Chapter 7 Black intention

Chapter seven
She signs, "You have to see this," she says instead and walks out.
I sign and follow her out.
She stops by the window side of the sitting room. I continue to stare at her, very much confused at what she's trying to pass across.
She sighs again and points a finger toward the window. Is something wrong?
I walk forward, my legs shaking underneath me at the possibility of disaster ahead of me.
When I pull aside the curtain and look through, my mouth drops open in shock. What the heck!
I couldn't close my mouth, I couldn't stop the mad beating of my heart.
I look slowly back at mom. She sighs again, obviously frustrated like I am. I watch her walk away before I hold my head, mentally preventing the bursting of my brain. If I had a gun right now, I would shoot it through Dave Margray. I know he did this. He's the only one that knew about the money. He must have told the reporters to come and disturb my peaceful morning. I don't seriously know why he wouldn't leave me be. I didn't ask for the money from him and I wouldn't have even collected it if I knew he sent it. Why then is he making it so hard for me?
I continue to watch the reporters move endlessly in anticipation of my arrival. My head suddenly feels so heavy. Why will Dave do this to me on my first day at work? My heartbeat increased drastically at the thought of losing my job because I arrived late on the first day of my work. Irony right? But I'm not going to let that happen. This is just one of the challenges humans can't avoid and I will sure get past this one as well.
Eating seems like the last thing on my mind right now. I don my clothes, a black skirt, and a white chiffon shirt. I wear black shoes and carry a black bag. This combination is one of my best. I walk to the front door and stop briefly, a hand on my chest to stable my heartbeat. Strangely, I quickly recite the Lord's Prayer before opening the door and walking out. The flashlight blinds me for a while and I find myself struggling for my stamina. Damn the reporters!
"You said you were going to give Dave Margray one hundred thousand dollars," a female reporter said and my eyes went black and darker in shock. When did I say that? I open my mouth to defend myself but someone else beats me to it.
"You also promised to give more of the money to charity. Are you that rich?"
I slap myself mentally. These reporters are huge liars. How can they listen to Dave without asking for my opinion? Ok well, that's why they are here right?
I cough to clear my throat," I'm sorry but I never said anything like that. I don't know where you heard it from but I don't have any money to spend on charity. Although, I have the dream of doing just that in the future, "I explain and look over their faces, expecting them to create space for me to go to my work. Instead, they look at each other's faces and one of them moves the phone closer to me. The idiot was recording me.
"Who uses Jones Macbeth Lion1 on social media? You do, so why say something yesterday only for you to swallow it back".
I blink once, then twice. What the heck is he talking about and how did he know my names on the internet? What does he mean by what I said yesterday?
Damn the reporters! They are all liars.
" I don't know what you are talking about but you must excuse me right now because I have to go to work, "I explain and try to break through the barrier they built around me.
"You have to tell us more, one of the chips in, and I feel the sudden urge to punch his face.
I look at him suddenly," Will you like me to get you arrested or sued for the infringement of my right? I won't pity you if you guys try to stop me again, "I warn and watch them move back slowly. I smile. Nice decision.
Since I don't have a car, I will be taking a cab to work. I've taken a little out of Dave's money. I plan to go shopping after work. Since I will be addressing exactly the way I'm dressed, I need to look well for Mercury light.
Suddenly, a lady hit me, making me lose my balance for a few minutes. She looks at me and smiles slyly. I decided to ignore her, I'm not going to cause any trouble on my first day at work. She suddenly pulls me back with my blouse. My heart skips at the move. What's this lady doing? Does she know how much the clothes cost?
I turn to look at her, "Are you ok, miss?"
She hisses, "You are the one who doesn't look ok, you this poor daughter of a prostitute."
My head did a flip, it felt as though I didn't hear her properly, "What did you just say? Are you__ Ii couldn't finish as someone pushes me to the floor. Within a twinkle of an eye, I'm suddenly in the middle of some group of ladies staring at me with such intensity that I still wonder why I haven't vanished. They look like witches to me. But seriously, this can't be happening to me on my first day at work.
A banana hit my head suddenly, startling me for the umpteenth time that day, "That's for punching Dave". I stare amazingly, unable to say a word
Some eggs come crashing on me as well. I grasp but still didn't say a word. I feel incoherent at the moment.," That's for slapping him, "the speaker pauses slightly, a huge satisfactory smile on her face, "And for insulting him?" My heart skips madly at my chest as I await the worst.
