OMARI

12. OMARI

"Welcome back, Saidi Junior," Omari looked up to see his father in the doorway.
"I'm actually just here to get the paperwork you wanted done and I'll be out of your hair for the rest of the day," Omari stated, looking through a manila file.

"You don't want to work from here? The office is no good for you?" Mr Saidi Snr. walked up to the table where Omari stood.
"Yeah, I have some deals to close by noon. I want to get a head start," he slammed the file shut and walked past his dad with a quick pat on the shoulder.

"Saidi," his father crossed his arms.
"Fine. I'll stay here to work on the consignments and then head to my other business later. But I still work with Russells you know," Omari turned around.
"Come on, I'm sure they can understand your absence. I will have a talk with them if they get mad," his father grinned.

Omari spent all morning working and making calls, closing deals and getting his father's request done- all from his 'office'.
He frequently went out to oversee manufacturing onsite, greeting the workmen and foreman in the process, going over production volumes and anything he obviously missed since he was away.

By noontime, he was getting ready to head out the premises when he noticed his father out front speaking with a few men. He waited for his father to wrap up with them, scrolling through his phone to pass time.

"Oi!" He looked up, his father handing him a bunch of papers, "More consignments."

Omari sighed, watching his father walk off to attend to his own business.
Turning back to the men his father was speaking with, he noticed them enter an old branded van written 'Ash Maso Ltd.'

"Ash Maso..." he said to himself, and then walked over to enter his car.

His drive was long and quiet. Though he was alert on the road, his mind was running a mile a minute still thinking about Saturday's date.

After Yandi's confession, she wanted to leave. Their dinner was cut short and he took her home. On Sunday he had tried calling her but she didn't answer, so he stopped calling. He figured after what she had said she needed some time to recollect herself, which was okay.

Whether she'd get back to him or not, that was up to her. Until then, he'd focus on his work at Russells.

Russells was one of the biggest investment companies not just in Hoover city but also internationally. Omari didn't just bag the job because he was a 'rich kid', he was naturally good with finances and attained first class in his finance program. Russells was where he initially worked as an intern, and seeing that he quickly adapted to the work environment and his performance well above par, the company employed him immediately after he completed his undergrad.

Besides all this, Russells had the best benefits. He could work from home, he could travel and he got bonuses. Which his father loved because it meant Omari could also spare some time working for him.

He stopped at a red light and looked beyond the windscreen where one of many tall buildings stood; Minchin Brown.

Omari let out a breath, it seemed impossible to not think about Yandi. He figured it was best to do what he always resorted to; escapism.

"Malik," he spoke into his phone.
"Yessirr!" He could hear through the phone that he was at some place chaotic, a party.
"Dude it's freaking Monday, where are you?"
"Party don't stop til the fat lady sings man! I'm in the Cape!" Malik said loudly.
"Wow. Listen, I have some business to work on out of town, so depending on how it goes you plug me on some good location to blow off some steam," Omari explained, driving into an underground parking lot.