Chapter 70

SILVANA

Monday finally came and I dashed into the bathroom to brush my teeth and have my bath. As I added soap to my sponge and scrubbed my body with it, flashes of my night and time with James came running through my head.

I had not been able to get our date of last night off my mind nor could I stop shining my teeth, happily as I thought of it.

"I wish and hope our days together would have no ups and downs." I muttered to myself, while rinsing my soapy hair, with the shower head. I got out of the bathroom right after, towelling myself dry and making my way into my closet to get dressed for the day.

I settled for a black, pencil skirt with a business blouse and low heels, I took my newly, bought, Gucci business, hand bag and car keys before making my way out of my home, not bothering to have breakfast first, which wasn't a new thing.

I got to work and as I climbed up to my office on the top floor, the workers all stood up and greeted me which I responded to. I was about to enter my office when my way was blocked by Mr Greg.



"Good morning Mr. Greg." I greeted with a smile, which to my surprise, he didn't return.

"Miss Silvana," He called out, panting heavily and tapping his foot anxiously on the floor. "There is bad news." He informed me and the smile disappeared from my face immediately, replaced with a frown.

"Shoot." I told him gently, hoping within me it wasn't really very bad.

"There has been a report that the waste from the cosmetic productions has been released to the society without it getting treated and..."

"What?" I yelled, not even allowing him to finish his sentence as I stood unblinking trying to process what I had just been told.

"Yes." He replied, and took in a deep breath before continuing.

"And now, the neighboring people are complaining." He added and I clenched my fists, my face scrunching up into a frown. This was so bad, and unexpected.

"We have to do something quick for it appears, that our contracted waste, management company didn't get it treated to neutralize the chemicals before disposing it off and now it's all over the news." Mr. Greg explained to me, while looking at his tablet.

I was still speechless and at the same time, was thinking hard on the next step on what to do. My phone beeped and I took it out to see that truly news articles had been released like Mr. Greg said.

This is really bad. If it got out of hand, the government could see it as me trying to harm the society and shut down my company and brand.

"We have to call for a press conference to clarify all these." I told Mr. Greg who nodded in support.

"Then please arrange for one for tomorrow" I instructed and then walked away, briskly into my office, sweats forming on my forehead. I began my day a minute after, going through paperwork, signing approval documents and attending little meetings.

I kept working till it got so dark but I had no knowledge of this and kept on working till Mr. Greg came into my office to inform me he was closing for the day. I checked the time and it was, half past 9.

I also rounded up everything and was on my way home, when my phone rang. It was James. I picked up the call and was greeted with a worried tone.

"Cutie, is everything alright, are you alright?" He questioned hurriedly, not giving me time to answer all and I felt my lips curving up for the first time in hours.

"Yeah, I am good, what's up?" I inquired, not liking how he was worried but touched by it.

"I saw the news." He began and I stiffened. " It's circulating around really fast." He added and I let out a nervous chuckle.

"Nothing too much for me to handle." I told him as I got into my vehicle, trying to start it. At first, it didn't start but I kept on trying and eventually it did and I began driving.

"I hope you have eaten?" He inquired and just then my tummy let out a rumble, reminding me I hadn't taken anything since morning, because I was too busy worrying about the little crisis we were having, and working my ass off.

"You there?" James asked, bringing me out of my thinking zone. Thank God, he couldn't hear the sound my tummy just made, otherwise I would have been in for a lecture. Now, actually speaking about this, I realized I was feeling terribly hungry.

"Yes." I lied and bit my lower lips badly. I couldn't believe I had just lied to him but I had to.

There was silence for awhile, before he finally spoke out.

"Why don't I believe you?". He asked and I let out a dramatic gasp.

"What do you mean?" I threw back a question at him.

"Well, you are a workaholic and as I can recall, most workaholic tend to forget to have their meals." He replied.

"Well most, not me." I corrected and he laughed.

"Alright, I believe you and you better not be lying to me because if I find out you did, I am gonna spank you so hard." He told me and I grinned happily, about to tease him back when I realized my car was malfunctioning.

It was beginning to speed real fast, and get out of control. I tried stopping it but it didn't stop, and kept over speeding, even breaking the traffic lights in the process.

"Damn it!" I cussed out, my brain growing terrified, my hands sweaty and my legs throbbing. Everything was becoming so scary, thereby I started shedding tears.

"Is everything alright?" James who probably heard my tears questioned. I had even forgotten he was on the line with me.

"Nope." I informed, still crying and feeling horribly scared.

"What is it?" He asked swiftly.

"My car is malfunctioning and overspeeding" I was about to say, then turn to look at my front, to observe a bridge at the edge. My phone fell from my right hand, from shock and I glanced right ahead, my eyeballs widening.

I immediately tried grabbing the steering to ster the car, hoping it would work this time and praying effortlessly to God it would, but it didn't and I watched, tears dripping down my cheeks to my lips, as my car crushed into the bridge, falling off it with me letting out a scream.