A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

7: Speech

Ana's POV

Navigating my car through the busy town roads I exhale in joy at the fruitful outcome of the NAFDAC meeting that just got concluded not up to an hour ago. Thankfully the 500ml paracetamol produced by 'Steph Cures' is officially approved and ready to market.

I vibe to the beat and rhymes of 'Faded' by Benjackson Troy playing through my phone's playlist which I connected to the car's equalizer, the long slit flower-patterned gown I'm donning not being a barrier for my dance moves.

The fact I'm driving at the same time doesn't also deter me as I'm presently in a jolly mood. I miss Glory's presence beside me as she is absent hence she had to go change at home because her flair trouser got torn by the sharp end of a malfunctioned metal railing.

I don't doubt she will be at the restaurant before me as a result of the short distance from her home to the said destination. Speaking of, I'm currently heading to the new Mr. Biggs fast food place that is being opened to the public today.

I was appointed by the soon-to-be manager to fashion an amazing and stomach grasping speech for the unveiling ceremony, which I spent an hour or two working on last night after I had devoured my dinner.

I edited it for the last time this morning and emailed it to him before I went to work. Why I am going there you may ask? Well, I'm heading there to be able to correct any last-minute errors before he goes on stage.

Reaching there, I steer into the almost filled parking lot and switch off the engine aside Glory's red Toyota Avalon. My blue glass heels are the first to touch the interlocked floor as I stretch my arm to the passenger seat and pluck my black bag that contains a lady's necessities and a black pen hanging off the side pocket.

I shut the door of the silver Lexus 350 after I alight, and smoothen the crinkles on my dress from sitting and make my way towards the entrance of the establishment where I see Glory conversing with who seems to be the doorman.

She excuses herself the instant she sights me and walks over, meeting me halfway.

"I still got here before you," she beams, looking stunning in high-waisted black jeans and a multicolored button-up blouse that makes her appear professional as she wears nude pointy heels and dark-rimmed glasses. Her plaits are also pulled back and rolled in an onion atop her head with her front strands laid down to frame her face.

"It seems you are having a good time. The doorman catch your fancy?" I question in a mocking tone.

"Shut up," she snorts, rolling her eyes. "I have a boyfriend."

"That doesn't stop some people," I shrug following her to meet the said doorman who pushes the glass for us to proceed inside.

"I am of a different species then," she smirks, sauntering ahead while I pause for a minute to take in my surroundings.

People seem to be in a plenty number but not much that it's crowded, some are sitting on the well designed plastic chairs of various hues around plain white tables. Bottles of water and bouquets are organized on the tables bringing a soft touch to the nude walls of the place.

I also notice a few others standing and talking or walking around on the tiled floor. The scent of flowers in the slightly chilly air, due to the numerous air conditioners mounted at various corners of the area.

"I found our table," Glory informs coming to join me and motioning to one at the VIP area.

"Must it be so close to the stage?" I groan, not feeling in the mood to be the center of attention.