A Secret Affair

Friends

As they walked, Priscilla turned to Sophia with a smile. “Can you believe it?” she said. “I’m one step closer to my dreams!”

Sophia grinned and squeezed her friend’s hand. “You deserve it, girl! You were amazing up there.”

Together, the two friends made their way to the parking lot, eager for a cup of coffee and a chance to debrief on the day’s events.

As Priscilla and Sophia neared the parking lot, they heard shouting and it caught Priscilla’s attention. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a well-dressed man with a phone on his ears.

Sophia followed her gaze, recognizing the man immediately. “Oh wow,” she whispered. “That’s Mr. Lee. I’ve heard he’s one of the most influential people in the industry.”

Priscilla and Sophia watched in awe as the well-dressed man, Mr. Lee, finished his call with a frustrated sigh.

“Where have you been?” he demanded, turning to his assistant who had just arrived.

The assistant looked flustered as he tried to explain himself, his voice low and apologetic.

Priscilla and Sophia watched as the sharply dressed man ended his call with a sigh of frustration.

Turning to his assistant who had just arrived, he said, “I was expecting you sooner.” His voice was low and demanding.

The assistant, looking flustered, began to apologize, but Mr. Lee cut him off, his brow furrowing in irritation.

As the assistant continued to stammer out excuses, Mr. Lee turned away with a dismissive wave. “I don’t have time for this,” he said, striding towards his Rolls Royce. “Just get in the car.”

As Priscilla and Sophia watched the scene unfold, Sophia whispered, “He seems kind of intense, doesn’t he?”

Priscilla nodded.

“I’ve heard he’s really rude and annoying,” Sophia remarked, watching as Mr. Lee got into his car. “Just pray you don’t get shortlisted to his entertainment company when the results come out.”

Priscilla laughed, shrugging off the warning. “Nobody can be too bossy for me,” she said with a smirk.

Sophia chuckled, shaking her head. “I like your confidence, bitch.”

Priscilla and Sophia arrived at the scooter, and Priscilla pulled out a single helmet.

“Sorry, I only brought one helmet,” she said, putting it on.

Sophia waved off the apology. “Don’t worry about it. Safety first!”

Priscilla nodded and swung onto the scooter, Sophia climbing on behind her. The engine roared to life, and they sped off into the city.

The coffee shop was buzzing with activity, the air filled with the rich aroma of freshly ground beans and the chatter of patrons. The interior was cozy, with plush seating and soft lighting that cast a warm glow over the space. The walls were decorated with colorful paintings and posters advertising the latest coffee blends.

Sophia glanced at her watch, her brow furrowing with concern. “It’s just 4:22pm,” she said. “We need to hurry. My mom’s coming back today and I’d like to be home before she gets there.”

Priscilla nodded, flagging down a barista. “Two iced coffees to go, please,” she said, sliding into her seat.

The barista nodded and disappeared into the back, returning a moment later with two frosty cups.

Sophia grabbed one of the cups, taking a sip. “Oh my goodness,” she sighed, her eyes closing in pleasure. “This is good.”

Priscilla laughed, sipping her own coffee. “So, what do you think about the competition and how is work.”

Sophia nodded, her smile growing wider. “Yeah, performing isn’t really my thing,” she said. “I’m more of a behind-the-scenes kind of girl. Work is fine and I love the event have Been planning so far.

Priscilla playfully jabbed her friend in the side. “Yeah, nothing’s your thing, is it?” she teased, making Sophia laugh.

“Seriously, though,” Priscilla continued. “Final year is coming up and if you don’t want to be a performer, what do you want to do?”

Sophia took a sip of her coffee, her expression turning thoughtful. “I’ve actually been thinking about joining my family’s business as an event planner,” she said, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

Priscilla raised her eyebrows, impressed. “Wow, really? That sounds like a great idea,” she said, nodding. “Your family’s company is pretty well-known”

Sophia nodded, a hint of pride in her voice.

“Yeah,” Sophia replied, her smile widening. “We’re not, like, super rich or anything, but we do okay. And I really enjoy planning events, so I figure it’s a good fit for me.”

“I hope they support my event planing skills.” You know since have been hiding the truth from them. She added.

Priscilla nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. “That makes sense. And it’s always nice when you can do something you enjoy and make a living at the same time. And am sure they will accept it.”

“Exactly!” Sophia exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious.

The two friends chatted away, their laughter filling the air. Suddenly, the door of the coffee shop swung open, and in walked a group of people, their voices carrying over the noise of the other patrons.

Priscilla and Sophia looked up, curious to see who had arrived. And then, one of the newcomers spotted Priscilla and exclaimed, “Jeez! Is that really you, Priscilla?”

The two girls exchanged glances, wondering who it was.

The voice belonged to a tall, athletic-looking young man, who was now making his way over to their table. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen you,” he said with a friendly smile. “What brings you to this neck of the woods?”

Priscilla’s eyes widened in recognition. “Josiah?” she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and delight. “Wow, it’s been forever. What are you doing in country D”

Josiah took a seat at their table, his smile growing wider. “I’m here visiting some friends,” he explained, his gaze shifting between Priscilla and Sophia. “But it’s good to see a familiar face. Especially one as beautiful as yours, Priscilla.”

Priscilla felt a blush rising to her cheeks, but she tried to play it cool. “Aw, you’re sweet,” she replied, trying to brush off the compliment.

Priscilla smiled, turning to Sophia. “Meet Josiah, my long-time friend,” she said, gesturing towards Josiah.

“Nice to meet you,” Sophia replied, extending her hand for a handshake.

“Likewise,” Josiah said with a nod. “Priscilla’s told me all about you.”

The three of them settled into an easy conversation, catching up on old times and talking about their lives in the present. When the conversation started to wind down, Josiah turned to Priscilla.

“Hey, Priscilla,” Josiah said, his voice turning serious. “I know we haven’t seen each other in a while, but I’d love to catch up properly. Can I get your number so we can meet up sometime?”

Priscilla felt a flutter in her stomach, but she tried not to show it. “Sure,” she said, smiling. “I’d like that.”

She pulled out her phone and handed it to Josiah, who quickly typed in his number.

With the exchange of numbers complete, Josiah turned to Sophia, a playful grin on his face. “And what about you, Sophia? Are you going to give me your number too? You know, just in case I want to chat with Priscilla’s best friend.”

Sophia laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m pretty protective of my friend,” she teased, a playful spark in her voice.

Josiah threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay,” he said, laughing. “I promise not to steal your best friend away.”

Sophia chuckled, finally relenting and handing over her phone to Josiah.

“You better not,” she said, her voice warm and friendly. “But seriously, it was nice meeting you, Josiah.”

Josiah nodded, his smile sincere. “Same here, Sophia. It was a pleasure.”