The first thing she thought when Mr.Jensen gave his condition was, "He has a son?Since when?".
This was the first time she heard the mention of a son. How strange!
The above mentioned son had contacted Jensen after about a year. He said he was in the West Indies. Exactly why Jensen thought he was in Australia or New Zealand. His son never told him the truth. He had tried hiring a private investigator but the plan backfired when the poor guy was led on a wild goose chase across Panama. His son after all was a prodigy, too intelligent to be found. He had shown great promise right from childhood. He wouldn't have thought it, what with his mother being more or less a whore. The boy had obviously gotten his genes. He had studied Bachelor and Masters of Law from Harvard and then joined his firm. He was proud of him. Up until one fine day he didn't show up to work. He was in Africa he wrote a few days later. It was his plan all along. Save enough money to make his way round the world. Jensen had thought then "What a waste of intellect!" He never understood his son. Never.
Nonetheless he was always concerned about him. Not knowing where he was kept him on edge. Every second he expected to get a call saying his son had got Ebola or something. He liked to be in control. And his son made it very difficult. This was his way of exercising some much needed control on his son's life. He knew his son loved culture and he wouldn't miss up on the opportunity to go attend some stupid native festival in some godforsaken country. He hoped Maina would be a good influence on him. He could spare Maina for a few days. Especially when he knew she could help his son.
Maina recovered from shock about the same time Mr. Jensen said ,"Right so... then it's settled. You will be leaving for India with my son in the next month. I'll arrange for the tickets." He picked up the phone to talk to his secretary.
He didn't even consider the possibility that Maina might not want someone to go with her. Her family wasn't conservative but they wouldn't entertain the idea of a stranger, a foreigner no less, at their home. How would she explain herself?
"Is there a problem Maina? " Mr. Jensen asked with an arched eyebrom.
"No sir. None at all."
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Ficción GeneralMaina is the typical ambitious career-focused girl. She hasn't been home in three years. Running after success in the cold and ruthless corporate world somewhere she has lost herself. She yearns to return home yet her boss refuses to give leave. Eve...
