Love From A Diary

Name: Everly Clinton, Age: 20: Height:.......... "Why am I even filling this information when it's my personal diary, smiles you'll always be with me anyways" with a heart shape. Those were the first few lines Wesley read from a diary he found in his travel bag. He kept wondering how it got to his bag, it's been a week since he arrived at Port Harcourt, and as it was his norm, his travel luggage was still unpacked. Having removed everything from his luggage, he came across a diary in the smallest side of his bag which he keeps unused. 'It's funny how I get to check this side of my bag even when I know I have nothing in it' those were his words when he felt the presence of what seemed like a notepad in his bag. Astonished, he thought again for a while before coming to a conclusion, that it must have been a mistake. It etched in his memory that the cabin of the plane he boarded had a similar luggage next to his, it should belong to the person who sat beside or behind him. Racking his brain further, he tried to recall the image of the person but sadly, he did not take note. In fact he had his headset on playing his favorite jazz music. 'Santorini by Yanni' all through his trip from Abuja. He barely even looked around or opened his eyes until he heard the loud announcement of their arrival. It'll be hard to know who owns it. Then a thought crossed his mind, every note pad should have a space for name or contact, but obviously, there was no contact written except a name. What should I do with this? He thought. Flipping through the pages wondering if he should keep it or not. Without wasting much time, he tossed it aside. He had a date that night and had just an hour to make reservations, he forgot to call his assistant earlier to make arrangements for it. Picking up his mobile phone he placed a call across to Melvin his assistant and friend to help him make reservations. With a loud laugh, Melvin was trying to guess the name of the girl he'd be going out on a date with. There have always been different girls every weekend. Wesley has had to go on countless dates just to find a woman that appeals to his taste in women. But all the ones he's met have always been the opposite, the sort that hatched unto men with money with no brains or intelligence. He had hoped this time would be different because he was getting tired. Left for him alone he would give up, but being threatened to lose his inheritance as heir to his father's company, he tried hard to gain his father's favor. He wasn't the type who wanted his father's money to enjoy generational wealth, but knowing that he had covetous, despot uncles who wanted to lay their hands so bad on his father's wealth, he had to do something about it. Not only were they greedy but lacked sense and managerial skills. He could survive without the money but can't bear to see his father's hard earned legacy brought to ruin. Having dressed up casually as he often would when going on dates to mask his identity, he used his cologne that exudes elegance, the only thing that screamed wealth. He was so certain no one would know because it wasn't a common fragrance. It was one of Clive Christian's Imperial Majesty Perfume, a luxurious blend of tahitian vanilla, ylang-ylang and rose oil. He waited for the cab he ordered to take him to the venue Melvin texted some minutes ago.