When Love Returns

I am Jessica Williams, Jess for short a senior executive and co-owner to a multi billion global advertising company, I can boldly say we are the giants of the advertising market with other streams of businesses income is piled up weekly which turns over in six to seven figures on a monthly base. I live the best of lives and I can afford whatever I choose to do the moment I choose to, as against who I was as a teenager, growing up was not the best of times because I suffered and barely survived from being fed crumbs and junk from our neighbor who had a son that went from being a friend to being my first lover but things changed the day I overheard his mother telling him she would never approve of his relationship with a nobody not to talk of a bastard child like me and my siblings whose dead bit father never accepted but abandoned, this became a propeller for change and the need to level up so as never to be looked down on ever again so change became an inevitable thing, the accident I was involved in, yes accident , my siblings and I almost died, I still believe they would never forgive for what happened, that night became my worst night mare. Hence I moved with the train of change and guilt leaving family, love and validation behind to the city in search of greener and better pastures to be able to make ends meet not just for survival. I swore to became a better, elegant and class young lady no matter what and how much it would cost me. Everything changed when life on the streets taught me not to be weak or even love because being on the streets with wolves in sheep clothing was never an easy going task and your ability and willingness to make harsh and tough decisions were the essence of survival {you either eat or you were eaten}, these were the basic of my hate for men because they were and are still always as a predator looking for prey to either deceive or skimming their way to getting something from you or to pull you down, just as it is in the corporate world nothing goes for nothing, pull someone down to rise or someone pulls you down to rise same laws in cooperate and on the streets. Speaking of my hate for men my father abandoned us to be with a richer woman [skimming] or my first and only love who looked me straight in the eyes lying that his mother loved and accepted me even after I heard their conversation [deceptive]. I never allow men work in my space or with me both corporately and domestically. My obvious hate for them is always evident to every intending or potential male aspiring friend, business colleague or intending partners. In cooperates I have an assistant who does the relations with these creatures while I handle whatever it is to be handled and then reverts to her for further relations. The only men around my space are old and worn out like my driver who would be retiring in a few days time. The second and third are my gate men at the office and at home whom I hardly ever speak to or even know their names. My biggest problem right now is that my driver would be retiring in a few days time due to old age, if there was a way to strengthen him so he could continue to discharge his duties towards me as he’s very diligent and efficient if not for his natural strength been abated he would have passed off as the only successful man that has survived working with me over the years because he bore my every frustration, resentment and outburst transferred to him by me from what every and any man does to be. He was like my emotional pouch bag, thoughts on my mind is how do I cope with these urchins called men, I need a driver but all they have are middle aged men looking hungry and desperate do not meet up with my demands, I can’t stand being in the same space as them not to talk of breathing same air as they would in a shared space like my car, The driving agency has not found me a qualified female driver yet.[the last one I interviewed and took for a test drive nearly killed me] or an older man that would fill in the space of the one retiring, such incompetent and negligent folks laying around and waiting to be paid huge salaries at the end of the month, it would have being easier to drive myself but in most cases there are deadlines to be met and so working on the road is inevitable, there’s fatigue; it’s bad enough that I don’t get to sleep until early hour of the new day due to work and the late nights driving that’s the most dreadful part of it all, as I have not recovered from the accident. Pictures of what happened the night of the accident runs through my mind every time I sit in the drivers sit or even in front.