Chapter six
RYAN And TARA POV
I pondered over what Dammy had said to me last night. He was right; that was a very inhumane thing for me to have done.
Gosh!I was really considering accepting her back. I was confused and paused for a minute to think about it: then decided to give her a call and tell her.
I was slightly scared of her reaction but decided to give it a try anyway.
I picked up his phone, searched for her name, and dialed her number. It started ringing; she didn't pick up on the first ring, and I had wanted to end the call. But, my conscience will not permit me to do that.
After the way i had treated her the other day, it was fine if she won't pick up my calls again. But still, I re-dialled her number again in hope.
She picked the call on the second ring, and I heard her voice.
"Hello..."
I paused and quickly regained my composure then replied, "Hello Miss Donna."
"Yes sir, I am the one speaking," she said.
I wanted to say to her that she should resume tomorrow, but then, I owed her an apology at least.
I breathed and let it all out.
"Tara, I am very sorry for what transpired between us at the office yesterday and what also happened that night. It was a mistake that won't happen again. I am sorry for how I treated you, and I am calling to tell you to forgive me and return to your work tomorrow morning if you want to. But I would be very happy if you resume back with us."
I heard her breathe shaky at the other end of the phone, presumably to hold back her tears.
I was touched, and spoked once more.
"I am very sorry, Tara. Please forgive me for my wrongdoings. Don't worry; I would increase your salary."
That earned me a laugh from her end, even if she wanted to cover it up with a cough, I knew better.
So, I asked again, uncertain this time, "Should I be expecting you at the office tomorrow?"
There was a pause before I heard her whisper the answer, "I think so," she said.
"Well... with that being said, do not be late. I have a lot of documents to sort out, and we have a lot of schedules to attend to."
"Yes sir," she said, chuckling.
"Thank you very much," I told her, before ending the call.
I breathed a sigh of relief the moment I had ended the call. That went far better than I had expected. She was a kind and innocent soul and didn't deserve the way I behaved towards her.
But I just could not think properly yesterday about what he had done the night before. I had always prided myself on being able to separate work from pleasure, but I had broken that the night I saw her.
There was something about her that made me always want to be around her. She was beautiful, even if I should pretend not to notice, just like I was with other ladies at the office, who even made open advances at me.
I had picked her at the job interview because she was different from others, and I think that is exactly what Dammy saw in her. I don't like her yet because I never gave myself the chance to do that and know her for who she was.
I have got to stop this thing between her and my best friend because it isn't right, even if it pained me to do such to my best friend, It is unavoidable. If I should keep quiet and allow this to go on, I am afraid it will destroy whatever relationship is between me and Dammy, and I don't want that.
We had come too far to end our relationship because of a girl, and I won't allow that. I made up my mind to tell Dammy myself.
TARA
I could not believe my eyes when I saw my boss call today. I didn't pick because I thought he could be calling by mistake, but on the second ring, I decided to pick up the call, and now it was my ears that didn't believe what I was hearing. I should resume tomorrow. That was the least expected words I was expecting to hear that morning.
I could not hide my excitement. I wonder what made him change his mind, but that was not my concern right now as I was over the moon. It looked like all the load on me has been lifted off. I was happy; any resentment I had towards him was gone already.
I quickly picked up my phone and dialed Becca's number to break the news to her.
She picked on the first ring. "What's up with you, Tara? How are you feeling now? Don't tell me you are bored already?"
"Becca... I am not feeling bored. In fact, I have very happy news for you."
"Really? What happened, Tara? Speak up. I'm feeling so anxious already," she blurted out. "Let me guess, Dammy messaged you that you are going on another date?"
"Becca, this isn't even about Dammy."
"What is it then? Speak up."
"I got a call from my boss today. He apologized to me and asked me to resume tomorrow. You know what that means? I am currently employed."
"Hisses. You called this a happy news, eh, Tara. It is good that he called to apologize to you and offered you your job back, but are you going to resume back to your workplace? I hope this isn't because he thinks you will file a lawsuit against him?"
"Becca, relax. It isn't up to this. I don't think it is because he thinks I am going to file a lawsuit. I mean, to file a lawsuit that big, I was going to need a lot of money for a top lawyer to be able to do that. I can't just do that, and he knows I don't have the money, so that can't be the reason."
"He just showed that he is not a jerk. Maybe his reason yesterday was still as a result of the alcohol the day before or he was in shock. I want you to be happy for me because I am going to resume back there tomorrow. I don't want to remain jobless, and I like it there."
"Tara, I feel you have a motive other than just being happy to resume back to work. You must really like your boss for you to react this way. I am happy for you. Just text me when our guy calls or texts you. That is the only gist I am concerned about; the rest is not my business."
"I don't know why Becca feels this way. Bye Becca," I ended the call. I just lay there looking at my ceiling and grinning like a high school girl. It was still in the morning, so I stood up and made my way to my tiny kitchen to fix myself a fast meal.
Anyone from miles could feel the joy radiating from me from having gotten my job back. Today was a good day indeed. My cell phone pinged, and I took it and checked who messaged me, and I saw an unknown number until I opened my inbox and read the message.
"Good morning dear, how are you doing? I hope you are fine. I am very sorry for not messaging you since. I had a little too much wine to drink yesterday, so I didn't wake up early, and I was having an hangover. I am glad that you were able to grace my table yesterday. If you are interested, I would like to take you on another date. Tell me when you are less busy, and we will fix a date. My beautiful damsel, save my number; from Dammy."
I was grinning by the time I finished reading the message, "beautiful damsel." He is very good with flattering people. If he continues like this, my tummy would turn to butterflies itself.