Chapter 37

AMBER'S POV
The mug slipped from my hand and fell to the ground with a huge crash as it broke into many pieces. Mel was starstruck as she looked at me hurrying to pick up the pieces of glass before any of the children stumbled into the kitchen and end up getting hurt.
'You said you did what?" The words stumbled out of her mouth as she kept on staring at me. I had no intentions of telling her about what had happened at the reunion party but her persistence had made me spill the beans or in this case, the coffee.
I stuttered as I stood up with a piece of the broke mug, 'It was a mis..take, it ju..st hap..pened and he was there to help me in time" Mel's eyes were filled with tears as some rolled down her cheeks.
'You should have waited for me, Amber. What if he didn't arrive in time?" She said in between gasps as she broke down in tears. I had never been a great friend to Melissa Hughes and I felt horrible as I watched her cry for me, for my life, for my stupid choices.
I couldn't stand it, I started crying too, 'Mel, I'm so sorry. It was just overwhelming for me and I didn't know what else to do" the words were stumbling out as the tears followed in huge successions. I kept on chanting, 'Mel, I'm sorry" as we held on to each other and bawled our eyes out.
Mel kept on apologizing for not being there for me while I apologized for not waiting for her. It was an soap opera and I was surprised the kids didn't hear it from their room. The coffee was ready and the machine started beeping, I detangled myself from a still crying Melissa and poured both of us a cup with new cups from the cupboard.
There is no perfect way to bond with someone than through shared trauma and that was exactly the case with Melissa and I. We had moved from seat partners in high school to best friends for over 13 years.
Maddie walked into the kitchen moments after we had wiped our eyes and settled down to drink our coffee, with a note from the principal. Apparently, Frankie had been caught stealing things from the gym, again.
I knew I had to confront him about his recent behavior but I had no idea how to go about it, the kid hated me completely. No, I don't know why but he does and it breaks my heart every time I think about it.
Maddie followed us as we took our cups of coffee up to my room, she volunteered to read the letter out loud and I accepted.
Dear Miss Swift,,
I'd really appreciate it if you can stop by the school on Monday 16th of August 2009 for a brief meeting in regards to the conduct of your son, Frank Swift. Thanks for your understanding.
Signed: Management.
My heart was racing as Maddie dropped the letter on the bed, things were getting worse with Frankie and I was running out of options.
JAY'S POV
Davis didn't just have bad taste in fashion, he had terrible taste in mostly everything and I confirmed it when I entered the conference room to hold the interview for the position of my personal assistant.
The conversation with mum the other night had not only ended with her revealing her plans for me to get married to Eve, she had also announced to everyone in the living room, the twins inclusive, that I was to be the temporary CEO before she stepped down.
According to her, making me the CEO a month before the handover was to make me fluent with the activities of the office just before I take my rightful place as the Executive director of the company when she steps down.
I had also tried to inform her I had a company of my own that I was in charge of but to her it seemed like child's play, the real work was here, in Los Angeles.
'..sit right here, I'll usher them in. You'll be asking the questions since we're looking to hire a personal assistant for you" I drifted back just in time to hear the second part of the instructions Davis was giving me in regards to the interview.
I nodded my understanding and whispered a 'thank you" as he smiled and left the room. Once I was seated and comfortable, I allowed my eyes to roam around the conference room.
The first time I came to the office before the reunion party, I had been too preoccupied with thoughts of the party, there wasn't a chance for me to assimilate things.
'Excuse me sir, can I come in?" A voice sounded at the door and I wheeled the chair around to face whoever it was. I had to make a choice, I needed an assistant.
Two hours and a half later, I was ready to call the firing squad on Davis. The candidates were either women who were interested in sleeping with me or winning my favor and I was exhausted from the whole ordeal. Davis flashed me one of his smiles, told me we'd continue tomorrow and left me alone to catch my breath.
Noah had to run a few errands so I decided to just drink myself home, a pitstop at the Swift's wouldn't be a bad idea and before I could convince myself against it, I was at their doorstep. So much for self control.