Chapter 47 Reconcilation

Chapter forty-seven
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" Mom, we don't need it. We are living fine now. As long as I keep working, you will soon live a luxurious life".
" That's right Jones. Thank you so very much. How are Nancy and the store?"
Yes, I told her she was going to open it yesterday.
" Mom, her store is amazing. I will take some pictures and send them to you later. You will be amazed. You can't believe she gave me some gifts from her store?"
Dave POV
I don't know why I'm so restless.
Gosh, I want Jones to be here. Even if it's just to see her. I miss her so much. When was the last time I kissed her? I love the feeling and I can't wait to kiss her again.
Gosh, it's like I'm going insane. Why does everywhere seem dark without her? It's like she took my light. I don't even know what I'm saying.
Just why haven't they reported back to me?
I told them to make sure they employ Jones' mom even if it includes adding to her salary.
Why are they not saying anything?
It's Tuesday already.
I should call them.
I take my phone and dial the principal's office. The school is mine.
I have lots of business I do that's unknown to others, especially my father. My father made a business known to the world. I wanted to make my business known to the world as well.
So, I secretly built a school and a supermart.
My supermarket has gone to number five even though no one is still aware of who the owner is.
"Hello sir," the principal's voice comes online.
I sigh. I don't have time for pleasantries, "What about what I told you about yesterday?"
"We tried our best. We even beseeched her to say whatever amount she wants to be receiving but she declined".
My brain stopped for a minute. What? Did she refuse?
What kind of woman refuses that kind of thing.
I hang up and stare around me. Why are these people proving so hard to get? What's so special about all this?
A knock and I look at the door," it's Kim sir"
"You can come in"
Kim walks in, "Sir, you have an appointment by four o'clock with Revi_," she rattles off but my mind wasn't really with her.
Is there anything I can do to make Jones happy? What can I get a lady that would make her happy?
"_sir, are you here?" Kim's question brought me back.
I smile, "Kim, let me ask you a question. What can I give a lady that would make her very happy?"
" Well, there are a lot of things you can get her," she says and my smile widens.
This one is going to work great.
Who would think I would love Jones? I don't believe I could as well and I regret saying those words to her.
If I hadn't, it would have been very easy now that Michael is out.
I wonder what she sees me as.
I don't even know how to make her come close again. Well, Kim's idea is always the best.
It will surely work.
Jones POV
"So, you are not going to the office unless Michael calls you back to his office?" Nancy asks while she dresses up for work. Even though I've given her a separate room, she still sleeps in my room.
I yawn and look over at her. Nancy is always looking beautiful every day. I wish I'm like her sometimes, no, all time. I seriously don't like how my life has turned out recently. It bothers me.
"Well, if that's how you see it".
Nancy snorts, "Not how I see it. It's how it is. I think you should be running from Michael instead of Dave. Michael is the one that broke your heart and not Dave".
I groan louder, a bit pissed up," Have you forgotten what Dave did to me? He squeezed my life, that all I'm left with now is my name," I roll on the bed lazily," And I need to stay far away from him or I might even lose my name".
Nancy laughs," He isn't that bad. He saved you from that restaurant accident. You will be dead if it wasn't for him, "Nancy reminds annoyingly.
I sit up now," And he almost killed me in front of my house. Have you forgotten that so quickly?"
Nancy shrugs slightly," No, I'm just saying change is the only constant thing in human life. Maybe he's changed".
Maybe he has changed.
Wait for a moment, was Nancy paid to sweet talk me into going back to him? Why is she trying to persuade me?
I opened my mouth to say something but the loud horn interrupted and made me forget what I even wanted to say.
"What! That seems to be in front of our house," Nancy says and I nod slowly, admitting to the fact too.
Together, we rush to the front door.
I open the door wide and stare at the wrapped gifts in front of our door.
"What's this?" Nancy walks out and moves closer to a wrapped gift," Jones, it has your name," she looks over at another one, "Same here," she goes around checking the other gifts and eventually stops, "They all have your name".
What!
While I was still contemplating what it is exactly, a man walked up to us. He seems to be the one that pressed the horn earlier.
"Good morning to you ladies. Here's a card from the sender," he says and hands the card over to Nancy.
I just stared, didn't even know what to think. I know no one except Michael. And I don't think Michael would send all these gifts. We settled our rift.
Wait! Could it be Betty!
"What!" Nancy's scream brought me out of my thoughts.
What happened? Why did she scream?
She rushed to me and spread the card wide in front of me.
