Chapter 7

• Leela McCartney POV
• I was returning from a very hectic company meeting. I initially didn't want to attend that meeting, but I still went. My instincts kept telling me not to go to the forum, but I didn't listen. From now onwards, I think I'll start listening to my instincts.
• Here I am now in my car, with the AC on, and I'm still sweating, and my head still hurts due to the outcome of the meeting.
• Well, I think I'm beginning to calm down now. The music my driver is playing seems to have a perfect effect on me. Immediately he turned on the music. It calmed down my nerves.
• Though I'm still tired, I am on my way to see my son. He hardly comes on, and whenever I try to talk him into coming home, he gives a lot of excuses.
• Since he can not come, I have to see him myself. He is the only one I have now, and he is all that I have got; I always want to be around him, but it seems like he doesn't want me around that much.
• After my husband left me and eloped with a black woman, I felt my world had ended. I didn't know how to pick myself up from the heartbreak and disgrace he caused me. When he left, I thought I would never be me again, but fast forward to where I am now. I'm happy with the way things are going for me.
• Even though he got what he deserved, I still miss him dearly. He was my first and only loved right from my childhood. I was happy that we spent the rest of our lives together after he popped the big question. Little did I know that things were going to end up like this.
• I can still remember it like yesterday when he went on his knees and asked me to spend the rest of my life with him, and I happily accepted. Who could have thought that the same man that went down on his knees was going to do this to me? I know he deserved what he got after the black woman he left me for ran away with everyone he had, but I just wished he never died.
• I break out from my thoughts and wonder why my phone has not still rang. I was expecting a call from my son, but I still had not heard my phone ring. Maybe he is busy.
• Well, for a man of his age and the kind of business he does, I understand. He has to think of ways to move his life forward and become more successful, and also, companies can be time-consuming. Not like I'm trying to make any excuses for him, but, speaking from experience, as my back still aches from this business meeting, I understand him.
• After this time, I take a break from any business meeting. My assistant and manager, Debra, would be the one attending all sessions. Debra has always been my saving grace. She always had my back right from time. She was the one that always participated in all business meetings for me and helped me oversee my business.
• I wonder why I didn't just allow her to attend the meeting for today. I can remember five years ago when Debra walked into my office. She had come to apply for the post of personal assistant.
• She didn't have any experience then, and I must say she was a bit naive, but I don't know why I thought it fitting to give her the job, and to be honest, speaking from my side of view, that was the best thing that I ever did for my company.
• She was very diligent in her work and also very hard-working. She assisted not just me but also saw the smooth running of my company. She made sure that everything was in place whenever I was not around.
• She served me as my assistant diligently for three years, and I didn't for one day regret giving her the job. After these years of working with me as my assistant, I thought it fair that she needed a promotion. She deserved it. I couldn't let her go as my assistant cause finding someone as diligent as her at this time would be a heck of trouble.
• I allowed her to retain the position as my assistant, and I also gave her the job of the manager in my company. Yes, I paid her the total salary for both positions because, as I said earlier, she deserved it.
• Now she works as my assistant and also my manager, but she mostly does the work of the manager because I hardly come to the office these days.
• I quickly looked down at my phone to check if it was on silent, but it wasn't. I had been calling my son to tell him that I was on my way to his office, but he had not been picking up my calls, nor had he returned any, and that was why I quickly had to search for my phone to check if it was on silent since I didn't hear the phone ring ever since I was in the car. "Maybe he is busy or in a meeting," I muttered.
• I looked out of my tinted car window to check where we had reached because I was already tired of sitting in the car. I let out a heavy sigh when I saw that we were still about 15 minutes away from my son's company.
• "Increase the music volume, please," I instructed my driver.
• "Alright, ma," he replied as he turned up the volume. Since we were still a few minutes away, maybe I should try to occupy myself with the music playing in the car.
• I soon felt sleepy as I continued staring out of my window as my driver drove with so much speed. I wouldn't blame myself for feeling sleepy because it had been a while since I attended that kind of meeting, and maybe my body couldn't handle it, which left me completely stressed out.
• I brought out my phone from my bag and checked the time, and it was just a few minutes past three. I put down my phone, but before I did that, I scrolled down to check my notifications to see if there was any call from him.
• I don't know why I did that because I knew full well that he had not called because if he did, I would have heard the phone ring; maybe I was just used to it.
• That was the last thing I remember doing before being woken up by my driver. "Ma, ma. We have reached," he said.
• I sit back up and look out of the window. We had arrived at my son's company. "How did I fall asleep so quick?" I asked myself.
• I quickly brushed my hair and arranged it well with my hands; I also adjusted my dress and brought out my expensive designer perfume, and sprayed it on my body.
• For a woman in my class, I had to look good and presentable when appearing anywhere, and most importantly, I was coming to my son's company, so yes, I had to make a statement. It's not easy to be the mother of the CEO of such a vast and notable company.
• I picked up my bag and some documents I had used in the meeting earlier. I didn't have the strength and time to put them into my bag, so I just held them in my left hand as I carried my bag in the other hand.
• I stepped down from the car immediately, and my driver opened the door for me. I put on my expensive glasses and pushed the hair on my shoulder back. I begin to walk majestically and with so much aura into my son's company, but as soon as I approach the entrance, I am bumped into a beautiful black lady causing all my documents to fall on the floor.
• On an average day, I'm supposed to get angry and scold this lady for not watching where she was going and thereby bumping into me, causing everything I was holding to fall on the floor, but I was somewhat drawn to her. Something about her was just unique.
• I stood there as she picked up all my documents that she had fallen on the floor and handed them back to me. She kept apologizing as she picked up the papers from the floor.
• "It's fine, thank you," I say to her as I collect the documents from her. I quickly look at her face closely, and I see the sad look on her face. Even though she was lovely and elegant, something was not just right about her.
• I couldn't ignore it, so I had to ask her what the problem was.
• "You look unfortunate and frustrated. Do you mind telling me what the problem is," I say to her as I take off my glasses to see her face?
• I quickly retook another look at her, from her face to her feet, and I must say she looked very elegant even though from the things she wore, I could tell that she was not up to my class, but I don't know why was just drawn to her.
• "It's a long story, ma. I'm so frustrated. I'm sorry once again for bumping into you." She apologized again as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.
• "I would love to hear all about it if you don't mind. I'm not in a hurry, so you can talk to me," I tell her.
• I'm surprised at how connected I feel with this lady that I had to pause where I would listen to what was making her sad. I have never done this before, and I don't still know why I am doing it, but I can't help it. This lady must have a strong spirit to get me to sit out here with her.
• I led her to a chair just outside the company's entrance, and we sat there. I dropped my bag and the documents I was holding and crossed my legs as I waited for her to let me in on all that was bothering her.