Miss Chubby

CHAPTER 2

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The next day it is work as usual. After lunch time someone barges in my office while I am busy on my drawing board with the Zulu project.

Me: “the door is there for a reason. You knock, you are given permission then you enter. Simple math.” I hate being disturbed when I am in my drawing board because once I lose concentration it is hard to get back to what I was doing before I was disturbed.
Mrs. Zulu: “I don’t have time for that. I wanna talk business.” She sits down on the visitor’s chair and places her designer bag on my table. I raise my head and look straight in her eyes. The reason why I have my own floor is that I don’t want unexpected visitors. Where the fuck is Zah when you need her? I stand up from my seat and go sit on the chair behind my desk. I stare at her.
Me: “oww please take a seat, make yourself comfortable.” I say sarcastically.
Her: “you better drop your stinky attitude or my husband and I take the business elsewhere.”
Me: “there is the door, take your project elsewhere I don’t give a fuck. I know I am the best at what I do so I won’t beg.” I hate spoilt housewives. They always make my work difficult when building houses. In fact I hate clients who think I will go hungry without their money. She rolls her eyes.
Her: “anyways I want you to cancel the rondavels and I want you to design a Tuscan mansion. I believe you know what it is.” I really hate her type. I fake a smile.
Me: “anything you want Mrs. Zulu. Now if you may please excuse me I have a Tuscan sketches to draw.” She stands up and takes her bag.
Her: “glad we could come to an agreement.” She says with a smile and heads out with her heels echoing in the whole office. BITCH! Zah rushes in my office with a worried expression.

Zah: “boss I am so sorry. I was getting your report from the marketing team. I didn’t even go to lunch.”
Me: “no need to apologize Zah. Please organize a dinner meeting with Kuhle. Ungijwayela kabi umfazi wakhe.”
Zah: “on it boss. Here is your report.” She hands me the report and leave.

I continue drawing and when the clock hits 4pm I fold my drawings, take my handbag, phone and car keys and head to Zah’s office. Zah tells me that Kuhle will be able to meet me at 7pm at a restaurant. I head home and take a bath. After bathing I go to my bedroom and sit in my bed. Kgomotso enters my room and serve me my late lunch, which is a chicken and mayo sandwich with guava juice. I eat then take the dishes to the kitchen.

I go back to the bedroom to take out clothes that I will be wearing at the dinner. I take my sketches and gently unfold them in my drawing table (I have one in my room too, in case I get inspiration during the night). I set and alarm for 6:15pm and continue with my drawing. I am very passionate with my job, so even when I am busy I make sure I find time to do it.

At 6:15 I stop working and start getting ready. I do my make-up and wear my curly weave while playing Lizzo- Good As Hell. I wear my black and white stripes dress, denim jacket and nude block heels. I put on my cologne, take my handbag, phone, car keys and head out after locking the door. I head to the restaurant and I arrive there 10 minutes late.

I find Kuhle inside and I must say if he wasn’t married I would have him even for 1 night because God the prince is fine. He notices me walking towards him and quickly stands up.

Kuhle: “MaCele how are you?” he says extending his hand, I shake it and he opens the chair for me. Gentleman much huh. I sit down and he also sits.
Me: “I am okay, how are you Kuhle?”
Him: “I am fine.” I signal a waiter.
Me: “if you don’t mind I am famished so we will talk while I am eating.” He chuckles. The waiter arrives at our table.
Him: “I don’t mind.”
Me: “hi, I’d like to have ¼ grilled chicken with a peri-peri sauce, and also Greek salad on the side and a mojito cocktail. And for desert I’d like Oreo Truffles.”
Kuhle: “I’d like the same main course with Castle lite dumpy.”
Waiter: “coming right up your majesty.” he leaves us.
Me: “Castle Lite, really? I was expecting the regular ‘scotch on the rocks’ beverage.” He laughs. He has a beautiful laughter. Oww Futhy get your mind off the gutter, he is taken.
Kuhle: “sorry to disappoint.” I chuckle and go straight to business.
Me: “I won’t be designing and building your houses Kuhle.” His face falls.
Him: “what? Why?” Ncooh he is so cute right now.
Me: “I don’t have time to deal with your spoilt wife. I am a business woman. Business come to me I don’t go out looking for it. I don’t beg a client. I was really looking forward to building your homes but no I don’t have time to deal with a real housewife of Durban. I am really good at my job so I hate it when I have to deal with people like her or be disrespected in my work place.” He rubs his hands in his head. You can see that he is having inner conflict.
Him: “what did she do?”
Me: “she came to my office, undermined my job. She thinks she can say jump and I’d be like ‘How High?’ oww please. I am not like everyone.”
Him: “I am sorry for her behavior. Just please don’t drop the contract. I will do anything.” I don’t like it when clients beg. I exhale.
Me: “fine but please keep your wife on a leash or she will be banned from entering my building.” The waiter brings the food. “Finally, I was beginning to think you misplaced our food or you didn’t put in the order.” I say in a funny manner so that he won’t take offence. He just chuckles.
Waiter: “please do enjoy your food and if there is anything else you would like, I am at your service.”
Me: “what if I want you on a silver platter?” his eyes pop out and I take a sip of my cocktail. I can see that Kuhle is also shocked. I burst out laughing, gosh you should see their faces. “Yoh I am kidding. We are okay for now, you may leave.” He quickly rushes to where he came from leaving me laughing my ass out.
Kuhle: “wow, just wow.” I smirk at him and start eating my food.