Suddenly, fruits came flying from all corners around me. I could smell eggs on my clothes, with flour and cakes. I close my eyes and bend my head. I seriously don't know what to do. I don't seriously know what I did exactly to deserve all this.
Today is my first day at work but I've just ruined it. I will never be able to get another job. Dave is bent on destroying me. Why exactly should all this happen to me only because I asked for what's mine? How do I get Sam back in school? What will mom do without her job? How would we live without any source of income? I feel so miserable. I wonder why my dad had to die. Why I had to search for a job. Why wasn't I even born with a silver spoon? Why can't I voice my opinion in society? Why do I have to be disgraced because I wanted an apology? I closed my eyes against the tears that threatened to seep from under my lashes. No! I won't cry. I fail nevertheless, and the tears come running down my face, somehow adding to my miserable life. I couldn't stop the tears no matter how much I tried.
"What the fuck are you doing?" a deep baritone voice boom from somewhere around me. I shook with tremor at the strange voice but didn't move an inch.
Just immediately, the ladies were being pushed away by some men until I could finally breathe a little. I look up and the first person I see is Michael. What! Michael! What's he doing here? Is he also here to disgrace me? He stares at me for what seemed like an eternity, although it was only for a couple of minutes according to the world clock. When he started toward me, I looked away and expected the worst. The worst he can do is tell me I have been fired. It won't surprise me, it will just make me go and commit suicide.
I suddenly grasp as Michael's soft hand brushes my cheek, cleaning away the tears there. I couldn't do anything but stare deep into his eyes. He smiles softly and pulls me into a hug. My heartbeat accelerates and starts to pound madly in my chest.
I can't believe this!?
Daves
I've been laughing as I continue to watch the video of the success of my plans with Jones. Jones doesn't know who she's dealing with.
I know she's going to come back to me, begging after all this. But the moment I see Michael park alongside the street, I realize to my dismay that my plan has just been thwarted yet again. Michael is such a party spoiler, seriously. Although somehow, my heart skip a beat at his move of hugging her. I know I shouldn't think about it and I won't.
My dad is out of state and would be back just in time for his birthday party. I somehow knew I need to finish up with Michael before the party. My dad can be like some sort of an angel most times, seeing through me. He has been like that since the death of my mom. And he's strict that sometimes I like it when he's not around. He wants me to reconcile with Michael and he purposefully asked me to give Michael the invite. My dad typically owns this company, it's just that my ideas and intelligence made us this far. Mercury light is a great asset and my dad's first proposal was for us to work together but seriously that can never happen. I don't care what my dad would do when he comes back but I will never reconcile with that idiot boy. I don't even think he wants us to end this fight. He's always doing things against me.
Someone knocked on my door slightly, suddenly jerking out of my thought. I look up, "Come in, "I say and my Secretary walks in. Kim is a Korean but she speaks English so well. Well, she's not the only foreigners here, in my company. I just like to do things differently and in my way.
She catwalk towards me, "You have an appointment in less than an hour"
I nod in affirmative, then look up at her, "Why didn't your plan work this time?" It's Kim that gave me the idea about how to put Jones in her place. It's not the first time she would be giving me crazy ideas. It's one of the reasons why I made her the Secretary. You can call me crazy but that's how I work.
"I didn't know it won't work. That's how we do and it does work on us," she says with a head bow. I study her all over and noticed she shivered. She's scared I might sack her which wouldn't happen.
I sign," it's ok. You can go. It's just that you've just missed the opportunity of getting an extra one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I will call you later if I need your help", I could sense her sigh before walking away.
I'm not generally wicked, I just like putting people in their places and I won't stop until people start staying in their places.
And lest I forget, I seriously need to teach Michael a great lesson. He needs to stop meddling in my affair. I don't know why he can't just leave me be. Must he poke his nose in all of my business?
"M.r Marvel, I'm sorry. You can't go in", I could hear the faint voices of Kim behind the door. What's happening.
I connect to the intercom right on top of my door," Kim, let him come in, "I say and wait. Just immediately, the door opens and Michael walks in.
Interesting, so it's his turn to visit offices?
"Don't you have ounce of mercy," Michael's voice came out louder and deeper, unlike his?
I stare at him for a while and laugh at his unusual behavior.