed forward in open.
"Good that you ask sweetie cause aunt got you just the right present and trust me you're gonna love it, more than you mom gift" I said earning a troll of Grace's eyes.
"You wish" she muttered
Oh she bet I wished . I was not losing to her again,not specially that day. We had bet on whose present violet would adore, the loser get to do anything the winner requested. And I knew better than to lose to her or else my life was gonna be a hell.
I spent weeks searching and preparing just for the perfect gift for her and my gut was confident on the win, she was going down I said through my damn silly head while letting my head shake repeatedly .
"So where's it?"
My lips spread in excitement as I pulls out the wrapped box from the gift bag and handed it to her. I watched her eyes grew in joy with the size of the gift, her tiny hands quickly teared open the wraps on the box , revealing the most beautiful and astonishing people in the planet.
"BTS collections" her small voice max our ears.
"It ,it BTS photos and cards with their faces on it" you said it sweetie, I didn't just spent five hundred dollars for nothing. I said the bet was mine to win so I went all out for it.
I was done taking the last position in our bets, I was set for the win.
"I want to see you beat that" I said swinging my hands excitedly .
" Oh you bet I'll" she responded with a pull of the similar box and let it opened with photos and card of BTS in it. Oh crab.
My heart winked in as she let wide of their gorgeous faces. I was done for I said through a glued lips. Astonished at my own foolish thoughts of defeating her.
"Honey look what mom got you for your birthday" she said in the most angelic tone, oh no. If you hear Grace use her soft side, it not good, she definitely had back up.
"Not only their collection but I also got you a message from them" she continued with a draw of a particular card between the photos.
"Happy birthday to the sweetest and beautiful girl, Love BTS " Grace read to the violet who's legs were dancing and voice raising to it max. Her hands hastily search through the cards that had their autographs on each.
"BTS autograph, am never losing them" she cuddled the box to her chest.
"So honey whose gift do you like?, Aunt or mommy?"
Yeah, that wasn't needed alright, with that much excitement I was good enough to know I ranked bottom. I should have known better, she's a devil that strike hard when you least expected.
"Aunt Bell, I love you but mom wins this round" there went an eight years old verdict.
" You lost" Yeah, I heard and witnessed everything, I literally said rolling my eyes at her damn gorgeous set of teeth.
She's the that bitch you wish to get bad at but she's too fine like a wine to be mad at. Her perfect tan skin glowed flawless with her curvy hips and not so long height that stayed below mine.
"You know what this means"
No I don't, my head literally responded with no while her lips crooked to a devious smirk ever existed.
" As per my win order, you're to find a man by the end of the night and..."
What the hell, how was I to find a man at an eight years birthday party?.