Chapter nineteen
Chapter nineteen
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He furiously threw his whiskey glass on the wall.
Fuck! He yelled out.
Fuck you Amanda!
The human resources manager in his Walford office had come in, asking if he was okay.
Annie, She had worked with Blazzers for slightly over a year, he wasn't really sure. He had met her about twice.
Ray was in rage but he managed to answer.
Yes, I am.
She acknowledged his response before proceeding to leave.
And please, knock before you barge into my office the next time.
Okay sir. She responded.
He thought about how to manage and work in the new office. He wasn't the type that made decision about his business due to personal reasons. He didn't want his personal affairs to affect his work affairs, but he strongly doubted he would be able to still work with Amanda.
He was deeply considering a new assistant as he didn't know how to easily overlook the rift in their relationship.
Amanda knew the job, so he couldn't just make away with her, and that would completely be out of pocket if he did.
He needed reliable hands, because the faster they set the place up, ready for mass distribution, the faster they would get back to Canada.
Well, fuck her work ethics! Better people was still out there.
He booked a hotel close by, he always lodged there when he came to came to London.
He had responded to Amanda's voice message via an email. Informing her about the new development and and other stuffs she needed to be aware of.
It was past eight and still no response from Ray. Amanda held unto her phone as she anxiously checked when ever there was a buzz.
She had given up as she dropped the cell phone on the bed, laying flat and facing the roof.
"Buzz Buzz"
Her phone went again, she was tired of hoping, but she still picked up the phone, but very sluggishly.
It was who she didn't expect, but hoped it was.
Ray! had sent her an email.
"Hello Amanda.
I will be be spending a couple more weeks here and so will you.
You will be picked up by a driver first thing tomorrow morning to the airport as you will be coming to Walford due the the above mentioned development.
You will still maintain your job as my assistant, but changes will be made.
Make sure to pack all your stuffs as you would mostly likely not be going back to Romford . Well, except it was for personal business, which I believe you have often.
The company also does not care about your personal affairs as long as it does not affect your efficiency in your job.
01 -954 -678. Make sure to call the driver Tonight as he would inform you the time for your flight.
Regards.
Raymond Blazzer."
Raymond wouldn't give her a break, even in a mail. She knew exactly what he meant with the personal affair paragraph.
And what exactly did he mean by "you will still maintain you job as my assistant BUT CHANGES WILL BE MADE"? Yea she meant the last part of that sentence.
What changes could possibly be made?
She was grateful she still had her job, that would keep her going a little and that was if he wouldn't frustrate her with every chance he got.
She was grateful she would still see him every day, even though their relationship might not be the same but she was still grateful for being able to still work for him.
She had called the driver and her flight was 7 AM prompt. She tried sleeping early so she would be awake early enough to park but her body had other plans.
She had tried shutting her eyes and counting 1 to 50 but backwards as she heard it helped with sleep.
And no, that didn't work.
But Maybe 100 to 0 would work. Nope didn't! She moved to to couch which she had previously pulled to the window. She sat there, thinking as she saw the beauty of London.
She jumped, wondering what the time was. She reach her phone as it was 5:26 in the morning.
Mr fred, the driver was to pick her up by 6am as it was a 40 minutes drive to the airport. She would use the other 20 minutes for airport clarification and boarding.
Could she shower, brush, get ready and pack up with 30 minutes?
The driver had also called her severally but since smashing her phone, her phone speaker had been Lower than usual, so it obviously couldn't wake her.
She rushed to the backroom, brushing and taking her shower.
She moved to the wardrobe with her naked wet body and she was in so much haste that she didn't wipe her body after shower.
The hotel telecom had began to ring, she moved to the bed as she answered.
Hello, good morning ma'am.
Good morning. she responded.
A certain Mr Fred is here to pick you up.
Should we send the Porter to come get your luggages?
She checked her Time it was 5: 40 already.
Yea, Sure. She said before ending the call.
She most have planned to show some Merlin multi tasking powers to have accepted the Porter to come.
She picked a white short sleeve chiffon blouse along with a fitted dark blue denim pants, marching with a basic cooperate flat black shoe. She quickly wore it as she began to trow all her properties into her luggage boxes.
In about Fifteen minutes, the Porter was already by the door as she opened and surprisingly she was set.
He went ahead to load both her luggages and Ray's on the baggage cart. She put her make up and brush on her little hand bag as she would be using them on her way to the airport. She loosened her hair as her curled 3c hair poured on her shoulder, forming a little afro but just that it was longer.
She applied her hair moisturizer as she used her finger to put her hair in order.
Mr Fred was a cool gentle man from west Yorkshire as she enquired.
Made sense because he had a much more stronger British accent.
He was cool and only spoke when necessary.
She pulled out her little make up box with a little mirror.
She noticed his attention slightly turning to her before it went back to the road.
She did her brows, eye liner and applied her mascara before rounding off with a gloss.
They luckily got to the airport in 36 mins as the man knew London well and boycott any road he might have met traffic.
She bid good bye with the man as she went on and boarded her plane.
The flight was smooth and without much stress. She met up with the Walford Blazzer driver as he took her to the place.
They packed in the building garage. This particular Blazzers outlet wasn't as enormous as the one in Ontario or even the ones in Canada as whole. But the building was still out standing and set up right.
The lady who introduced herself as Annie, the human resource manager had welcomed her.
Her luggages were still in the car, so she asked her what will be done about them and where they would be kept.
She informed her that she would be getting back to her as she was to make an arrangement.
Also informing her that their arrival was a little bit impromptu. She seemed nice.
She was beautiful, looked like she was around thirty. Dark long wavy hair, brown skin. she looked like she was mixed with someone originally from Asia, particularly India.
Oh and of course, she was wearing an enormous diamond ring in her middle finger, showing she was taken.
Beautiful ring. Amanda had to let it be known.
Oh thanks. Annie responded.
Yesterday was our one year anniversary. Happiest year of my life. She added.
Awwn, I guess to Many more happy years. Amanda said with a giggle as the both women chucked.
Thank you. Anny responded.
Her accent was perfect, but not too European.
She had taken her to the office she would be using for the few weeks she would be spending there, but there was a problem.
Uh, don't get her wrong, it's not the office it self. The space was perfect. Spacious and elegant, she must confess. But why were there two tables? There was a model looking young lady with a blond hair occupying one of the tables.
Hello dear. The blond haired lady greeted.
I'm Karen, second personal assistant to Mr Ray.
Everyone she ever met called him Raymond, yes Raymond in full and not Ray. Well except tyler and his father.
Well, except Cassie too! Was she a rebranded Cassie? Karen, Cassie they both sounded the same to her. Why was Ray after taunting her? Why was he not giving her a chance? Why was he savage to her?