Chapter 5 5

Layla

"What the hell am I seeing?" I let out a loud cry. It was as if a knife passed through my heart.

Louis is the owner of Belux Company?

All the time he worked with me, he was secretly running his company?

Can things get worse than things? I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. I stared at the letter again and I could not believe my eyes.

"Louis?"

My head began to bang as if someone was hitting a hammer on it. I pressed my fingers to my forehead, where the migraine was.

"Can't he just kill me, already?" I muttered. It was already 2pm and I decided to leave already. I dialed my driver's number to come and pick me up. I need to go home and rest.

After the call with the driver, my mum's call came in and it was then that it dawned on me that I have a blind date by 5pm, today.

My phone rang and rang up to five times before I decided to pick it up.

"You called?" I asked her, waiting for her response.

"I'm waiting for you at home so that we can pick an outfit together for your date," my mum answered. She sounded so excited and I sighed.

"Seriously, mum?"

"I am waiting," she said and hung up.

My driver came in in no time and I grabbed my bag and walked out of my office. My guards were waiting outside and I threw my bag to one of them to hold.

I walked down the stairs, with my shoes making a melodious sound and every noisy place I passed suddenly became quiet. The manager came out of his office and blocked me.

"Are you out of your mind?" I yelled. "Ahhh...My head," I said, holding my head. It seems I will stop shouting because this severe headache is not for me.

"I am sorry ma. I heard about the new plan to make 100 billion dollars...."

"Deal with it," I waved him off and walked out with my guards.

"Oh, wait!" I exclaimed the moment I remembered something. I turned back to talk to him but he had already left.

"Shit!" I cursed under my breath.

I asked for my phone from the guard who was with my bag. He passed it to me and I dialed the manager number. He answered the call immediately.

"Open vacancies for the company. Advertise it through articles, newspapers and the likes. We need to hire competent staff with quality CVs. Close the vacancies by 10am tomorrow. Interview will begin at 2pm."

"Right now?"

"If it was not urgent, I would not have called you. "

"Is that not a short period of time? You will be stressing yourself."

"Trust me, people are waiting for this opportunity. We have nothing less than 5,000 applicants," I said to him.

"How many applicants will you be employing?" He inquired.

"That is up to me to decide. Also, I will be the one to interview them."

"All of them?"

"I have my ways around these things, just do as I have told you," I ordered and hung up. Feeling relieved after passing the information, I made my way down the stairs outside and got into the car and my driver drove me home. One of my least worries is that date. Although, I am curious to know who it is going to be.

I got home in no time and I hurried up the stairs before my mum could see me and start her sermon. I entered my room and surprisingly, I met her sitting in my bed.

"Mum!" I yelled, throwing my bag on the bed. She gave me a warm smile and ordered me to sit beside her but I declined.

"I can't believe you are doing this," I snorted.

"I do not want to take chances. I am really happy you came home, I did not expect you to."

"That is because I am tired. I have a troubling headache and what I need is rest and not to see a random man that I do not know." I complained while undressing.

"How was work?" Mum asked and I raised an eyebrow.

"Fine!" I blurted out.

"Just fine? How come you have a headache?"

"I said, I am fine, mum." I protested and she folded her arms around her breasts.

"Are you telling me nothing happened at work?"

"Nothing," I answered her and she became silent. I laid on my bed with my back. My head was facing the ceiling and the only thing I could mutter was "finally."

Why is my mum expecting me to tell her things? Since when did we become close buddies?

"Let us pick an outfit together. I would love to see you dressed beautifully," she offered.

"Why are you doing this suddenly?" I asked. "Besides, I am not interested. I will pick an outfit myself."

"You are just stubborn. How many of your mates' mum will have the time to pick an outfit for their daughter?"

I scoffed and turned my face slightly to the other side.

"We both know you are pretending. Stop all these acts, it does not suit you."

My mother got up and went out and came in after a minute. She brought out some skimpy dresses and ordered me to try them.

"I am quite surprised that at your age, you have no sexy dress," she said with so much concern.

"Well, I never needed them."

The truth is that I have burnt all my skimpy clothes because they all reminded me of my past.

"Here, wear this. This will suit your shape," she offered, giving me a hot red short gown.

I rolled on the bed like a baby and she came to me and

I tried the dress on and, looking in the

mirror, I tug on the tight, hot red short gown that I was wearing. The dress was clinging onto my hips like a glove, and my breasts were revealing. There was no good thing about it. I felt Weird.

"I am not comfortable going around like a slut," I complained to my mum

My mum chuckled and said, "This is the perfect cloth for this occasion. My daughter is looking so hot!"

"Your daughter is looking like a hoe! I am a business woman, remember?"

"You have to forget about business today. You have only a few minutes left to meet him. You don't want to keep him waiting, do you?"

I sighed and pleaded to be left alone while I applied my makeup.