The President last day

Chapter Six

"Oh! Wow", Mrs. Johnson voiced.

She checked her phone forthwith she woke up. She woke up late and that was due to what she did overnight. She rushed into the bathroom. She was inside the bathroom when she heard her phone rang. She didn't bother to hasten herself, because she knew if it was a call it would ring consecutively. When she finished bathing she checked the telephone and it was a message from the Somerset reception, she was curious to learn what was sent. It was a quit notice and need for her to vacate the room. She had to rush what she was doing. She didn't sleep on time yesterday's night due to some activities and researches she was putting together which led to her being late to bed. As she was dressing, she inferred the need to call Mrs. Borris so she could clarify things to her that she wouldn't be able to be available today again but she was in a hurry. She hadn't ordered for a taxi also. She was overwhelmed. The only thing in her psyche was to finalise what she was doing so she could maybe sit at the reception to sort herself out.

The CCTV monitor at the reception showed that she was still in the room. One of the inn attendants was sent to her room. She was done. Her hand was on the door clutch and the attendant hand was also on it and they unlocked it simultaneously; it was a coincidence.

"I am sorry, I wake up late, but I am done!", she said.

The attendant nodded his head. Mrs. Johnson headed out. It seemed she was given preferential treatment due to her position in the nation. She forgot something and she had to stride to the room and the attendant had already lucked the door and was about to move to another room. She had to implore him and she picked what she forgot. Things wouldn't have been like this if not that she forgot her laptop while rushing away from home. She used her phone to do all that she had to do and the phone couldn't be as fast as when using the laptop.

She plodded through the stair to the downstair. She moved closer to one of the receptionists and mumbled to her, the receptionist nodded her head. She went to sit on the aluminium painted black chair. She was busy with her phone for a while. She initially wanted to call her office, but she thought of calling the taxi driver foremost. She didn't save the taxi driver's contact, as she thought after her abortive effort to search for it through names on her contact she recollected her psyche that she didn't save the number. She had to do. And phoned him.

"Hello! Can you come to the inn where you dropped me yesterday?", asked Mrs. Johnson.

"Huh, I am on a ride with someone, if you can give me some minutes".

"Ok, no problem, I will be expecting you", Mrs. Johnson replied reluctantly.

She wasn't satisfied with the feedback. She was in a hurry so she wouldn't be late to Atlanta. She also recalled that she had to make ready a flight that she would board at the Detroit metropolitan Wayne county airport. She didn't know anyone at the airport. She compromised in her psyche that she would consult the driver if he arrived or maybe at the hospital. She then chose to call her office.

"Good morning Mrs. Borris", Mrs. Johnson greeted.

"Morning!".

"Please, I won't be available at work today again, I am in Michigan due to what happened to my late sister's daughter, Aviva, but forthwith I am back at work I will explain everything please deliver my message to the receptionists and the heads, thank", explained Mrs. Johnson.

"Alright, No problem, I will do. Take care of yourself, Okay"

"Sure, thank you very much. I love you"

The relationship between Mrs. Borris and Mrs. Johnson were like blood sisters. People even thought they were family because they slightly looked alike. They did eat together of they were given lunch leave at work. In fact, during the weekend or their days off it was either Mrs. Johnson spent it at Mrs. Borris home or the other way round. Some of their colleagues did envy the relationship between them to the extent that some would refer to them as twins. Though Mrs. Borris was older than Mrs. Johnson but it was two years difference. Some minutes after she finished talking with Mrs. Borris, her phone rang. She checked it and it was the driver. She picked it.

"I am outside the inn"

"Wow", sighed Mrs. Johnson

She was surprised because she didn't expect him to arrive in such a space of time referring to the initial response from the taxi driver. She was glad and had to bid farewell to the receptionists. She had to assemble with the queue at the exit who were being checked. She was kinda frustrated, but she was attended to on time. She tried to draw the door and opened it but she didn't have the strength, she ought to have alarm one of the security men, but she was in haste, she didn't want to keep the driver waiting. She was the one that opened the same door when she came into the inn yesterday, but she couldn't open it maybe because she hadn't taken any food that morning and the door needed energy if one wanted to open it or close it. It was easier if one wanted to enter because the person would just have to push it but if one wanted to exit the person would have to draw it and more strength was needed. Though there did be security man that did do that for the people, they were always busy attending to people's need.

"Please, excuse me".

She had to call on one of the security men to help her out.

She was kinda relief when she stepped out of the inn. But she seemed touched by the morning sun. She felt like going back into the inn because of its ventilation. She looked around and saw the taxi. She paced down to the roadside and had to look meticulously to avoid the misstep she made yesterday that a car almost hit her while crossing the zebra line. She entered the car and they zoom off.