He handed me the brown paper bag after what seemed like an eternity and I paid. I dashed out of the store and ran into the road since it was shorter, and a car coming towards me at medium speed stopped with a screeching sound obviously from the brakes that were pulled. It happened so fast, I was like huh?
Contrary to popular belief, my life did not flash before my eyes, all I could think was "what the fuck! Am I gonna die?" And when the car stopped and people looked at the scene worriedly, I was in a daze for ten seconds afterwhich I waved and continued running to work. That was what mattered right now. I just found a new house, I definitely couldn't lose this job.
Zeke's POV
Kai was driving me in my Beamer and I was tapping on some plans on my tablet when I heard him curse and the car stopped oh so suddenly. I rose my head and saw that we almost killed someone, a lady.
I couldn't even focus on the fact that she was crazy to be in the middle of the road. She looked so familiar, but before I could remember where I'd met her, she fled from the scene. Kai resumed driving me to work. Being a CEO had some perks, one of them being coming to work whenever.
I had a nauseating feeling which made me stop staring at my tablet. My doctor called it motion sickness or whatever. The feeling disappeared as My mind focused on the lady we had almost killed, and i felt like her identity was on the tip of my tongue.
I got out of the car after being alerted by Kai that we had reached Miller Corporation PLC. At the door, more body guards came to my side. We walked to the elevator and once we were inside, it hit me like the smell of freshly baked bread.
"the elevator", I said out loud, remembering where she looked familiar from.
"The elevator?" My body guards asked in unison.
I waved my hand telling them to forget it, but Kai's eyes lingered.
Kai had noticed his boss's distracted face earlier in the car, but he brushed it off tagging it as "thinking about work".
The elevator kept moving upwards till it couldn't, the men stepped out and walked towards a big office space. Zeke opened the door and was met with a useless surprise.
It was Daphne Willis, his childhood "friend", sitting on his desk and moving so slowly thinking it was seductive, when in truth it made him feel like she were waiting for him to push her from his desk.
She was a very attractive, tall, green-eyed blonde woman. She had the physique of a model and the attitude of a champion, but he wasn't attracted to her at all. Always thinking she was entitled to everything and everyone especially him.
He withheld his growing annoyance and asked in a nonchalant tone, "what do you want?"
Daphne's eyes momentarily widened as she thought of all the things she could do to him and get from him. "Why do you always assume I come to see you when I want something?" She said walking towards him.
His silence was a response on its own telling her to spill it. "I'm not Always here because I want something, but today I need something... Can you be my date to an event this weekend? My parents won't let me go looking all lonely by myself", she asked with shining eyes.
"No, I'm busy", he said simply
"Busy doing what? I've been here for hours and you didn't show up which means you are very much free", she spoke like a machine.
"In case you didn't notice, or was too blind to see, I am the CEO of this company and am a very busy man. Find someone else", he said completely dismissing her.
He snapped his fingers signalling one of his men to show her out. A hefty looking man approached her and led her away from the office all the way down the elevator and out of the building without her uttering any word of opposition.
"Kai call Madame Brilée and tell her I'll be coming to the shop tomorrow", Zeke ordered before dismissing everyone.
He layed back in his chair staring outside through his glass wall, thinking about nothing in particular.
Meanwhile at Del Loona Experience....
Bentlee arrived at her office department at exactly 12:45pm. Her boss looked at her with a disapproving frown. She sighed and went to give him his tacos. "If it weren't for that car that wanted to cut my life short, I would've been earlier", she explained to her boss in her mind which he obviously didn't hear.
After some hours, she felt like using the toilet and she was done with most of her work, so she went.
In the bathroom stall, she overheard a discussion by two girls.
"I hate Mr. Burberry so much. He's always looking for ways to get me fired. His chair is not soft enough, his table is not square enough, his papers are not flat enough, his shoes are not shiny enough.... I'm so fucking tired of his shit", lady number one said.
Bentlee found the name "Burberry" familiar, then realised he was one of the department heads in the company.
Lady number two laughed out loud before saying, "don't worry, we can destroy his office and claim we don't know who did it. After all there are no cameras to show it's us"
"You're right.. let's do that to reach him a lesson" lady number one supported.
And Bentlee, as a chief in minding her business made sure to wait until they left the bathroom before going out to avoid any scenario where they would make a mistake and so much as speak to her. Since she started working in this company, she chose her poison wisely and only spoke to those in her department (except Kevin). And the ones she spoke to In her department, she spoke to them with caution.
The only person she could freely express her self to was Kevin and they weren't always together, so she made sure to keep to herself when around others.
She knew that there were hidden cameras in the whole building because she accidentally walked in when one was being fixed last year. She also knew those girls' plan wouldn't work and they would be caught, so she stayed in the stall to avoid any contact whatsoever with them.
She didn't want to tell them about the cameras because experience is the best teacher. And she didn't want them to know She was there.
She walked out, washed her hands and went back to her office, finished her work for the day and went home cruising in the bus.