Rich, Famous and Partnerless

Footsteps

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"You are valued, you are a goddess and don't forget that."
Jennifer Lopez
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Metisha

I swear on my two fucked up eyes, I'm going to kill that girl called Wisdom today. Sometimes, I just wonder if her parents were sleeping when they chose a name for her. I mean, who bears a name like Wisdom without possessing a single brain cell anyway!

Or what else could make a human being wipe her makeup-stained tears on a dress, saying she mistook it for a handkerchief!

And not just any dress, a wedding dress! Due for collection in three days time!

"Miss Thompson, I am awfully sorry, I didn't mean any harm," Wisdom says, with a tone that makes me think she is singing rather than apologizing.

"Miss Wisdom," I say between clenched teeth, "if I have to hear that statement one more time today, hell will freeze over!"

"What can I do to get you to forgive me then?" she asks with a tone that says, Oh, I'm so bored which, by the way, just adds fuel to the fire of my anger.

I stand up and walk towards her, she timidly takes a few steps back. That's right, little devil, you should be scared!

"What I want you to do?" I ask, anger evident on my face. "What I want you to do?"

"Yes, Miss Thompson, what you want me to do," the idiot actually answers! For goodness sake, that was supposed to be a rhetorical question! This girl really has nothing upstairs.

Exasperated, I close my eyes, take three deep breaths before speaking again. "Get out."

"Am I forgiven?" If I have to go to jail for murder, this dumbfuck will be the reason. And since I love myself too much for that, I resort to the one way I know would get through to the numbnuts which is T for Threat.

Slowly, I sit back down and then look right into her eyes. "If I ever set my heterochromic eyes on you in this building or the premises, I will kill you, cut you up and then send your remnants to your parents in the village." The look on her face tells me I need not ask if she understands or not.

Call that over the top but with how stupid the girl is, that's the only way I can get her to leave and never come back.

As soon as I made sure unwise Wisdom is really gone, I go in to see how far the employees I assigned the task of making a particular wedding dress to have gone. I also check to ensure another devil hasn't decided to probably burn a material or even a dress this time around. You can never tell with them.

The only reason I haven't fired some of them is that they are good at what they do. Give any of them a material to sew today and voila, in the next twenty four hours, it's ready! God knows those employees of mine are human machines. Why won't they be, when even I, their boss am.

My friends, especially Margot, always tease me that I work so hard to the extent that my love life is basically N for Non-existent. I just laugh anytime she says this. Who cares about that when I'm as rich as fuck!

I know my two besties, Jules and Margot would never agree with me but love is simply overrated. I don't even think it exists. Cause if it did exist, neither would my friends be jumping from one relationship they couldn't get to work to another nor would my mother have abandoned five-year-old me just to run off with another man.

My dad's always jumping to Mom's defense though, saying it was his fault he had no money to take care of her.

Well, all that is history now because now I'm rich and I pay my papa's bills, take my friends shopping and buy myself all the fancy things I lacked when I was younger and more. In short, I enjoy life. But talk to me about love and relationship... Nah, it ain't for me, thanks a lot.

I finish checking on my employees and luckily for me or should I say for them; because God knows I will rip out the hair of anyone, male or female, that decides to ruin a customer's garment; the half completed wedding dress is in a perfect condition.

Ironic, right? I sew wedding dresses but have no interest in relationships or marriage for that matter.

Well, one thing I love about my work is that I get to see those young ladies, women in their thirties like me and older women, come in here, smiling as they describe what they want their wedding dress to look like or giggling as they elatedly purchase their wedding dress. That glint in their eyes always makes me happy for reasons I don't know. Complicated, right? I know.

As soon as I leave my employees so as to go sketch a new wedding dress design in my office, I hear footsteps behind me, like as if I am being intentionally followed.

I keep walking, just to be sure I am not mistaken but the footsteps persist, even as I reach the silent hallway. I turn to check but see no one.

What!

I continue walking only to hear those damn footsteps again.

Then I stop, so also do the footsteps.

What to do? Neither am I with my Bible nor pepper spray. What now? Have my employees decided to murder me as a revenge for all the years of being a bitch.

Should I just yell?

But at the same time, if I yell and it is true my employees planned this, isn't yelling useless?

Okay, Enough of this! I have to turn around and face this person anyway, since they are yet to impale me or put a hole in the back of my head.

Now, I'm being ridiculous. I should just turn around and...

"Miss Thompson?" I turn around just as I hear the last voice I was expecting...

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What a cliffhanger!
Sorry guys but I just couldn't resist it😉.
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