By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Jessica was extremely disturbed at the thought that Michael never cared about her feelings. She felt that a bag of cement was weighing down her heart.
‘I hate you!’ Jessica was so mad that her eyes well up with tears again.
‘You’re welcome.’ His face was expressionless and cold.
‘Am I not good enough?’ Tears streamed down her face as she said with a cracked voice.
Michael pressed a button and Robert walked in carrying about ten national daily newspapers. Michael was tired of talking to Jessica.
‘Yes, boss?’ Robert said, placing the newspapers carefully on the table.
‘See her off.’ Michael’s tone became increasingly cold as though he was given a soured food to eat.
Robert went stiff. He hesitated for a moment before saying, ‘Sir, Madam Jessica is the Nnaji family young mistress. Your future- wife. Why should I see her off?’
Michael’s piercing cold eyes gave off a terrifying aura. ‘Did I give you an invite to our wedding?’
Robert shook with fright. ‘No sir… You didn’t give me an invite … yet.’
‘There won’t be any invite even in the future.’
Robert nodded. Then, he turned to Jessica. ‘Madam… please,’ he said gently.
With the flowing tears, Jessica walked out of the office. Robert came back to the office after making sure Jessica had left Moon Corporation building.
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