She just finished applying mascara and put on her favourite necklace from Brena. She looked at her image in the mirror. Today, she has a white loosened dress with black dots throughout in,accompanied by black short boots. She made way to her bed and took her long coat. She double-checked herself, making sure that the makeup isn't too much. From her teens, her mom always warned about too much makeup, declaring that she was natural beauty. She was so overprotective then..no..that's not a word to describe her mom, fierce is the right word.
She smiled at the thought just to hear a light knock on her door.
"Come in,"
"Alan,what is it?"she asked when his head peeked in. She ignored the sly smile on his lips as he walked toward her.
"There is a guy downstairs talking to Dad," he said, standing right in front of her.
"Must be Dad's friend,"she answered, not caring much, and picked up her phone and side bag from the table.
"I don't think so," he said as he lied down, relaxing his back on her soft bed. " I somehow heard your name and got curious."
"You know him?" She asked, wondering who it could be.
"I don't, but..."he dragged, getting up and putting his arm around her shoulder." I was wondering if you are in some kind of relationship that I'm not aware of," he grined and winked his left eye.
Angela groaned in annoyance. Though she was five years older, Alan was slightly taller, and she hated it when she held her by shoulder. It made her feel little to him. She slapped his arm hard and gave him a next time I'll kill you look.
"Ouch!! You hurt me, "he groaned in pain.
"You deserve it,"she said and headed to the door. She opened the door and turned to him.
"One more thing, I'm in no relationship,"she said, highlighting the word no and closed the door behind her.
She descended the stairs while busy texting Brena to hang out after work when she heard her father's voice.
"There she is,"
She stopped and glanced at the two men standing in the main hall , and an I can't believe this, look, formed on her face."screw it," she mumbled before approaching them.
"Morning, Dad." she gave him a peck and turned to Quen.
"What are you doing here?"
"I told you I'll pick you up," he answered in his usual serious tone.
"I thought you were kidding," she said, pausing a fake smile.
"He said that you are heading to meet an important client. I'm happy that you are getting along well. "
Really!! I can't even stand being with him ,so boring. She was snapped from her thoughts by Quen's voice.
" I think we should get going," he said, glancing at his watch.
"Yeah, you should go. lets meet another day and have a drink," he said to Quen .
"We will, sir," he responded in a polite way. Angela frowned at the thought of them having a drink out.
"If Angela can call Carly, uncle, why not you?" James said, feining hurt.
" I'm sorry, uncle,"Quen said, losing a word to say. Angela smiled at his defeat.
"That's my boy. take care of her," he said, dismissing them.
Angela went ahead of him, opened the passenger seat door,climbed in, and banged the door close in fury. Quen came after her, took a seat, and stared at her.a smile plastered on his lips.
"I thought you would take the back seat," he said with a smirk.
"Why would I ?" She asked in fury and turned to face him.
Quen relaxed himself on the chair, his back leaning on it. He glanced in her direction ,their eyes met and locked. Quen's lips rose with a smile. Angela turned away to look in front.
"What is it? What are you staring at ?" She asked.
Quen let out a sigh."Come on, Angela ,you look like you can eat someone alive," he said teasingly, adding these funny gestures.
Irritation rose inside her stomach, and she had to sigh to fight cursing at him.
"What were you doing at my house? Didn't I tell you that I don't need you picking me up?"
"Oh! So that's the prob. I just wanted to have chit-chat with your father, " he said, well aware that it would anger her more, yet he didn't care, he found it fun pissing her, and she looked super hot when angry.
"Oh really!you are getting on my nerves.what did you tell him?"
"What did I tell him?" He said, acting like trying to remember.
Angela stared at him intently, demanding an answer.
"I just told him how hard it is to work with you, but your dad is a nice man, he seem to understand me," a smirk formed on his face.
"You..."she snapped."Why would you say that? My dad will ground me for real. She wondered how she was going to explain herself when she returned home.
She surprisingly got hold of Quen's arm, and he was startled.
"Can you please take back your words and talk to my dad?"she pleaded.
"No."
