SECOND REJECTION
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The sign "CLOSED" was hung on the door of Treaty Restaurant but groovy music was playing in the five-star restaurant while waiters stood by the counter waiting for orders.
Stella sat behind the small round table which had a decorative tabletop on it with a tumbler of orange juice placed on the tabletop. She was getting tired of waiting for him. She had got to the restaurant exactly 5:30 pm but her aggravating boss was not in sight. She was pissed off that he had warned her not to be late yet he was late for his "meeting".
"He likes making people wait" She muttered to herself.
Minutes later, he showed up at the restaurant walking elegantly to Stella. He flashed a sorry-not-sorry smile at her and sat on the chair opposite her.
Stella realized how charming he was. He was looking gentlemanly on his radiant blue tuxedo. His black-dyed hair was neatly trimmed just the way Stella likes it on men.
"Ma femme" Richard called her his lady.
"Je suis pas votre femme" Stella debunked his claim.
"How did you know I speak French?" She queried.
"It looked good on your application form" Richard smirked.
"You were going through my office records" She scoffed.
"You got me curious about who you are" He revealed.
"Let's get this meeting started, sir"
"You think I asked you to come here for a meeting"
"I was hoping you are" Richard signaled a waiter to take their orders.
"What would you like, Miss Chukwu?"
"Nothing. I got a chilled drink earlier" She replied pointing at the empty tumbler before her.
"C'mon sweetheart. Chilled drink ain't food"
Richard picked up the menu from the table. He skimmed through the dishes on it.
"How about Jollof rice and chicken?"
"No, sir. I'm okay"
"Ah, yes!" Richard exclaimed as he turned his gaze to the male waiter who just arrived at their table.
"We would like two plates of Jollof rice and chicken, please. One of the plates should have two chickens. Also, get us two chilled orange juice" He instructed as the waiter jotted down the order and left the table.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Stella?" Richard inquired.
"No, I don't do relationships"
"What do you do then?"
"Um, work"
"You don't have a s*x life then?"
"I don't feel comfortable discussing this, sir"
"Hmm. I want to f**k you, Stella"
"I didn't get that, sir," Stella said stunned.
"I want to have s*x with you"
"What?!" Stella exclaimed feeling insulted and incensed at the same time.
"Oh, you are still a virgin?" Richard questioned.
"It's okay. We would figure something out" He added without qualms.
"Excuse me," Stella said with the calmness she was able to gather from within.
She trotted out of the restaurant infuriated with her blue bag firmly on her right arm. She has never been insulted like that in her entire life. Richard was a pain in the ass.
Her phone buzzed from her bag and she reached for it. It was her dad who was calling.
"Where on earth have you been? I've been calling your number for a long time"
Her father's infuriated voice rang out from her phone as she picked up the call.
"I'm sorry, Papa. I was in a...meeting"
"I need you home now!" her father's voice ranged out with urgency.
"Is everything okay?" She asked her father who had already hanged up.
***
John arrived home late at night feeling worn out. His mother had already gone to sleep so he decided not to disturb her peace. However, he changed his mind when he met a peculiar sight on his bed.
"Mum!" He shouted.
His light sleeper mother who heard his voice from her room jolted from her sleep while the peacefully sleeping young human on his bed remained unperturbed.
Mama John showed up at the door of her son's room examining the situation with drowsy eyes. She let her eyes rove about the room moving her gaze from her son to the young human.
"My son, you're welcome" She welcomed yawning wildly.
"Who is she? And why is she on my bed?" John questioned incensed.
"That's Chidera. One of the students in the school" she informed.
"Sleep on the couch this night. Her parents will come for her tomorrow." Mama John added languidly.
"What?" John said to himself as he watched his mother leave the room in the same drowsy manner she entered.
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