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Can’t hold my tears 2 Episode 8

Amara browsed throu-gh her collection of clothes looking for something nice to wear to the office. It was a Monday and a rather unusual Monday it seemed because Amara, who did not always care about how she appeared, was really searching for something to wear. She discarded one go-wn after another, wondering if she would ever find a ‘fitted’ cloth. ‘It must be the aftermath of enjoying Nadia’s company’ Amara thought. She had been in a good mood since she had hosted that child in her house even though she had been gravely disappointed when she had been taken away. Another thought though, suggested something different. She was probably not dressing up because of happiness. It probably had to do with anticipation. She shook her head, discarding the thought as foul.
It had been a week now and yet, she hadn’t heard anything from Kelvin. It was almost as if he hadn’t appeared at all; but how could she even believe that when he had stood so close to her; so close that she had perceived the scent of the same perfume he used years back. He had been so close, yet so far. She had literarily pushed him away, yet he had promised not to let her go, but then, why wasn’t he coming back? She had expected him to come and try to get her on her feet again like he always did, but he hadn’t shown up. Every day, she had expected the next client coming to her office in Ara P to turn out to be Kelvin but time and time again, she had been so-rely disappointed. Although, of course, she would never admit it; not even to herself.
She lifted a go-wn before her eyes. It was a dark shade of purple and looked perfect. She had abandoned it when she bought it because it fitted her b©dy perfectly but weirdly, that was what she wanted today. The thought that Kelvin hadn’t returned because he found her appearance lacking had plagued her mind over and over again. Amara drew the material over her head until it [email protected]£ to a final st©p, slightly above her knees. She took out a white smart suit jacket and pushed her two hands into it. Her heart beat steadily as she walked to the mirror. She could not believe the beauty that stared back at her. For the first time, she wasn’t wearing the slightly oversized clothes she always wore to keep men off, even if they still [email protected]£ nonetheless. Right now, she actually felt beautiful.
“My staff would think I contacted an incurable disease” she said to herself, wondering if she really hadn’t. But the de-sire to re-move the clothes never [email protected]£ up. She wondered if she should let down her hair and let it fall past her shoulders, but she instantly quenched that thought. Her staff would really think something was wrong if she did that. She packed her hair very neatly and put a very scanty gloss on her usually dryl-ips. She turned away from the mirror in order to get her beautiful form out of her eyes, but the image stayed locked in her head. No matter how much she tried to deny it, she still had her old self in her – the Amara who craved to be de-sired and loved. She lifted her bag and left the room.
As she walked to her car, she wondered if she had started growing soft. She had never been found thinking of her own personal beauty and appeal, until now. I cannot be thinking of having a man in my life now, am I? She swallowed and pushed that thought away as ‘completely ridiculous’. There is nothing wrong in wanting to look beautiful once in a while, she thought firmly as she pu-ll-ed out of the compound.
Reliance was bubbling with life as usual as Kelvin walked confidently into the company. The busy staff paused immediately they saw him, murmuring their greetings, which he answered coolly with a small moderate smile. He had never been one to fancy ties so the t©p of his shi-t had a few loose bu-ttons beneath his dark grey suit, showing off a bit of his muscled che-st. The ladies had on their brightest smiles as he walked on, not really noticing them as he moved to his office.
“You are welcome Sir” Shalom said standing up to greet her boss.
Kelvin turned a firm smile to his secretary. “Hope you enjoyed your weekend?” he asked.
“Yes, I did sir; I am sure you did also sir” Shalom said, looking at her boss who looked just too handsome. She wondered why most men squee-zed their n£¢ks to breaking point with their ties when another man looked simply delicious without it. She had never seen her boss with a tie, and Shalom could not imagine him with it even though she knew that he would still look perfect with it.
“Of course” Kelvin answered as started into his office. “Come in for a minute Shalom” he said and she hastily followed him in. as always, Kelvin shrugged out of his suit the very second he got to his chair, ma-king it look as if he really would rather not put it on. His thick muscled b©dy [email protected]£ more pronounced without the suit as he dropped into his chair, moving it closer to the wi-de sparkling brown table. Shalom stood with her hands pla-ying nervously at her sides. Her boss had always been so handsome and breathtaking but she wondered when she would finally get used to it. It is no wonder that all the female staff always dressed to perfection. They all wanted to impress their boss – whenever he was around to even notice them. But he never noticed; the woman who would get his attention had to be the luckiest woman alive, Shalom thought.
