Careless Whispers

17

Harrison did not mind putting on a black round neck vest over a blue jean casually as his wears for work. He couldn't sleep well through the night because his mind kept wandering font and back between various events that held Mide and Obi at the center. He felt so relieved when Nick didn't bother him, he was busy doing some stuff on his laptop in his room and Harrison, as a big brother felt out of it to ask what he was engrossed with.

It hit him hard when she told him he was the father of the baby....the baby she lost. That added more salt to his already opening wound. He didn't want to believe her but her eyes held a glint of sadness that couldn't make him turn away and right now he was bent on knowing the truth. He didn't bother to text Mide back about where to meet him, he was Harrison Adeleke for one thing, he do not bend to the command of others.

Mide must come to him first or nothing.

Why did Obi stop loving him and love his friend instead?

He blinked momentarily as he pulled into the company's garage to pack his car. It sounded bad but Obi can't marry the traitor. Never! not after all the stunts he pulled on the social media that he knew every news headline must be carrying now and better still, he already switched off his phones after texting his Parents that everything was under control. Only him and Michel knew that was a lie.

 
Michel had sized up his choice of wears when he entered the suite living room.

"sir? You have a charity to attend today."

"Call and cancel it." he replied curtly.

"Ahem....the staff might think you are outrageous because of this news"

"Is it that obvious? Or do you believe them?"

"No sir. But your sister has been calling my line since..."

"Tell her I am not available".

" But sir, your cloth..."

"Michel! One, I just resumed not even up to two weeks and you don't think someone is trying to bring me down? Two, suddenly my sister's kidnapped case got back to the media that I did it? three, it is all over the news my educational background, qualifications, assumed relationships and how brutal am I became the hottest gist overnight and lastly, how did they get hands on my private pictures?!" He paused, folding his hands into a fist.

"But I am not moved an inch...everyone keep working and the money keeps coming. This news shall end before noon."

"Don't you want me to help sir?"

Michel asked, uncertain that he would agree. "You know how competent I am."

"Just get everything done here, especially the furnitures and take Nick along with you. Don't allow him shop for unnecessary things."

"I trust you will be okay sir?"

"Yes, I will." He replied stubbornly and indirectly stopping every of the young man's attempt to help.

Still, he was not feeling alright.

Patience...lots of self-control over a period of time helped develop some immunity and learned how to mask his feelings, so when he entered the big reception, everyone walking around aimlessly scrambled off to their posts when they saw his thunderous cold look. He didn't mind at all, he just rode up in the lift to the last floor. One hand in his pocket and the other one gripping his briefcase.

Kike smiled at him as he walked past her desk. "Good morning sir."

He stopped walking like he was a robot making the breath in her lungs skip a beat. He turned around to face her slowly, he looked very intimidating.