Submitting To Love

CHAPTER 1

"Ok now students that's the end of today's lecture be sure to be here on time tomorrow"our lecturer, Mr Dywane said .
There was a whole lot of mumbling among my course mates as I heard one of them saying it's about time, adding it with an eye roll.

Well, I don't have much time as I have to arive home by 8 O'clock latest.

After exchanging good bye with my friends, I dashed out of the school building.

Oh Lord! I mentally spanked myself as I remembered my plan to go to the Mall today but thanks to Me Dywane and his boring lectures.

The bustle of the students made it difficult for me to go to my favorite mall which was across the school due to over crowding.
So glancing my wrist watch, I went in search for another one. Then I saw mini building with a withered paint and a big sign saying The Alfredo's with the 're' missing.

Well, babe's gotta do what babe's gotta do. I mumbled while entering the store

*****

"This year statistics on Bacardi group of companies really speaks volumes and according to my economist, there would really be a great chance we would get double our shares by the end of the year if we invest in them"

"Hmmm"

" So you mean you called me all the way from Rome to discuss this? Ever heard of mobile communication?"

" Things are better off spoken in person. If you want to increase your assect by the end of the year, I would rather you do this"

" Hmm"

" Am very sure if your economist told you of the Bacardi's he would also have told you of their fraudulent acts"

Scattered around a table of three were business imprint and what looked like a supposed family dinner turned out to a heated business discussion between both makes at the table.

"Mum you have been saying nothing at least talk to Dad"

" Listen son, your mother totally agrees with me so I ..." He was interrupted with a loud bang on the table which sent papers flying.

" I don't care whatever bullshit you have planned, my stance still remains. I. Will. Not. Be. Involved."

" Whatever, call us when you change your mind" the older man said unamused.

That man needs to suck a dick
But he's your dad. My subconscious argued.
I don't care.

Can you imagine I was called all the way from Rome in pretex of a family dinner.
Even my parents know I hate Bacardi with passion.

"Get the plane ready" I said to my pilot over the phone as I ran down a flight of stairs.

I need to get home early, my presentation is long overdue.

*****

Can you believe this, such a big price for a little thing? I told my self after examining the price of a tomato paste.
After youet seemed like an endless wandering, I decided to buy the few things I needed.

Like this is not a celebrity store, then why are things expensive? I thought while waiting in line at the cashier check

"Bellezza your turn" a reded woman who seemed to be in her fifties said to me.

"Oh sorry I must have probably zonned off"

" Not good for your age, try keeping your head front" she said to me while checking my goods in a beeping computer.