Turning Table

Part 138

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🌹Nompumelelo 🌹

I looked at myself in the mirror one more time and rolled my eyes,
" denim dress...really Veli that is the only thing you decided to buy me, what am I 15 years?"
I clicked my tongue and walked out of the bedroom, I breathe out loud and made my way to the lounge where the loud voices were coming from, I stood there scanning the room and all I saw was, Mzamo and some guy a good looking guy, that got my eye fixed on him like a hawk,
He wasn’t a male model but he should have been. The neat haircut, and thick black hair he groomed so carefully that it had a rippling quality, a sign of his rude health. His only blemish was that he was beetle-browed and they sometimes knitted in frustration. But neither the less suited his facial expression

I bite my lower lip as I noticed The aquiline nose that sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. Mmmm Handsome is an understatement when it comes to him, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength. He possessed a latent, leonine power, and his deep voice commanded authority.

" Stop it"
I jumped as Veli said standing next to me
Me: what?"
Her: you drooling "
I turned to look at her and she had a raised eyebrow looking right back at me
Me: I'm not " I said trying to sound convincing, she chuckled rolling her eyes
Me: I'm not... "
Her: you my sister and I know that look, you don't fool me "
Me: who is he?"
Her: somebody else's Man " she said walking towards the guys

" ooh you're finally here come let's get this done and over with "
Mzamo said standing up and finally, I had a chance to lock eyes with the mystery man, His dark brown eyes were orb round and darted constantly, a-gleam with delight and the vigour of youth. They were soft, yet dark, and also a bit swam with mystery. I could not help but walk closer to him
" I said stop IT!" Veli said through her teeth
Urg why can't she just mind her own business
Me:Good Morning "
Only the mystery guy greeted back with a nod, while Mzamo typed on his phone and disregarded my presence

Me: uuum where is Mvelo"
Mzamo: he has to deal with family matters, I regret to inform you that I will handle all the legal proceedings of your case, "
Me: what?"
Mzamo: trust me I rather die than do this too, but Mvelo has a weakness in saving stray dogs so here I am wasting my precious time"
Me: excuse me! "
Mzamo: ooh my bad ain't you one?"
Veli: Mzamo please not now!"
He clicked his tongue and walked out,

Veli: Mpume I'm sorry about that...I will go talk to him, please help yourself with brunch "
She said walking towards Mzamo direction, I breath out loud and looked at the handsome guy before me, I tried not to act humiliated by Mzamo's action so I put on a brave smile and said
"Please come this way for brunch" distracted the guy from my shame, but I was a bit self-conscious since I hated that I'm limping and worst part wearing this hideous dress, how the fuck will he notice me, damn it!

" I would love to, but I have to be somewhere in an hour"
I stopped in my tracks and looked at him, I almost melted, His voice could be foghorn loud when he was booming out a guffaw but it was normally mellifluous making me slightly lose balance
Him: please sit down"
He pointed at a couch opposite him, not even looking at me, ok that was rude not what I expected at all

" I'm Thabani...the royal PR...Mvelo left a few pieces of documentation and information to pass to you "
he spoke as I set down still his eyes fixed on his tablet
Me: I'm Nompumelelo Dla...I mean Msimango"
Him: I know..." He said brushing me off, he was already placing a file in front of me 
" I'm only here as Mvelo representative,  and on the legal side of things Mzamo is your man "
I nodded to a man that did not pay any attention to me,
Him: your flight leaves this afternoon..."
Me: flight??"
Him: Mvelo organized accommodation for you and therapy, he left a letter to explain why, but promised to call you when you land... everything you need to know or are unsure of is on that file"
Me: hold up! wait a second what are you trying to say!? "
I snapped and he promptly looked at me
Him: "Ms. Msimango..."
Me; just call me Mpume, please! "
Him: ok..."
Me: am I on the run?"
Him: I believe you killed a man a notorious man from a high profile family, your fingerprints are all over the weapon you used to kill him, it's a matter of time before Oyama give out information about you to the Nigerians so you rather stay here and wait for that to happen, or face jail time or go to a safe house and allow Mzamo to make this shit go away? The choice is yours"
I looked down shame and guilt washed over me
Shit just became real so it's true I may really go to jail or be on the run for the rest of my life, damn it history is really repeating itself, I am my mother's daughter!