Fated to You

Chapter 8: It's hard out there!

Freen reaches the last floor and scurries out of the building furiously. With her hair disheveled from the unplanned quarrel between her and Becky, she looks like a madwoman with her quick and scurried steps upon the gray marble floor. Everyone looks at the scruffy woman stomping out of the building and almost knocking someone down in the way. She mumbles inaudible, incoherent slurs that even she couldn’t comprehend. She pushes the revolving door violently and walks out to instantly bump into someone. They both fall on the ground. Freen quickly gets up first while the other passerby struggles to.

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?” she scowls at the passerby who slowly gets up and faces her. She rolls her eyes, “Just what I was missing.”

Sam grins, “Hello Freen! Nice to see you again too!”

“Listen, I’m seriously not in the mood today OK. So, I’ll be going now.” Freen starts walking pass Sam but she stops her on her tracks and grabs her arm.

“Come on, you can’t bump into me today after all of the praying that I had to do to hopefully meet you again.” Sam pleads, “And I am glad that God answered my prayers.”

Freen says nothing.

Sam pulls her in to face her, “What got you all pouty? Look at me.” she cups Freen’s chin upward to her, “I can’t stand seeing you like this. Smile for me. Ay dimelo mamicita!”

“You speak Spanish?” Freen caught the foreign tongue.

“Half-Spanish from my father’s side.” She tells Freen and frankly, she feels the need to tell Freen everything that there is to know about her. She’d say about anything for her. “Do you want to accompany me for coffee?” Sam offers

“In the mood that I am in, I’m no one’s good company right now.” Freen gently turns her down.

“I don’t care. As long as you are with me, whatever the mood, I’m content with just you being next to me.” Sam admits that all she’s done was think about Freen the entire time that she’s been back from her seminar trip from Paris. She just can’t stop thinking about her.

All Freen wanted to do was run to Heng’s apartment, pack her bags up and takes the first plane out to France. Being back in Dallas was a mistake. “I’m sorry but I’m really not in the mood.”

Sam is not giving up easily, “Come on Freen, get to know me and let me get to know you. Let’s just chat a little and afterward we at least exchange contact information.”

Freen thinks for a minute, even though it would probably change her mood but she really just wants to go back to the apartment and cries herself to sleep. How come she didn’t know about Becky being a Chairwoman? Of course, six years ago, graduation party, mother-in-law’s announcement, and the same day with the same night that she found her in bed with that woman. She should have known or at least have, an intuition. If she did, she wouldn’t have ever accepted to leave Paris and come back here in Texas. She would have never met Becky again and weakened herself down to the bone. When Becky held her, she instantly melted; her knees weakened and her legs gave out. She thanked God that Becky was holding her but she still couldn’t keep her body from going through a spasm. “Look, I’m really not in the mood. I’m just going to go.” Freen walks away from a disappointed Sam. That’s probably like what, the second rejection.

Sam watches her walk away, “Keep trying Sam. Eventually, she’ll look at you.” She then gets on her way to fetch her partner’s coffees.

Freen walks about the streets mindlessly until she finds a nearby bench and sits down. Becky is her new boss. Or, Becky was her new boss. Why didn’t she just put two and two together? Of course! Becky’s family is billionaire now and one of the most powerful on earth. But, it’s not like they’re the only Conglomerate Company around. It could have been just anybody.