"I really don't want to be grounded, please!!" She gave him puppy eyes, which made her cute baby face more adorable. He swallowed and slapped his mind to shrug off the thoughts.
He slowly moved her hands away." Still No." She frowned and went lost into her despair.
Quen stared at her and shook his head in disbelieve.
childish.
He leaned forward close to her. Angela's eyes widened. She moved her head away, but Quen moved even closer.
"What the hell is he doing?" She thought her eyes fixed on his face. Her mind spun back on that day when they were this close. Quen, as if reading her mind,gave a seducing smile. Her heart started to beat fast as if it's in race."Oh Lord, help me now, cause if this continues, my heart will jump out of my chest." she shook her head to dismiss the thought.
"Just tightening your seatbelt," she now realized that he had already tightened her belt and was back in his position.
"Stupid,"she mumbled.
"Did you say something?" He asked bewildered.
"No, yes... just thanks. can we go?" she glanced at her wristwatch, hiding her embarrassment . Quen stared at her as if going to say something but let it slide.
"Sure, we go," he said and shut on the engine.
They entered Mr Garry's office building and took a lift to the CEO office which was on the third floor. The building was medium in size but we'll equiped inside.on their way Quen had told her that Mr Garry's owns many businesses including resorts and hotels and he has a small office here cause the headquarter was in Mexico.
"Good morning sir, how can I help you?"the young secretary greeted with a big smile, overwhelmed to see a handsome guy in front of her.
"Morning," he said with no change of expression at all .
"We have an appointment with Mr Garry, so we wanted to know if he is in yet?" He said in a calm voice, ignoring the annoying seducing smile the girl was giving him.
"Yes, he is,but did you just say we?" She asked, her eyes fixed on Quen's face.
Angela, who has been irritated by the girl from the beginning and decided to stand behind busy in her phone, rolled her eyes and waved at the receptionist with an irritated smile plastered on her lips.
"This is my partner . Now, can you inform him that we are here, please?" He was running out of patience.
The secretary gave Angela an eye of jealousy but her smile returned when she met Quen's eyes.can't she do her job without smiling,disgusting. Angela couldn't help hating the girl right away.
"Yes, sir.what shall I announce. I mean, as your name?"she asked, dialling the phone.
"Quen Okefe "
After a few minutes on call, she hung up.
"I'm sorry, sir, but Mr Garry said that he's busy right now, so he can't see you.may you wait?"
"What? How long?"he asked, trying to sound calm, though you could read how difficult it was being.
"He didn't say sir,"
"Fuck"he cursed. "this old man like pissing me off".
"So its not the first time "she sounded more like stating than asking.
"We don't fucking get along well" he said one hand on his hip another rubbing his forehead.
"We really need him, right?"she asked with concern.
"As how much I don't want to admit ,yes." " But don't worry we can find another way out".
"I can help "she said with determination ."I got an idea "
"Kind of ?"
She pulled him aside by arm so that the secretary who seemed to keep her eyes on them won't hear .
Quen surprised by her sudden socializing to him stared at her,demanding an answer. She teared her gaze from Quen and looked at the secretary. An evil smile plastered on her pink lips.
"You know what Angela I don't know a shit about your plan but let me tell you I'm getting goose bumps now"
She chuckled at the joke."just chill young man.you only have to do this tiny thing" she linked her two fingers.
"Come with me"she dragged him to the waiting chair and made him sit.
"You are going to tell me what you know about him"
"Like ?" He questioned,her behavior still confusing him.
"Like his personalities especially toward women".
Quen let a little smile rise his lips.
"He and bitches are one name"
"I guessed that" she said proud of herself.he stared at her intently then he realized what her actual plan is.
"What the f.. Angela tell me that I'm wrong". She gave him an exactly what you are thinking, look, and pulled out her makeup and started to apply some.
"You are crazy. I can't allow that"
She ignored his protests."you are going to help me with that sec"
"There is no way I'm gonna help you with you lunatic idea".
"And why not ".She turned to face him, her face showing impatience and disbelieve.it was the only way to get to him so she couldn't understand why he was objecting.