“I nee-d you to pas-s a memo across to my as-sistant and heads of [email protected]” Kelvin said as he turned on his [email protected]©p. There would be a meeting today so we can effect some changes in order to improve our standard. The meeting would last for one hour and it would commence immediately after lunch break. [email protected] from those I mentioned, two other people would join us; you and John”
Shalom blinked, startled. “Me sir?” she asked, bewildered.
Kelvin smiled. “Yes, there is a reason why you should be there” he said simply. “That should be all” he said, dismissing her gently.
Shalom nodded and scuffled out of the office. Kelvin watched her leave with a vague smile on his face. He had been monitoring his secretary and had decided that she would do better in a more dignified position.
Reliance, just as the name implies, is the most reliable Estate Management Firm you can find. They boast of impeccable services, helping house and estate owners to manage their properties, seeing to running of these properties on behalf of their respective owners. They had grown steadily over the years, buying up the minds of people with their exceptional performance and reliability. Kelvin had used his continuous Abuja trips to set up another [email protected] there in Abuja, expanding the coast of ‘Reliance’ beyond the confines of Lagos and gaining national popularity. Because of the nature of his job and the quality of his staff, he could afford to move from one state to the other, without worrying about the state of his company in his abs£nce.
Kelvin went throu-gh the information on his [email protected]©p carefully although his mind was a bit unfocused and sluggish. Something that hadn’t happened for years. How easily a woman could cloud a man’s s-en-ses and prevent him from doing what he usually did with ease. He nee-ded to see Amara. It had been days without seeing Amara and it had seemed even longer than the six years of long unbearable wait. But Kelvin knew the wait was necessary. She nee-ded to make her de-sire his pres£nce; awaken the feminine feeling in her that he knew she had locked up so firmly. Kelvin had never been in the habit of imposing himself where he wasn’t welcome and he definitely would not start now.
Alex walked down the stairs, deciding that his b©dy would fully alive with the little effort of taking the stairs instead of the comfort the elevator provided. He pressed his IPhone as he went, not paying full attention to his progress down the stairs. He collided with something, or someone and stumbled slightly, raising his eyes from the phone which nearly sli-pped off his f!ngersto glare at the frail looking woman which stood before him. She let out a startled [email protected], staring at him as if he were a ghost. The mop he saw in the woman’s firm grip and the flimsy cloth she had on told Alex exactly what the slightly elderly woman was. “Are you blind woman?” Alex asked angrily.
The woman did not seem to even hear him as she gaped continuously at him. The mopping stick in her arms shook slightly as she gazed at him, upsetting him the more. “Alex” she [email protected]
Alex wasn’t the least bit surprised. He was after all the son of s£nator Bello. “Mr. Alex Bello.” Alex corrected sternly. “You have no right to call me by my first name woman if you want to keep your meagre job in this h0tel, I don’t care how old you are.” He continued down the stairs without looking back while the woman continued to gawk breathlessly at his [email protected] back.
“Oh God” she breathed.
Amara sat in her office with a smile on her face. She had been smiling too much, she thought weirdly, like it was a sin to do so. She could not believe the stares she had received from her staff. They had openly gawked at her like some famous Nollywood actress, almost forgetting to greet her. She had made sure Tega was terribly occu-pied with office works and the ladies being tested but trust the damned woman, she would soon come and run her ton-gue nonetheless. Her eyes had grown round as sausage as she gazed at her when she arrived.
The door to her office opened, and sure as sunrise, Tega entered with a hvge grin on her round face.
Amara rolled her eyes. “Not now Tega” she growled.
“I knew the entrance of Mr Kelvin Thompson would leave its required marks” she said, grinning. Amara glared at her gently, hiding a small smile.
“It seems you are blessed with handsome men because one is here to see you. The very one that I said looks too good to be true” she said with a raise of her brow. “But I am sure he won’t look as good to you as the hunk of a man occu-pying your head”
Amara hissed. “Tega, would you st©p your silly insinuations and st©p keeping the person waiting. I don’t know when it [email protected]£ a sin to dress up for a Monday at work. Who is waiting to see me?”
Tega smiled. “Mr Maxwell Babs” she breathed.
