The Turbulence✔️ (#1 in the Our Side of The Dice series)

30: Dining with the devil

Christopher
Bonn, Germany

Incomprehensible it was to my reasoning that a day would come where I would have to spend time with Irene.

It was a sick plan.

And it was even sicker that I didn't have a single minute to myself to curse out loud. All I did whilst driving was ruminate over the plan, again and again, and to remind myself of the importance of getting it done. It was a whole lot of mental stress for me.

I didn't want to do it and I was glad to tell Yemisi that I didn't know where Irene lived with hopes that she would find a more suitable alternative but she immediately insinuated that I find her workplace. 

Which was very easy.

Yemisi: 1 - Christopher: - 0.

Truthfully though, I knew I couldn't complain too much because it must not be easy for Yemisi to walk through the fish ponds on a rainy day like this where she could be exposed to so much harm but this was what we both essentially had to do and there was no time to waste at all.

We are both uncomfortable which makes it even because we are collectively fighting to save our relationship.

Yemisi: 1 - Christopher: 1

Irene's company had to be the tallest glasshouse in the outskirts of Bonn with numerous trimmed flowers aligned by the sideways, extending to the entrance even. The torrential rain had subsidized into faint drizzling, giving a refreshing view of the naturally watered flowers.

I wore my navy blue coat immediately after spraying a little extra dose of cologne by the sides of my neck. Radiating a titillating, spicy aura was the objective.

I pulled out my umbrella and walked briskly into the company. Right in front of me sat a sallow-faced secretary with grim eyes. I cleared my throat, holding my umbrella firmly, in case there was a need for it to be weaponized although I highly doubted that I would want to hurt a lady at all.

"Good afternoon. I'm here to see Irene—"

"Oh my!" she gasped, scanning me for a good minute. I swallowed. "You are—"

"Christo—"

"Madam Irene's husband! Yes, you are him, aren't you?!" she squealed and suspended her finger movement on the keyboard in front of her.

"Err. I—"

"Follow me, sir, " she rose immediately, arranging the stack of papers on her desk into an awful space. She tucked her frizzy hair behind her ears and nearly tumbled on her heels even. "T–this way please!" embarrassed, she motioned with her arms to an elevator a few doors away.

She started to walk fast whilst I followed slowly behind, trying hard to stay cool.

Once we got into the elevator, the secretary resumed her chatty ways, and this time, I didn't bother to say a full sentence knowing that most of my words wouldn't make it past my lips before she interrupted them.

"Madam Irene has said a lot about you. So immediately knew you were her husband the minute you stepped in. She always talks about how she has been expecting him to come by recently since she's currently expecting a baby and now you are here!" she rambled on and on. "Goodness gracious, I'm so happy for her! She deserves all the happiness in the world because she's been so good to us!" she squealed, positioning her hands in a heart shape as she cupped her face.

I tried very hard to wear a smile on my face when on the inside, all I wanted to do was growl and set everything ablaze. That damned, cunning wench knew I was going to come. She knew. She knew I was going to show up and fight her or perhaps, even try to reach a compromise or suggest something as silly as aborting the baby.