Heated - Episode 11

 

CLINTON’S POV
This morning's charade just finally proved to me that my only son and child is possessed. A twenty seven years old can’t actually act like a fourteen if he is not possessed right? I just don’t feel good. I feel something drastic is about to happen. Anderson will surely so something. The last time I locked him up, he cancelled all the pending partnership I had with reputable companies and now I have embarrassed him, that contract isn’t safe . Nah Anderson won’t be so foolish to do that. I am dressed already, was about going to visit my lawyer before Anderson acted his drama. My ringtone distracts my thoughts.
“Hello Sir, please is the Jnr CEO not coming? The woman isn’t a patient type and she has been here since 7:30am. I don’t know what else to do to make her wait.” He says fast and breathlessly. God! Since 7:30? Anderson!
“He’s on his way. He’ll arrive there soonest just try everything you can to make her wait for sometime. And Paul make sure you listen to their conversations. If Anderson isn’t cooperating, call me immediately.” I tell him.
“Okay sir.” I end the call and enter my car
“To my lawyer’s office.” I say to the driver.

WHITNEY’S  POV 

I think I dozed off. Screw me! Thank God my shades were intact so it wasn’t noticeable

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. It must be 10 O'clock. I didn’t sleep that long.
“Are you kidding me!” I stand up immediately as if the chair turned to fire. I remove my shade and stare at Paul and Nancy.
“11:12 and he’s fucking not here?” they both look down.
“How does this company grows when the idiot of a CEO is this irresponsible? Do you think I have all the time in this world to just sit down and continue waiting for that imbecile? I have better things to do than waiting for him for almost three hours! Who does that?” goddamn! I need to see this beast myself and dash him a piece of my mind.
“Miss… please… some more mi…” I glared at him, a dreadful look and he shuts up. Maybe now they know how dark my eyes are and it’s dark as the dark aura around me. I have the eyes of that woman wrestler called RRR (Ronda Rowsey Rowsa). Sometimes I have to wear shades so as not to scare anyone. I am not leaving here until I see that bastard! I won't waste hours for nothing at least cursing him and putting him in his place will be worth the while. If he did this to everyone, I am going to prove that I'm not one of them. Can’t Believe I even slept. Gosh!!!
“Good morning sir Paul and Nancy chorus as a good-looking feature walks passed them into the office. He didn't even answer their greetings nor look at me. Didn't he know I was supposed to be here? This bastard! I look Paul and his eyes are already pleading but I ignore and walk right into his cozy office. I meet him pulling his jacket and he is backing me. Then he places the jacket on the chair he's about to sit on and sits down. I feel a present beside me but I Don’t care to know the identity cos I am intently focusing on this bastard.
 ANDERSON’S POV
In my already pissed of state, they Don’t expect to answer their greetings right? I just walk into my office absent-mindedly. I pull off my jacket and hang it on my chair and sit down. Now what am I expected to do? Nothing! And the least I would want right now is talking t to anybody. I raise my head to see Paul and a woman standing in front of my table leaving my door ajar and I get vexed. 
“Paul! Courtsey! What’s wrong with y’all? Today’s Wednesday not Monday! Where are your fucking manners”. I yell at him. I’m not sorry if he’ll be the one paying for my father’s sins.
“Sorry sir.” He says low.
“Be sorry for yourself and close my door.” I say eyeing the woman. Her eyes are not welcoming at all. So deep and dark and her leather jumpsuit that hugs her body perfectly protruding her obvious hourglass shape makes her looks more like an assassin and not an electrician and her black heel is tipping her a little taller than Paul. Then I hear a deep, angry voice
“Courtsey? Young man what do you know about courtsey and manners?” I blink for few seconds rapidly wondering if she’s talking to me. Of course it can’t be me maybe she’s adding to words for Paul. She can’t possibly be talking to me right?. I arch my brows in a questioning manner.
“sure hell I am fucking talking to you.” Jesus I almost vanished!. Is this a “he” or a “she”? Don’t tell me you are scared now Anderson. I roll my eyes.
“Paul, who is this frustrated, hell broke loosed woman you brought to my office?” I ask. Toasting to myself in my head. Her face and Paul’s immediately changed.
“sir she’s the woman for the wiring house.” He says softly giving me the hint that she is our only hope. To hell with the hope.
“is that the reason you let her barge into my office like she birthed or raised me?” I ask him.
“sir. I’m….”
“Save it Paul.” She cut him off his apology. Who the hell does she think she is?
“My name’s Whitney Walters. An electrician. If you are wondering who I am.” Now I am getting pissed albeit scared no one challenges me I mean NO ONE!.
“I am not here for the contract anymore. I have long lost the interest for that since 10. I just wanted to see the proud bastard who has kept me waiting for almost three hours. Now listen here. If you so one more time call me names, I am so going to engrave respect in you. You don’t want to mess with me. I can see Papa and Mama let you grow into a spoilt big boy. Being called a man would be an insult to your age and age mates. I have your mates and the ones older than you for as long as I can remember. You don’t want to see the ruthless side of me.” She warns and I blink much more rapidly now with my mouth slightly open and Paul isn’t close to her now, I guess he left. But seriously a big boy? I have passed that stage since eighteen I am a man now.
“and you think you are a woman? come on stop deceiving yourself! with these eyes and a deep voice? To me, you must be a gay or transgender. Who knows if the thing down there is a “P” and not a “V”?” I swear I almost pee when her eyes change looks. I think the next thing I felt is a pee drop on my boxers. No three drops actually as I slam into my chair. Jesus! She slapped me! I swear I was blinded for three minutes or more. All I saw was darkness and rainbows. I open them slowly to see her still there vexed. This lady must be working in a gym.
“If you value your looks and life, don’t you ever talk to me in that manner. Good day!” just as she turn, Paul enters and with her looks, he can tell she didn’t accept any contract offer so he follows her. I can still hear him pleading as he closes my door but she refused to give him a listening ears. This is surely Satan’s agent. I touch my lips to feel the liquid. It took me courage and in tears to raise my finger… please Lord let it be sweat and not blood, not blood please.. Gbam! It’s BLOOOOOD! My lips my mouth? Blood? My pink lips. Agghhhhh. Just a woman’s slap cut my lips? It’s suppose tk be my slap that will cut her lips and not the other way around. In eyes full tears I managed to clean my lips and the door flies open again and ajar!
“MANNERS!  Are you fucking mad!” I roared
“I am sorry sir. Your father is downstairs and he wants to see you now. He says it’s urgent.” I say nothing as he leaves. My father here? Maybe he’s gotten the news so soon as he wants to fire me. How much I’ll love to see his face. Score 1-1. For embarrassing me, no contract. I smile I will get back to my injury. I pose myself and face to go see my father. Can’t wait to laugh. Revenge is sweet I swear.”

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