Writer - EWOMA
Presenter - BBREIGNS
She turned and walked majestically to her car.
She sat in the driver’s seat as she got into it.
Using the rear view mirror, she could see what was
happening to that woman. One of the guards
carried her out, she kept fighting within his grip,
pounding his back. The other took her bag and
other items that where on the floor and followed
the other guard taking her out. While she’d been
talking to the lady, she’d been receiving angry
stares from her. Who was she? Why had she not
apologised after she’d bumped into her? Where
the hell do she come from? Was she actually
looking for her? Only the b---h could answer
these questions. For a moment, she was scared of
her. No one had ever confronted her that way.
The way she looked at her, was as if the woman
had known her and had lots of scores to settle
with her.
She kept watching as she was thrown outside the
company. She started her car. Shifting the gear
to reverse, the XC60 moved under her command.
When she was done with reversing, she shifted the
gear to drive and headed to the gate of the
premises. She honked and the gate was opened for
her. On getting out, she almost hit a woman.
Fortunately, she was quick with her brakes and
the woman ran to the side of the vehicle. Purity
was about to lash this woman with unfriendly
words. She turned to her, ah, she was familiar,
this same woman who had created a scene
minutes ago at her company. Purity didn’t say
anything, she kept on looking at her. The lady
returned her gaze with glaring eyes. Those eyes
had no feelings or sympathy or human emotions
in them. They were just black. Purity wondered
who this woman was and why she’d been staring at
her with such eyes. But right now, she didn’t care.
Giving her a cold stare, the woman removed her
eyes from Purity’s and scurried away.
Purity felt she had won. She smiled to herself and
drove off.
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“What are you doing here?” Jeremy asked Tricia
as she stepped into his office.
She ignored him. Threw her things on the
mohagony desk and settled on a chair facing
Jeremy. As she sat, she crossed her legs.
Jeremy quietly watched her settle down. He was
tapping his fountain pen on the desk, examining
her.
“Aren’t you going to give me an answer? And have
I not warned you not to dress like this to visit
me?”
She scoffed. “Listen to me. I’m not your
girlfriend anymore. I can dress anyhow I want
to.”
“Right. But,” he raised his brows. “You’re still
coming to visit me, so watch the way you dress.” he
warned.
“I can’t believe you’re talking to me like this.
What went wrong? I don’t understand.”
He frowned. “State your business.”
“Don’t try to act formal with me,” she had begun
to raise her voice. “I’m here to see you and talk
with you. I demand an explanation. Why did you
break up with me?”
Jeremy was amazed. What the hell is this b---h
talking about? He gave a throaty laugh. “From
what I can remember, you ended the relationship.
Your exact words, I can still recall; ‘Jeremy
Broderick. Its over between us, I hate you and will
hate you for the rest of my life. I never want to
be seen around you.’ Am I correct?”
“That was then. I didn’t mean it. I want you
back.”
“Well,” he snorted, “Its too late. I told you I am
engaged, didn’t I?”
She swallowed. “Few days after the break up
you’re already having a fiancee? You were in a
hurry to get rid of me?”
“That wasn’t what exactly happened.”
“Oh, yeah.” she straightened her legs. “I don’t
really want to know. Do you know how much I love
you? How much I really want to be with you?”
“Tricia, I do not know. Honestly, I don’t think I
want to know. Please, stop all that.”
Tricia got up, placed both hands on the desk and
looked affectionately at him. “I know you still love
me. And I love you too.”
“Hell, no. I don’t!” he blurted.
“You don’t? Never, didn’t?”
“Mm-hmm.”
She began shedding tears. Placed her right hand
on her hair and drew it back.
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