Tapestry Of Lives: A Multifaceted Journey

Chapter Forty

Bummi's POV.

Okay, I know I messed up. I really did something wrong, but does that warrant disappearing from someone's life for two weeks straight? It just makes me dwell on the guilt from that night.

I want to apologize, but how can I when I can't reach him or even text him? Remember, I changed my phone, and that phone fell into the bathtub during a video call with Mom. Ugh!

The background of her location didn't look like my hometown, Ado Ekiti. I couldn't ask her about it because my phone was gone. I've been trying to contact him for weeks. Without a device, I asked Max and Simon for help since he's their boss.

Even if I could call him, he might recognize my voice and refuse to talk. I'm not trying to stalk him; I just want to make things right. But every time I ask Max and Simon about him, they say he's too busy.

Busy from morning till midnight? I find that hard to believe. Maybe he told them not to let me through. From what I've learned about him, he might genuinely be upset with me.

I can't live with this guilt any longer. I even lost my temper with Max, claiming to be his boss's wife without thinking it through. I was just so frustrated.

I've spent countless sleepless nights trying to apologize. I didn't realize making him mad would lead to this. Now, I'm struggling while he's busy in London.

I tried to learn about his likes and dislikes through Max, but he doesn't know much. Simon and Max claim they've worked for him for over twenty-five years and still don't know much. I suspect they're hiding something.

I'm at my desk, tapping my fingers, lost in thought. A notification from Lola brings me back. Her message reads, "Why did you shut yourself in your office and miss lunch, B?" and goes on about the gala I missed.

I skipped the gala on purpose. How could I go when I'm dealing with this? I told Lola I was sick, which was partly true because I've been overwhelmed by Damian's silence.

Colleagues said the gala was a hit, with lots of celebrities. But right now, I'm not interested. Even if I'd gone, my heart wouldn't have been in it.

I know Lola must be worried about my absence. I lean back in my chair, exhausted, thinking about Damian, Mom, and my brother Nifemi.

Mom is hiding something. The background of her video call didn't match my hometown, and she said Nifemi wasn't home from school, but something feels off. Why was it getting dark here while it was still as bright as noon where she was?

My head is spinning from overthinking. I check my watch and see it's time to leave. Tomorrow is my day off, but I hope I don't get an early call to work because I need rest.

I grab my things and head home. On the way, I wanted to stop by and get some stuff but then, I remember I forgot my credit card. Simon drives us back quickly. When I got to the mansion, a staff member named Sofia offers to take my handbag, but I insist I can handle it. "It's okay, ma. I can take care of my stuff." I smiled.

Sofia corrects me, asking not to call her 'Ma' but by her name. I agree and hand over my handbag. She whispers that Damian is back and in his study with his father.

My heart races. Finally, a chance to apologize. I head to the study but saw a guard at the door. Not wanting to interrupt, I wait outside.

From what I can hear, their conversation is casual and friendly. They're laughing and talking inside. I could only imagine Damian's happy face right now. I've never thought of an arrogant guy like him as bubbly and lively.

I don't want to disturb them, so I return to my room and sat on the edge of the bed. Something clicked in my head, and I jumped up. I rummaged through the small white drawer beside the bed, searching for my credit card. I needed to buy something before he showed up.

I found the card tucked inside a document and dashed out without putting the document back. Both the drawer and the document were left open.

I quickly returned with a wooden basket containing a basketball and a small white teacup Pomeranian. The butler had informed me that he was still upstairs with his father.

Relieved he hadn't left again, I took a cold shower and changed into a simple outfit. While combing my hair in front of the mirror, I noticed the open drawer and the document on the bed. I must have forgotten to close it before leaving.

I hoped no one had seen it. The document contained my brother's biography, something no one, not even Damian, was supposed to see.

Fortunately, I have the key to the drawer. I quickly dropped the comb and put everything back in place.

I went downstairs for dinner, as I like to eat early, but Sofia informed me the food wasn't ready. I returned to my room and fell asleep on the king-size bed.

When I woke up the next morning, I was in a panic. I rushed downstairs, searching for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I checked the study and the whole upstairs, but there was no sign of him.

I hurried downstairs again and ran into Sofia, who delivered the crushing news: "He left last night and won't be back for a while."

Where could he be now? Damian, please come back. I miss you, even though we argue and fight. I feel better when you're around.