Fated Love

Chapter 10

(Sharon's pov)

I got up at 8 o'clock in the evening. I rushed to the washroom and after brushing my teeth, I took a warm bath, I threw on Dean's black cotton T-shirt. I was in love with its soft texture. When I got back into the bedroom, he was still sound asleep. I decided to go make us something to eat but I first I had to call whoever it was that called earlier. I could not imagine that we spent the whole day doing god knows what? Maybe I should have gotten that as my job.

At the back of my mind I knew it was Tess who had called. I had talked to Caroline right before entering the Binter building - where I had my interview and was rejected on the spot. Though they were polite, the question they asked were completely irrelevant and unprofessional. Binter was a really good place that would have given my communications career a strong background, but it seemed that it was not meant to be. It had really shuttered my heart.

As I reached for my phone, I could already see all sorts of theories Tess had formulated for my not answering the phone that time. I swear I was not going to get the hang of it...

Going through my call logs, I noticed an unregistered number. "That's weird" I muttered to myself my eyebrows arched. I wanted to ignore it but Curiosity overwhelmed me. Praying that it was not Kelvin, I dialed call back and held it against my left hand ear. While waiting for someone to answer, I walked to the kitchen and collected my bra and Dean's shirt.

I was on my way back when it was finally accepted, "Jackstone assembly... how may I help you?" I heard a sharp confident voice from the other end of the line.

Why is Jackstone?

I didn't know much about Jackstone Assembly Company, but I knew they exported cars to all different parts of the world. I just didn't care enough to dig for more information because quite honestly, cars were never my thing. I did not have this obnoxious fascination some people had with cars- as long as I arrived wherever I wanted to go, I did not care much.

I had been quiet for a while because I didn't know what to say. How about your name?
"Well, my name is Sharon, Sharon Miller," I said sitting on the couch. "I got a missed call from this number at around 2 o'clock. So..."if only she knew why I did not answer her phone call six hours ago.

"Oh yes ma'am. The day time secretary left me your file just in case you called back. She asked me to tell you that you are hired for the chief executive communication officer."

Am I dreaming? Definitely. I removed the phone from my ears and pinched myself, It was real. Before they could change their mind I happily appreciated. "That is great news." but then I didn't apply for a job there. I knew I applied for a finance assistant at Motor, since it was the only position available, but not at Jackstone's. I could remember passing near the building and ignoring it-saying that assembling cars got nothing to do with communications.

Could it be Kelvin that was trying to pull my leg again? I pushed the thought at the back of my head. He didn't have my number. Plus, the last time I heard he was still in Kakamega, doing God-knows-what and probably sinking his dad's business into bankruptcy. Or he was  busy obsessing over some poor soul, and was constantly harassing her like he did me.That was why my life had been peaceful for almost a year now.
But if it wasn't Kelvin, it meant that Dean meddled.

I almost groaned when I heard her, "Miss Miller, you mat come and sign the contract tomorrow at nine in the morning. Your transportation will be arrange beforehand. Thank you. .." She said like a robot programmed to follow orders.

"Okay, thank you very much." I appreciated. Before she hang up. I stood up and rushed to the bedroom to give Dean the good news. Also, I intended to find out if it was his doing. Lately he had been too emotional about my "suffering". I mean, I counted myself lucky that he had not reminded me about going home with him, the following day.