Amara blanched. The day could not be spoiled by the entrance of that proud spoiled [email protected], could it? Tega went out and without her formal permission, the door to her office opened seconds later and there stood Maxwell Babs, smiling down at her like she hadn’t just insulted him few evenings ago.
Maxwell entered with a faint friendly smile on his face, returned levelly with a firm unfriendly stare from Amara, who sat poise on her chair like an unmovable art work. He closed the door firmly behind him and stood before the table. His obviously expensive sky-blue shi-t and black trou-sers gleamed in the office like it had just been re-moved from its nylons, and his irresistibly handsome face was as handsome as ever. However, Amara did not seem to see all that as she stared unblinking at him.
“To what do I owe this visit sir?” she said stonily as an opening greeting.
He smiled wi-der. “Can I at least sit Amara?” he asked.
Amara raised her eyes as all the happiness she had gathered grew wings. “It would do you good to remember that my name is Ara Peters. You are to refer to me as Miss Peters, if you don’t mind.” She said sternly, and then reluctantly pointed to a chair across the table. “You can have your seat Mr Babs”
Maxwell dropped carefully into the comfortable chair, disregarding the hostile words Amara hauled at him. He crossed his legs in a stylish fashion, keeping his eyes level with hers. “I [email protected]£ to find out the progress of the upcoming event” he said unceremoniously.
Amara almost sighed but her business ethics kept her from doing just that. She had been training her staff on the importance of courtesy with clients, no matter what; it would be bad if she couldn’t be seen doing likewise. She turned on her official smile despite the difficulty and said. “We are working on it. We would s£nd our conclusions to [email protected] when we are throu-gh”. There was still something about Maxwell that nagged at Amara, creating a faint s-en-se of familiarity which she couldn’t place.
“That is good” Max said shortly.
Still keeping her smile in place, she said. “But that is not really why you are here, is it?”
Maxwell smiled mischievously. “Your face is beautiful to behold, it wouldn’t be a chore to stare at it all day. You are looking [email protected] exceptional today” his eyes left her face to give the visible [email protected] of her b©dy a quic-k glance.
Amara’s spine stiffened as her smile faded and she was instantly glad she was seated behind her table, if not; he might have run his eyes throu-gh her b©dy, like he had a right to do so. “You definitely did not grow [email protected] by sitting around in other people’s offices, gazing at their faces, did you?” And there was that thing about the name of the company that gave Amara a pause. Despite Maxwell’s arrogance and pride, she could not imagine him giving the company a name as thoughtful and well-calculated as ‘[email protected]’. The name had a ruggedness that Maxwell did not possess. She could instead imagine him calling his company cheesy names which would depict clas-s and wealth.
“I am sure staring at your face would give me the required inspiration to take [email protected] to unimaginable heights.” Maxwell said evenly, and then smiled brightly, showing that he knew exactly what he was doing. “It is no wonder Ara P grew so fast, with your face around, everything would fall into the right places”
Amara blinked, hiding the gentle delight that she derived from the compliment. “I see you have a way with words. It amazes me how you totally blun-dered the awkward [email protected]£ we had” she said levelly.
Maxwell’s smile grew soft . “I was a fool and spoke to you, forgetting that you are not like other women, plea-se forgive me. I would see to it that the terrible mistake is fully rectified if you would only give me the chance” he actually looked sincere as he said it.
“No! It is unnecessary” For the first time, Amara attem-pted a slightly friendly smile, trying to forget the insult he had indirectly hurled at her at the blind [email protected]£; besides, she had paid him back with unveiled insults of her own. “I showed up at the [email protected]£ for selfish reasons, I only got what I deserved”
Maxwell swallowed gently. “I am sorry all the same; I should have known that a woman such as you cannot be enticed with anything. I do hope we can be… friend”
Amara stared at him for a long time, trying to decipher what hidden agenda [email protected] that friendsh!pgesture. Can someone who once asked for a relationsh!pwith her really settle for mere friendsh!p? But then is it wise to discard his thoughtful arm of friendsh!p? Amara wondered carefully. Maxwell as a friend could be really good for Ara P, she thought vaguely. “I don’t really keep friends but, I can make an exception as long as you keep things at that. A relationsh!pis the last thing I nee-d now”
This plea-sed Maxwell as he smiled fully, displa-ying his perfectly arranged sparkling white teeth. “I would try my best to remember that”

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