The Reunion (Nigerian Themed novel)

🌹 7🌹

🌹Reconciliation🌹

Victor's Pov.

At the office.

As expected, a lot of mails came in. Eighty percent were resumes, with each applicant promising to work diligently and put the affairs of the company upfront.

I take my time accessing each mail with a focused mind ,while I sip my coffee.A knock came in, following a familiar voice. It was Mitchelle, the secretary.

"Sir, please may I come in?"

"Come in". I replied still focused on my work. She walked in, holding some files.

"Sir this are the files you requested for". She replied, placing the brown files to the table.

"Tell Kelvin to see me in twenty minutes". I instructed accessing the files.She hesitated staring to the floor.

"I said tell Kelvin to see me ".I repeated loosing my patience.

"Sir, Kelvin flew to Ghana this morning ".Came her reply, making me choke out, the coffee in my mouth.

"Which of the kelvin, are you talking about?. I questioned, waiting to hear her say, it was a some other Kelvin she had envisioned in her head.

" Yes the manager, he left this morning before your arrival to the office".She replied almost in a whisper.

"What for ? ". I questioned baffled.

"He didn't say anything,just left".Came her response.

In my State of confusion and wonder, i access the lady standing in front of me.The black printed skirt she wore was way too short and the long sleeve shirt too tight , exposing a mount full of her cleavage.

"Prepare the board members for a meeting in an hour. We will be selecting a new manager". I instructed drumming my fingers to the desk.

"Ok ,I will do just start". She replied making her way to leave, before my interruption.

"Am sure you wouldn't want to organize a board meeting, for your own replacement". I replied ,directing my pen to her skirt. She coughs, staring blankly at the ground.

"You have forty minutes left miss Mitchelle ".I add , returning to my system.She makes a creaking noise, running for the door.

"What sort of gods". I mutter, starring in empty space.

I was ready to put the company back in shape, and eliminate the likes of Kelvin, without giving it a second thought.

Kemi's Pov.

I had invited Desmond over for dinner, instead of our usual hang out spot as I had a lot attend too at home. I was in the kitchen shredding some beef, while Ronke was preparing some noodles for herself.

"Desmond will be coming over for dinner". I break the silence waiting to receive her response.

"Oh wow, that's nice". She replied still focused on the spices she was opening.

"Is that all?". I questioned feigning annoyance, "You just say wow that's nice". I quote making a face. She dropped the spices to the table staring back at me.

"Kemi should I say more, so you use my words against me". She questioned.

"Haba Ronke,". I replied, dropping the knife I held to the table. "Whatever happened few days ago wasn't intentional am so sorry". I apologized, moving to give her a hug.

Ronke was so dear to me. I disliked it when we had issues and missed her cheerful self the past few days.

"I just want the best for you". She replied in between sobs.

"I appreciate you dearly, am sorry". I affirmed soothing her.

"Hey don't act like the senior sister here'. She replied, pinching me hard. Laughing I retaliate , making her laugh too.

"So guess who sent me a dm, asking I make provision for small chops for his birthday dinner, this week Saturday". I questioned making her recreate a funny thinking meme.

"Is it Jesus or john the Baptist.? Came her reply making me laugh so hard.

"Well, let me burst your bubbles, Victor Adetunde" my reunion client". I replied giving her a naughty wink.

Her mouth fell open, and eyes widened in shock, grinning she replied.

"This the best news have heard today".

"You can say that again". I teased.

"So what are you making for our guest?''. She questioned , deviating from our conversation .

"Making spaghetti Bolognese , little mac and cheese then fish fillets ".I replied.

"My mouth is watering already". She replied joining me to cook. My phone beeped and i received a text from Desmond saying he was stuck in traffic and maybe late for dinner.

"Speak of the devil".