ME AND MY DANCE

CHAPTER 21

Chapter 21: - You Are Special.

"So, Miss Hall, where should we start from?"

Damilola stared at James in silence.

What did he expect her to say?

"Wherever you want to sir, but firstly, I'd like to apologise for all that happened that day, I have no excuse for my act."

"You sure do have an excuse, Miss Hall." He said.

"You were drunk; I can't hold a drunk person down for what she did when she was drunk." He continued.

James went on to say, "But there was one thing I was curious about. Is everything fine with you? Are you going through any challenges at all? When I saw you cry, my heart ached for some reason. It felt like you were going through a lot." Damilola gave him a look. He seemed so sincere, the air that filled him was that of pity. That's weird.

On hearing that, Damilola burst into a nervous laughter. "Sir, those were just the words and tears of a drunk person, it isn't something to be taken seriously. I am not going through any challenges; in fact, my life has gotten ten folds better. I got to meet you in person, in just six months. Here I am
in your office talking to you. I also got to work for Richard of all people and even spent some time with him." Her face changed at the thought of Richard, it's been three days, since she last saw or heard from him, but it felt like a year. "Isn't that a blessing instead of a challenge? I am completely fine sir, no need to be worried." Damilola continued.

"That's good to know, Miss Hall, feel free to come talk to me, if you need anything or you need someone to talk to."

"I will keep that in mind, sir, thanks a lot for your concern, Damilola said, as she stood up to leave."

"I have a question to ask you sir,"

"Okay?"

"Do you ask this questions also from all your employees. Are you always this worried about them too?"

James, whose eyes were on her moved his gaze away from her. The expression on his face was one
Damilola couldn't quite figure out.

"I am so sorry sir for asking such a question," Damilola said, after seeing his look.

She looked at him for a while, then headed towards the door.

"You are special." James said, just when she was about to walk out the door.

Damilola halted her step when she heard that.

What did he mean by what he said?
He couldn't have fallen for her in just that short span of time, right? This was only their third time meeting.

Damilola said goodbye and decided to leave after a while.

She was special? What the heck did that mean?

Her head was filled with a lot of thoughts as she made her way to the first floor where Clara was waiting for her.

As they drove on, Damilola brought up the topic that was bothering her,

"What does it mean when a
guy tells you 'you are special'?"
"Did someone tell you that?"

"Yeah."

"Who?"

"James"

"Right. James." Clara said as she kept on driving.

Few minutes later, she widened her eyes, "wait a minute, James, like James McReynolds, the owner
of the hotel?"

"Yeah."

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"I am not"

"Why on Earth would he say that to you? When did he say that?"

"Earlier at the hotel."

"What led to that being said."

"Well, he called me to his office to check up on me and he was showing me some odd affection, out of curiosity, I asked why, then he dropped the bombshell"

"Wow! That's a huge one to drop" Clara said in thoughts.

"You really are not kidding, right?" she asked Damilola.

"Of course not, why would I kid you?"

"This isn't right."

"Why isn't it?"

"Alex, with your experience with men, I shouldn't be telling you that what he said was a confession."

Damilola burst into laughter. "A confession of what?"

"Of love, of course."

"Of love?" Damilola said amidst laughter.

"Clara you of all people should know that that isn't possible. Just how on earth did you think of that possibility. It shouldn't have crossed your mind at all."

"Alex, that is exactly what is going on?"

"Come on, Clara. He is the owner of one of the largest hotels in US and I am just a receptionist, a mere receptionist. He could easily get an extremely beautiful high class girl, why on earth then would he fall in love with me?"

"I don't know why, but that's what it sounds like."

"Babe if James were to even fall for someone, who in his right senses will fall for a receptionist he met only three times, each of the moments they met weren't even long lasting ones."

"You've met him three times?"

"When was the second time?"
"About two days ago."

"Two days ago? Tell me the details of what happened two days ago."

The question, Clara asked her, suddenly reminded her of what happened that day. Could he have
fallen for her after that day?

"Alex, I am still waiting for the details.�"

Damilola narrated all that happened that day to Clara, excluding, the crying part.

At the end of the narration, Clara's mouth was left agape. "What the.... You did all that?"

"Yeah, sadly, I did."

"Wow!" Clara said, then became silent after.

"What he said, sounded like a confession to me though."

"Nah, it's just some impossible thing to happen."

"Then what did he mean by what he said?"

"I don't know, but be rest assured I would find out".

"Alright."

The rest of the journey was quiet and immediately Clara got down from the car, Damilola got into the driver's seat and drove home. Completely forgetting she was meant to meet with Dave at the studio.

On getting home, about to walk into her house, she received a call from someone.

"Hey! Alex, can we meet up?"

Damilola was quiet for a while.
"When and where?"

"Tomorrow night, by 8pm, at the usual place."

"Okay, see you there".

Hours after getting inside her house, she received a message from Dave.