Black Coffee (Tara's Dream)|Dearest Diary, - Book 1 (unedited)

Chapter Three.

Dearest Diary,

We are now in December and I can practically smell Christmas around the corner. Troy and Mum left yesterday, but Shea is still sticking around.

Why? I have no idea. However I think Grace and the rest of my cousins have a great deal to do with it. That and I think that she wants to stay around and make sure that no one hits on me and succeeds.

What? Of course not. She doesn't know about Troy and I and I am not planning to tell her any time soon. Yea. It's going to be crazy. It's safe to say that this is going to be the most interesting month yet.

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“Hey siz...”

“Shea.” I respond skimming through some work related documents.

“Can I borrow your laptop for a moment.”

“Why can't you use your phone?”

“Homework.” Shea deadpans, giving me a pointed look.

“Oh okay.” I mumble handing her my silver laptop. Since I also have the desktop I know I will not miss it, but still something tags on my mind.

Shea takes the laptop from my hands and mumbles a soft thank you and in that moment, my eyes are drawn to her face and her lips, twitching with a suppressed smile. It finally hits me.

“Shea wait!” Shea freezes mid step and turns back to face me. “I thought you just finished your year twelve?”

My siater gives me a cheeky smile and turns to dash out of the room, my laptop in her hands.

“Shea,” I bellow through the open door. “Shea! I swear if you break that laptop I am going to make you slave to pay for it.”

Giggling and stomping feet,  rushing up the stairway are the only answer I get. I know that she expects me to follow her, but I sit back in my office chair grinning widely to myself.

I return my attention back to my work and continue scheming through pages and pages of tenders that my company has contracted me to go through. It takes me the next hour or so to scan through the sheaves of paper, photocopied for me by our CEO’s assistant, and to make small notes in my personal notebook. By lunch time I find that I am through and I compile my findings in an email sent to the P.A, with carbon copies to each of the company's board of directors.

Satisfied with what I have accomplished, I log off my desktop computer and start for my room in order to get ready for my meeting with Linda and Dr. Mwangaza.

“What exactly do you do?”
Shea’s voice startles me as I walk into my room, buried deep in the cocoon that is my thoughts.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, staring at the eighteen year old sitting on my bed sorrounded by my white and beige covers.

“Hiding.” she replies snarkily and I raise an eyebrow at her.

“In my room?”

“Admit it. It’s the last place you would have thought to check.”

“Sorry to disapoint you, but I am not in the habit of playing hide and seek.”

She shruggs her shoulders at me and I turn away from her heading towards my closet. I remove a pink, red and gold Ankara dress from its hanger and throw it on the bed, before padding my way into my ensuite bathroom to take a shower.

“You didn’t answer me!” Shea shouts after me.

“I am a consultant.”

“At an editing firm?”