His Mystery Gem

2 - Payments & Wrath😠

2 - Payments & Wrath😠

Michael Collins sat at his desk in Collins Jewels HQ, still fuming about the events that took place on the award ceremony night. His desk was piled high with work, and outside his glass door he could see the staff members of the HR department scurrying around trying to fix yet another mess. He had an abundance of work to get done, yet he couldn't concentrate on work because of that waitress. She was hunting him and had been ever since that event. What was her name again? He tried to remember what the other waitress called her when she brought over the broom and dustpan.

"Adunni!" he shrieked with glee. Hot on the heels of the memory of her name came the promise he made. "You will be getting a dry cleaning bill that's for sure."

If only she knew what to tux she destroyed cost him. Not just the money but the time wasted standing still while he was poked and prodded. Or what the tux symbolizes, a way to impress the guests, investors, board members and his doubting George of a father. To show them that he would be a good CEO if they just trusted him. All of that work was ruined by a splash of pan oil when he crashed into the insolent waitress. Yes, the designer had assured him that the stain would come out and he would see to the cleaning himself. Mike was still annoyed, he felt like that waitress had upped him and he had to get his pound of flesh. Yes, he would see her face to face and make her understand what her mistake had cost him.

He got up from his chair, grabbed his car keys, phone and wallet then he was out the door before he thought things over too much. He had made up his mind and that is what he would do. He whistled a tune and strolled to the reception area. He saw that the head of HR Genevieve Collins had her office open, she stood there scolding the members of the HR team. He shook his head, poor them they were experiencing the full strength of a Collins woman's wrath. Adunni the waitress was about to experience the wrath of a Collins man.

He resumed his whistling and smiled at Emerald, his very pregnant secretary. "Hold all my calls, reschedule any meetings I have today."

"But sir–" Emes called out, but he tuned her out as he strolled to the elevator. She waddled after him but he moved faster. He waved as the elevator door closed a maniacal smile on his face. Poor Emerald blanched, Mike smirked as the elevator ferried him away from her. He made a mental note to bribe his way back into her good graces with some of Chris' famous pastries.

He strolled to his car, swinging his keys, a big smile painted on his face and the whistle still on his lips. He almost broke into a dance, he was that excited. His staff members stared at him strangely, on any other day their reaction to his excitement would have made him concerned. Even made him wonder if his staff never saw him happy, if he wasn't a happy person. But not today. Today only one thought reigned supreme in his mind. Adunni the waitress was going to pay.

He drove out of the compound and joined the throng of cars that was Lagos traffic, but that still didn't kill his joy. His mind conjured up embarrassing scenarios he could subject Adunni to, as he remembered the day he was dragged out of the office and his busy schedule by his mother, Morenikeji Collins. She had promised him a delicious delicacy only to realize that he had been tricked.

Michael Collins stood very still on the round platform, he felt like a mouse caught in a trap by the promise of a good meal. Earlier this afternoon, his mother had invited him for lunch. She had promised to cook his favourite meal, pounded yam with beautifully garnished egusi soup. Her promise had lured him out of his office and straight to chaos town. When she told him to meet him at her designer shop, he should have suspected that something was afoot.

"Later she will be complaining that I don't pick up her calls," he muttered under his breath.

"Ehn?" Mrs. Morenikeji Collins, the topic of discussion, asked from the corner of the room where she stood consulting with the designer.