CHAPTER 4 - The Encounter
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Rosalie's POV
"That doesn't fit the narrative we're hoping to pass with the project, if you went through the bill, you'll see it just a total waste of money and resources."
The cameras moved to where he stood, he didn't flinch, it seemed like he had done it before or probably waiting for me to be in his trap but I wasn't going to back down.
"There basic things the constituency needs and this is one of them, it doesn't only serve as a means to foster progress but from what has been listed here, it's more than what you're painting it out to be." I retorted.
The cameras moved to him again as he tapped his Mic "Well, it isn't in your place to decide, the rest senators have to put it in a vote before it is ruled in or out."
The Audacity!
This wasn't the first time, twice he had challenged me in our sittings, the press had nicknamed him "The man of Fury", he was growing followers, a fan base and I was having none of that.
I had dismissed it as someone wanting the best for the constituencies, but seeing him today, I was convinced he held a grudge.
KEN GRAHAM!
That was his name as it was boldly written on the placard in front of him, maybe he was an undercover agent sent to test my qualification.
His mannerisms irked me, the way he acted like he knew the rules more than everyone irked me even more.
"Maybe I should have a word with him," I murmured as I walked back to my office.
The sitting had been adjourned, it was already getting too tensed in there.
I almost jumped back when I noticed someone in my office, sitting on my chair.
"What are you doing here Marco?" I asked immediately I got myself.
"Sorry for scaring you, I just wanted to keep you company after everything that happened back there. Hope you're good?"
I closed the door behind me and kept at alert, in case he had plans of doing something stupid.
"I'm fine, it's part of my duty," I said placing my bag on my table.
He looked at me then immediately got up " I'm sorry, I just wanted to see how it feels to be the Senate President, I need to start practicing for when I get there. You said you're going to help me, right?"
"Yes, I said so," I replied so he would leave, talking to him was already adding to my exhaustion.
"Thank you very much and don't worry about Ken, he's always like that. I don't know if he's calling for the media to always capture him during sittings but he's an attention seeker, don't mind him."
I became interested, for Marco not to like him, there must be something up with him.
"Are you close to him?" I asked.
"Of course not, I can't keep someone like that around, you know he comes from a rich home, although he doesn't want to be associated with his father's wealth but he walks around like everyone should bow to him." He said with an irritated expression, something about his look told me there was more to it.
"It's fine, it's a senate sitting, I don't expect everyone to agree to everything I say."
He nodded and left the position he was standing.
"You know I've aso been feeling guilty for the court issues you had because of your stuff when we divorced."
My stuff? Did he mean my cars, house and the landed properties he got hold of because of the documents he made me sign?
I remember how I tried hard to convince the court that I was being abused physically and mentally, by the clown.
"Why so?"
"It wasn't fair, that was harsh but I really wanted you to change your mind and stay."
"Marco, you wanted a divorce."
My plan was gradually coming together but every moment of hearing him talk or having him close to me, made me want to end everything and murder him with my hands, I've had to convince myself severally to keep playing along.
"Yes but, I can give you everything back if you can just hasten up with getting me a new position."
He moved to my table and ran his hands on my arm while smiling.
"You can do this Rosalie, I know you."
I almost puked.
~•~
It has been several days since the last Senate sitting, I was done arranging the office and familiarizing with the rest senators, I've taken the little break to visit my dad and spend sometime with him.
This place I had ran away from for the past four years was gradually feeling like home again and one of days when I felt like doing more for my job, I decided to visit my office.
I had just given my assistant something to read through when she came bursting through my office door, panic written all over her face.
"Ma'am, there's someone here to see you and she's causing trouble downstairs." She said breathing heavily.
"Who is tha–" Before I could complete my statement, she was already inside, someone I knew better than anyone.
Vivian Carter– my former best friend.
"Me." She said pushing my assistant aside.
I signaled Clara to leave, this was a visit I've been expecting.
"What are you doing here?" I asked feigning ignorance.
She opened her bag and threw the photos on my table, I picked one and looked at it.
The camera man did a good job, the angle was perfect and even the person that delivered it, I wish I wasn't anonymous, I would have called to give them extras.
"What are you doing with my husband? You left, why are you even back here? Is this how you go after married men?" She asked, her eyes burning with rage and hatred.
I let out a small laugh and crossed my arms while resting my back on my chair.
"Come on Best friend, isn't this the same way you got him? Besides, if your man can be easily taken away from you over a cup of coffee, don't you think he's not worth this drama you're putting up in my office?"
"Shut up!" She yelled covering her ears. "I'm doing everything to have him all to myself, don't put your ugly head in our business, stay away from him, I repeat stay away from my husband, he doesn't want you."
She looked pathetic, eyes sagging with dark circles round her eyes, it almost seemed like she had lost her youthfulness, I knew what could be the cause, I had been there before.
"Listen, my father still owns this country, I don't know what your little plans are but I can make you and everything you have disappear with just a command, so think carefully before you start this war with me, I don't want to remind you of what I'm capable of." She said and walked out of my office.
Even as I tried to busy myself with work to get the little encounter of my mind, her words still echoed in my head, goosebumps covered my skin.
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