My Dance And I

Chapter 5:- Re-employed

The hotel was bustling with activities here and there. Everywhere was lively, customers having good times, taking tours around the hotel. It was indeed very busy today.

Damilola stared at the men in front of her. One of them was starring at her with a beautiful smile on his face, while the other had a cold expression and had his eyes fixed on his phone. It was like his eyes were too expensive to stare at cheap people like her.

"Hello, Mr James, I am so sorry about earlier,"she said apologising for spacing out when she was meant to work. Will she be sacked because of this?

"Hmm. It's no problem, miss. You are new here, right?"

"Yes, sir, you could say that. I started working here 6 months ago,"

"Oh! That's cool," he replied scratching his head with one of his fingers.

"Well, since you know me already, I will just introduce my friend here to you, in case of next time and for you also to know how to treat him," James said again.

"His name is Richard Brown McCall. He is my best friend and child hood friend. Does his name ring a bell?" James asked.

"Richard Brown McCall? Hmm! That name sure sounds familiar," she thought starring at the man in question whose eyes were still glued to his phone like she was not worth being stared at.

"The name does ring a bell but not the face. Who the heck is this guy?"

She kept starring at him trying to figure out where she had come across his name, as a thought came to her mind. She immediately shook the thought of her head. That was not possible.

"So, anything? Do you know him?" James asked.

"I am sorry sir, but I don't think I do," she replied.

"No problem, Miss," he said with a smile on his face.

"Damn! How could he be this handsome?" She thought.

"Like I said earlier, his name is Richard Brown McCall, my best friend. He is the chairman of the world renowned McCall group of companies." James continued.

At his words, Damilola's mouth was left wide open. She was flabbergasted. She couldn't believe he was the one after all. He was a very rich and influential billionaire. This was crazy. How is this even possible?

"Oh! My! Nice meeting you, sir," Damilola said, starring at the man's handsome face. She couldn't stretch forte her hands for a handshake, that would be asking for too much.

Richard didn't look up from his phone, or give her some face by replying to her greetings. He completely ignored her.

Damilola could say nothing but scream in thoughts as she watched him walk away.

James apologized on his behalf and ran after him.

As Damilola watched their retreating figure, she heard a voice behind her. "Alex, oh my God! Alex, was that Mr James and Mr Richard, just now?" Clara asked.

"Of course, how did you know?" Damilola asked.

"I overheard your conversation," Clara replied excitedly.

"And you still had to ask?" Damilola asked, staring at her dumb friend.

"Of course. I had to get my facts right. It's not all the time you come across big shots like that, you know."

Damilola was really done with her now, so, she ignored her.

Clara who wasn't willing to be pushed away by Damilola, said "They are cute aren't they? I even caught you drooling over them, most especially Mr Richard" she said with a teasing smile.

Damilola who didn't want to look cheap denied Clara's accusation.

"What? Drooling? Me? Come on stop imagining things. It's not like they are that handsome. I have seen better looking guys, okay?" Damilola said, trying to look collected but her shaky voice gave her away. Is Clara in her right senses? Those guys are heavenly beings. Why wouldn't she drool?

Clara stared at her like she was trying to figure out something.

"Hmm! If those guys aren't handsome, I wonder who is handsome to you," Clara replied, trying to pull her legs.

"Clara, get back to work, please, stop disturbing me," Damilola replied.

"Nah, not until you admit you were drooling over them,"

Damilola sighed and said, "Okay, fine. I was drooling over them. Don't you dare say a word to criticize me, they are damn too handsome, you know."

Clara laughed and said "Yeah, you are right," Clara said walking back to her desk.

Damilola smiled and decided to continue the day's work, but she couldn't think straight. Who on earth will see such charming young men and still be in her right senses?

After a while, she decided to forget what Clara said, clear her head and focus on the work before her. Though those guys are irresistible, she doesn't stand a chance. Besides, she couldn't lose her job now. Even if she wanted to, it wont be nice to lose her job because she was drooling over her bosses, right?

In no time, she kept those thoughts at the back of her mind and continued working.

After about an hour, she heard a deep voice call out to her, "Hello, miss."

She lifted up her head from her computer and looked at the person. The person didn't look familiar, but he was dressed as a bodyguard.

"Hello, miss," he said again.

"Hi, how may I help you?" She asked.

"I was told to call you. My boss wants to have a talk with you."

"His boss? The only person I saw with so many bodyguards about fifteen was Richard. Oh my God! Does Richard really want to talk to me?"

"Who is your boss?"

"Mr James," he said.

"Oh! Mr James," she said disappointedly. She would have loved to see Richard again.

In no time, she did somethings, informed Clara that she will be back soon and walked away with the bodyguard.

On getting to James's office, she saw two bodyguards at the door. They made way for her to go in, as she entered.

She never would have thought in her life, she would be allowed to see James's office, with huge expectations, she walked into the office.

Immediately she entered, the smile on her face disappeared. What the heck was this? Just how bad was James's taste?

The office was designed in a non-modern way.

Everything in the office were wooden.

Behind his office chair were three bookshelves, filled with books to the brim. The books in the shelf were so many that it could be enough for a library.

Just what type of person is he? He definitely wasn't a nerd. But all this makes him look like one.

Few metres in front were cushions, but not beautiful cushions like modern ones.

There was a small wooden table in the middle of the cushions also.

She saw different types of beautiful paintings. They all looked so attractive. Was he an artist or a lover of art work?

That was all, she could see. Since she was just paying him a visit, and wasn't a close friend, who could check around his office, she had no choice but to leave the rest to her imagination.

Though his office was designed in the days of old, it was very obvious that everything in the office wasn't amateur but very expensive.

His office smelt good also, and truthfully, when she looked at it clearly, she realized it was more beautiful than she expected but not in the way she expected it to be.

"Hey, Miss......," James said, placing one of his fingers on his head like he was trying to remember her name.

After a while, he said, "I am sorry miss, I don't remember your name, could you remind me?"

"I am Alexandra Hall, sir. You didn't forget. You just didn't ask," she said.

"Oh! My bad, please have a seat," he said, stretching fort his hands towards the chair opposite his office chair.

After she sat down, he walked towards his seat, and sat down.

He cleared his throat, then began. "So, I was kind of looking for a P.A that would work for me for a week. I don't know much about the workers of this hotel and I really want that person to be an employee in this hotel. So, I had a meeting with the front desk manager 'Mr Brian', and he recommended you."

"Mr Brian recommended me? I was recommended by Mr Brian?"

"Of course, why do you look so surprised?"

"No, I am not surprised at all, sir," she said. Right now she was beyond surprised.

"Okay, if you say so," he said.

"What do you have to say about it?" He continued.

"Well, sir, you have a P.A, don't you?"

"Yeah, you are right, miss".

"If I may ask, sir, why do you still need another P.A?"

"I don't need a P.A, actually, but my friend, Richard does".

"Richard. I'm sorry, Mr Richard. You mean Mr Richard Brown McCall?"

"Yeah, that's right."