The Moment I met you (Chapter 10)

 

By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu

Michael rose to his feet, and walked over to his office desk. ‘Robert, it’s not for you to know. But then, today is a good day’. Michael sat on his leather chair. ’And I feel very happy’. He gestured for Robert to bring the documents over. Robert brought them to him. ‘You may leave’.                  

‘Thank you, sir’. Robert turned to leave.                                                         

‘Do you have a girlfriend?’                                                                                

Robert stopped in his tracks, shocked. He didn’t really understand why Michael would ask such a question out of nowhere? Could it be that he wanted to give Jessica a chance? He had always known how much Michael hated to be in contact with women. Even Jessica, his rumoured   girlfriend had many  times cried in frustration for Michael’s coldness towards her. Could it be that the president met someone in Jimmy Carter Street today? Who could it be?                                                    

After some silent debate in his head, Robert asked without thinking,  ‘Sir, is she the one you met at Jimmy Carter street? Is she more beautiful than Jessica? Or perhaps, are you trying to propose to young madam Jessica?’                                                                                               

Michael furrowed his brows. He stared coldly at Robert.                     

‘Sorry, sir. I won’t mention Jessica to you again. I’ll order afternoon tea right away.’ Seeing Michael’s cold expression, Robert didn’t dare speak more, and immediately left the office.                                      

‘He didn’t even answer the question I asked him,’ Michael muttered.                                                                                                                     

Sitting quietly in his office, his mind raced towards the young lady he met in the   afternoon. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her beautiful face staring at him. He wondered if she lived around that area. Could it be that she was looking for a job? He had glanced through one of the papers and saw it was her CV. As someone with a photographic memory he was able to capture her name Chioma Chima. His eyes twinkled, causing him to look very handsome. This was the first time Michael had felt this way, a special kind of feeling. He wanted to see her again, but wondered how and where? Maybe he’ll go back to the street and check for her. Michael might not say it, but it was obvious he had fallen  in love with this girl he met a few hours ago.