I stare and read it aloud, "Hey babe, do you like those gifts? From Dave"
What!
Is he kidding me?
I look over at the man and discover he's no more standing where he was minutes ago.
He's on the bus and already about to drive off.
I rush to him and stay in front of the bus. I wave at him to stop driving.
He complied and came down, "Is there anything you want?"
"Take those gifts back from where it came from"
The guy seems to zoom out for a moment, "What did you just say?" He even stammered.
Is he kidding me?
" I said you should take all those things you brought back to their owner"
The man looks at me for a while as if he quite can't believe I just said what came out of my mouth. He looks beyond me, probably at the gifts, then back at me. His eyes were pleading when he spoke again, "You mean I should pack all those fine things. Those things wrapped in an attractive way back to the sender?" The way he reframed it made me chuckle.
" You heard me clearly, so what are you still waiting for?"
He stares at me, dazed, "Are you sure?"
I clench my fist beside me involuntarily, "If I repeat myself, it will be disastrous for you," I can feel my head reeling seriously.
" Fine! If that's what you want," he says and walks back to the foolish things he brought.
Nonsense people. I walk past dazed Nancy, back into my room.
I have no time for nonsense.
Dave had done it before. He gave my mom some amount of money and made it look as though I begged him to give us. I will never forget the shame he caused me over the money. I will not let him entice me again, not this time.
His devious acts have been spotted already.
Dave
I relax back in my chair while I have my pedicure.
I like keeping everything about me clean and cool.
I'm sure Jones must have gotten those gifts.
I wish I'm there to see the surprised look on her face when she saw my card and the smile on her face as she packed the gifts in.
Gosh, why do I miss her so much?
I can't wait to have her back in this office.
Steven walks to me, "Sir, your phone has been ringing. It's from the company".
I sigh and take the phone from him. I dial Kim's line. She picks up immediately, "Yes Kim. What's going on?"
"Sir, a man is here to deliver some items to you. In fact, since you refused to pick up. He left the gifts here and zoomed off".
What! I unconsciously sit bolt upright.
Did Jones reject my gifts?
"Get those gifts out! I don't care how you handle it but I don't want to see them when I come. And mind you, I'm coming to work right away, "I say and hang up. I give the phone to Steven and stare angrily into the air.
I don't believe I was humiliated like that.
Jones! Why is she proving so stubborn?
"Hey, wash my feet already," I say to the pedicurist. She complied immediately.
I walk into my car and have Steven drive me back to the company.
Everything was clean when I got to the company but I picked up some traces of gossip.
Gosh! I don't believe this is happening to me.
I walk into my office and place my head on the table.
What then exactly can I do for this girl?
Why does she hate me this much?
Just thinking about it hurts me so much.
The ringing of the phone brings me back to the mundane world.
I sigh and pick the call, "Hello"
"Hello sir, Mr. Michael is here to see you"
What? What is he doing here?
"Let him in," I say and the phone goes off.
Why will Michael come here?
Did Jones report to her or what?
What am I even saying? He's probably here because of Betty. I just wonder the type of scene he's going to create today.
Gosh, I hate him with passion.
It's just that I always can't seem to stop giving him the audience with me. I want to hear him, I want to hear everything he has to say. I'm not a coward, I won't hide from him.
Minutes later, a soft knock sounds on the door, "It's Michael," that thick voice.
I nearly laugh out loud.
Why will Michael knock on my office's door?
Well, he has never done so. So, I'm skeptical about this new change.
What are his plans?
With Michael, I will never know anyway.
"Enter," I say and look up just when he opens the door and walks in. I smile, "Why were you knocking? It's not your type to knock".
He study me for a moment," I came to talk peacefully"
I ache my brow, "Peacefully seems like a strange word to me".
He sighs and moves nearer. Without another word, he sits before me. I watch him dangerously. He's acting strange, I'm telling you.
"Why are you here Mr? "I decided to ask out of curiosity.
He furrows his brows, "That's one thing about you Dave. You don't always give me the space to explain before you bombard me".
I scoff. Is he kidding me? Seriously?
" What explanation do you have for me? Isn't it all these excuses from your point of view?" I say and it seems like my voice went higher than usual.
He sighs, "You always have a detailed explanation right in your head. It has always prevented you from seeing the truth", he says calmly, reminding me again of the fact that he's my best
What! I feel a surge of anger immediately.
"Are you saying I cooked up the fact that you slept with Jasmine in my head?" I ask amazingly. I feel my face turn red.