The Cupcake And The Stethoscope. (BWWM)

Chap. 19 |Revelations|

                      .JUNE.

June was a month that brought forth winter in Zimbabwe. Gone was the scorching heat of the African sun.

Gone were the shorts, skirts and dresses. Winter coats, scarves, gloves and fur boots came out of the closet.

Cafes and coffee shops were filled with people, businesses were sky rocketing for the owners of these small enterprises.

This made Zara determined to get the building she wanted for her own Cafe. Her dream.

The Dream.

A dream that she had forgotten ever since Valentine had waltzed right  into her usually sensible head and taken residence in her thoughts.

But no more, she'd cast aside whatever feelings she had and hoped that with time she would move on.

She couldn't ruin the Kingsman family image like that. She'd come to care for them, not fraternise with one of her higher-ups.

Zara stood in front of the building she was slowly but surely paying for. Looking at it now, all her hard work was paying off. She loved the intricate glass facade, she smiled at her reflection as she gazed at her building lovingly.

Her determination increased tenfold. She smiled one last time before she started her way to the bus-stop to get a ride back to the mansion.

Her lunch break was almost up, and boy did Mrs MacLean hate tardiness. She was always irritated that woman. The only person who could calm her down or brighten her day was good old Mr MacLean.

Unfortunately for the whole household, the old man was still missing.

Speaking of the old coot, Zara was surprised to see him walking at the city centre. Sbe stopped in her tracks when she saw him dressed in a black coat, looking extremely ill.

Her first thought was to run to the  mansion and tell Mrs MacLean, but of course the power of curiosity won in the end.

Before she could think twice, her feet took control and slowly started following the man.

Every time Mr MacLean would look around, Zara would quickly shift her gaze to her shoes. Her mind was reeling with thoughts. She had so many questions.

Where had he been?

Where was he off too?

Why did he look ill?

Mr MacLean made a direct  beeline to a quaint looking restaurant. Zara was feeling scared now, curious as well.

She got into the restaurant herself and found Mr MacLean greeting a man. They nodded at each other and Mr MacLean made his way to another door that seemed to lead to the back of the restaurant.

Zara knew that this was crazy. She was black and yet she was running towards danger----if movies had taught her anything, it was that black people always died first.

A waitress came and asked for her order. Zara ordered a Pepsi and tried not to act suspicious, even though that was getting harder and harder by the second, especially considering the fact that five men dressed in black walked into the restaurant and made their way behind the building!

Zara sipped on her Pepsi as she thought about the way forward. It was either she went back to work or followed the men.

She preferred the latter.

Zara slowly stood up from her chair and signalled the waitress over.

"Can I help you?" She asked, a look of irritation plastered on her scaly looking face.