THIRTY-ONE
1093 Words
"No, that I am so happy" Dami intoned.
After a long phone call, Dami sat at the balcony for a while, from the closed glass she could tell today was going to be freezing.
She took her phone and turned on a nice playlists, she was happy and that what matter the most. Dami took her toothbrush and placed a lot of paste, she moved her waist to the sound of the slow music, Lovers by Anna of the north, she wasn't her favorite artist but this was the first on her playlist.
After a warm bathe, Dami stepped out of the room in shorts and a large t-shirt, she froze as she heard noises. She slowly stepped into the kitchen and found an elderly lady washing the dishes of last night.
She suddenly remembered Jason mentioning Miss Tracy...
"Don't worry about it, Miss Tracy would handle it" Dami froze, she looked around the house for Miss Tracy, it's been two hours since she got here and she hadn't seen any Miss Tracy.
"Who? Who's that?"
"Ah, Tracy? She comes and goes after cleaning" He explained, Dami nodded and dropped the plates.
"But she's isn't around right?"
For now she was around, she didn't look so old, from her back she looked like someone in her late twenties, she thought... Wasn't most house keepers of CEOs elderly, from what she had read.
"Oh my goodness!" She jumped, Dami shifted her gaze to her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Dami says, Jason should have warned her beforehand.
"It's fine, Mr Adesina" A hint of shock flashed through her eyes, she furrowed her brows in surprise, how did she know her name.
"Huh?" She questioned.
"Oh, Mr Lee... Told me you're going to..."
"Ahh, he told you about me?" Dami says, she swallowed not knowing when that came out, Miss Tracy smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I mean I was just stunned to know... Like... you know my surname" she explained.
"Oh, it's fine..." Tracy looked around the kitchen while Dami stared at her like an eagle, she did a slow scan at her. "Mr Adesina..." She called.
Dami looked up at her, "Yes?" She inhaled quietly.
"Is there something you would like me to prepare?" She asked, Dami hadn't even thought about that, she and Mark and the rest had decided to meet at noon.
"Uhhh... I don't... I don't think that's necessary" She stuttered.
"Okay... I would just finish the dishes... Would like me to clean the master bedroom?" She asked, Dami suddenly felt bad, she was polite and nice. Her mouth twitched as she thought.
"Umm... That's not necessary, I already made it" she replied.
"Alright ma... I would continue with the dishes" she says, Dami nodded, heading back to the room.
She closed the door behind her, and suddenly her phone began to ring, she reached to it, Anita was calling, Dami sighed.
"Hello?" Dami picked.
"So you couldn't even call me for a day?"
"What do you mean? Weren't we texting?" Dami rolled her eyes, laying in the bed.
"Right? That's texting... Anyways get to the studio!"
"Why?" Dami urged, today was Saturday there was no way she would leave this peaceful house.
"Karl's beauty... Sent a proposal" She says, Dami frowned.
"So?" Her voice rang sarcastically.
"What do you mean so? They are sending an official to our studio!" Anita yelled, Dami sighed continuously.
"Be here in ten minutes!" Anita says, rasing her voice over the phone.
"You can't just..." Anita hung up, Dami gawked at her phone "you can't just bring work an just like that!!" She screamed at her phone.
"Mr Adesina?" Tracy knocked the at door, Dami looked at the door, pouting... She wished she could cry but she had to reply. "Is something wrong, Mr Adesina?" She asked.
"Oh, yes... I'm fine" she sighed heavily, Dami dropped her phone and headed to the closet.
"Alright," she says, Dami looked at her clothes, they looked so old to her, she seemed to have worn everything repeatedly more than thirty or, from what she remembered the last time she went shopping was eight months ago.
"I better get new clothes... I can't imagine I haven't even gotten a clothing brand sign me up" she proceeded to change.
Dami stepped out of the room, she searched the desk beside the door for her keys, but there were nowhere to be found.
"Miss Tracy?" She called but there was no response. She looked around the house hoping to see it but she couldn't.
"Oh, Mr Adesina..." John, stepped out of the kitchen, he held an ice cream in hands.
"Oh, John..." A small smile tugged her lips, and vanished.
"Are you going somewhere?" He asked, lowering his hands like he intended to hide the ice cream already seen.
"Oh, yes... I have work" she swallowed, the smell of the ice was getting to her. If only she knew Jason leaves such in his refrigerator, she would have had that.
"Okay, I would get the key... I'm sorry I should have asked you, I assumed today was Saturday"
"The key... I can't find it" she blinked, John smiled awkwardly bringing it out if his pocket
"That's my car key" she emphasized.
"Mr Lee had me keep them." John says.
"Why?" She asked.
"I am going to be driving you, till he gets back" Dami raised an eyebrow at him and chucked.
"Oh, really?" She intoned.
"This way, Mr Adesina" he says
"Oh, just call me Dami, please" she says, She had her surname almost twenty times, and was getting fed up.
"I'm sorry... I work for Mr Lee" he says, Dami stared confused with a blank expression.
"What does that have to do with me?" She blinked severally.
"Mr Lee... Mr Adesina" John says, "it's the way Mr Lee likes to addressed and you're his..." Dami nodded,
"I understand... But I think I would take myself to work" she stretched her hands asking for the key.
"I... Would get fired... Please" he says, Dami sighed. Why did she pity him, staying closer to them, she realized John wasn't harsh or might have not hated her, neither Tracy.
"Oh, Mr Adesina are you leaving?" Tracy asked, stepping out of a room...
"Oh I am going to work" she says, Tracy nodded
"Do you want me to prepare anything for you maybe after work?"
"No, thanks Tracy I would be eating out" she explained.
"Alright ma." She smiled, Dami watched her walk into the kitchen.
"This way" John directed her.
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