I heaved a sign of relief when I saw the mail Dr. Festus had sent me. I was so happy to find out that Dad was in good health. However, the last part of the mail wiped away the happiness and made me tense.
It said that Dad had high blood pressure due to intense amount of stress. I never knew that he’s stressed. He has never showed any symptoms of being stressed.
But it’s fine though since it’s not that serious. I just need to take good care of him before it turns into something we can’t handle.
Also, I need to keep a very close eye on the things he eats or drinks. Just because he’s fine now doesn’t mean Amara won’t poison him later. I can’t let what happened before happen again.
I was still in deep thoughts when I heard the the clanging of the mansion’s gate and a car’s revving. I stood up and looked out the window to see who it was. A frown found it’s way to my face when I saw Andrew walk out of the car.
He’s voice could be heard from a mile away as he kept barking out orders to the servants around. He just had to announce his presence. I scoffed and walked put of my room, down to the living room where he was. I needed to give ‘my husband’ a warm welcome.
I noticed he had bruises all over his face, a lot of bandages wrapped on the exposed parts of his body and a black eye. I almost laughed out because he looked so funny.
When his eyes met with mine, I quickly changed my expression into a surprise look and concerned one.
“What happened to you? Why are you back so soon??” I asked like I really cared as I walked over to him.
Immediately I asked that question, he began to complain about his misfortunes while away. As he explained, I nodded my head like I was listening and asked him questions like;
“Oh really??”
“How could they did that to you??” My tone carrying a hint of barely noticeable sarcasm.
As always, he was too stupid and full of himself to notice so he kept blabbing about his experience. My ears drums felt like they would burst at any moment but I didn’t stop him from talking. He needs to think I’m still that compassionate wife of his.
I knew the only reason he came back this soon was because dad went to see Amara. I had enough evidence to expose their affair but I won’t do so soon. They think they are safe but they just don’t know everything’s part of the game I created.
This life, the tables have turned. They are my pawns now without even knowing and I’ll use them as I like till I get what I want. Same way they did to me.
DYSON’S CORP
Due to his severe injuries, Andrew couldn’t come to the company and I’m so glad about that. I was back at the marketing department so I don’t have to worry about bumping into him.
I came back because I had a project to take care of and I also couldn’t find anything about Amara in the finance department. We were collaborating with a hospital to introduce new advanced equipment and I was the leader of the project since it was my idea.
This was an opportunity to showcase my abilities and fulfil the promise I made to dad so I wanted to give it my all. I was so meticulous and took on every task I was supposed to.
I was printing some paper work when someone suddenly walked up to me.
“Good morning Mrs. Ellison.” He greeted making more emphasis on the Mrs. Ellison.
It’s been so long someone called me that name. I was always referred to as Mrs. Dyson in this company. No one hardly sees me as Andrew’s wife and I didn’t complain about it.
I looked over at the man in confusion as I tried to recall if I knew him before. I didn’t know who he was so I had to check the ID card placed around his neck. Jude Clayton and it showed that he was manager in the finance team and goes come I’ve never seen him before?
“Good morning Mr. Clayton.” I answered with my usual bright smile and that only made him frown. I wonder why.
“You know you don’t really have to work so hard on this project. You can just have any one of your subordinates do the work and you’ll be given the accolades for it. Afterall, you’re the chairman’s daughter.”
A deep frown appeared on my face when he said that. What was he insinuating?? He seemed satisfied by my reaction. He smiled innocently and was about to leave when;
“Oh really?? I didn’t know that’s how you all do things here.” I said, making him stop dead on his tracks.
“What are you trying to say??” He asked as he turned to face me.
I didn’t relent. With my head held high; “Well.. unlike some people, I can boast of working really hard for the things I have. It wasn’t just handed to me.” I said and that made his face red with anger and embarrassment.
I picked up the files I was sorting and was about to leave but stopped like I had forgotten something. I turned back to face him.
“Oh… and it’s Mrs. Dyson, not Ellison. You should know that if you actually do some work in this company.” With a satisfied look on, I walked out on him leaving a very angry and embarrassed Jude.
It felt really good to put people like him in their places. I went back to my office and cross checked the proposal I had already prepared. We were having a project meeting and being the leader, I couldn’t afford to make any mistakes. Being satisfied with what I had, I headed towards the meeting room.
As expected, the room was filled with a lot of big shots which included hospital officials, pharmaceutical company representatives, and suppliers. Dad wasn’t here with me so I had to do my best.
The meeting commenced and I listened attentively to every presentation and talked when it was my turn. The meeting lasted for up to three hours before it was finally concluded harmoniously.
We decided to have a dinner at Regal retreat hotel to celebrate the successful launching of the project. At the hotel, the dinner went well as everyone kept toasting and eating.
I was surrounded by flattery reasons being that I was the only female there. Everyone present toasted to me, with the suppliers inviting me to raise a glass in celebration of the project’s success. They were all unaware about my true identity.
I didn’t mind and kept downing every glass given to me with elegance and confidence. I was at my third glass when I caught a glimose of a familiar figure outside watching me with great intensity, making my heart flutter.