A Year In Paris

AYIP- TWO

"A perfection of means, and confusion of aims, seems to be our main problem."

-Albert Einstein

C H A P T E R T W O

Paris, France.
Monday, 11th October 2021.

He pulled out his phone and made the call, sashaying to the other side of the office. His left hand was gently placed inside his pocket, as he gazed down at the window side, staring at the busy roads of Paris. The view is small yet very peaceful to look at.

The call was unreachable, with a small sigh he took the phone away from his ear and went to sit on his chair. He started going through some files only to be interrupted by his secretary, Angelina.

She walked in swiftly and stood in front of his desk. "Sir, the investors are here to see you."

"Why?" enquired Hammad, the CEO of Blues Constructions Ltd, lifting his jaded face from the pile of files which took up almost every available millimeter of his giant, mahogany, super executive desk.

"Today is their appointment with you, sir."

"Today."He exclaimed, smiting the file he had been studying with his right hand. "Reschedule it for next week Thursday."

"But they're already here, sir."

"I've to visit my mother so please do as I say."Angelina nodded briefly and left to deliver the message sent by her boss. When she started work with Hammad she badly wanted to resign because of his cold attitude, but gradually she was able to understand him better not completely tho, as she still isn't aware of what made him so cold-hearted.

No one in the company is aware of it.

Hammad shut the file with a loud hiss and took a glance at his wristwatch. He stood up and wore his blue-black blazer on. Picked up his phone and left.

Being the boss isn't easy, it's taking a toll on him. But no matter how hard his uncle tries to make him give up he won't, at least for his mother's sake, he'll keep on working, only for her.

"Afternoon, sir."His driver, Henry greeted with a salute and opened the back door for Hammad. He gave a brief nod and entered.

"We are going to my uncle's, not my apartment."Henry nodded and hit the road immediately. He noticed that Hammad is not in the mood to mess with him.

Hammad brought out his phone to try his mother's number for the umpteenth time today but was still unreachable, he wonders why. He hopes that his uncle didn't do anything to his mother, because he won't spare him if that happens.

If his mother hadn't been by his side his whole life he wouldn't have been able to reach the height he is now. He is a successful architect because of his mother's blessings and prayers. She is the only one he has. Someone he can call his blood.

He has an uncle, but to him he is nonexistent.

He isn't even worthy to be called an uncle, a selfish and wicked man like him can never change.

That's why he'll try his best to get back everything and move with his mother to Nigeria.

To say that he isn't tired of fighting is a lie.