Chapter 8 8

A hush fell over them.

"Really, Mum? You still have the guts to remind me of mum?" Noah said rising from his seat. He knocked down the cup of coffee in fury.

"Noah! What is wrong with you?" Joshua asked getting up as well.

"I am yet to forgive you for what happened to mum and you still mention her to me," Noah said, his eyes bloodshot and tears welling up in his eyes. Threatening to fall at anytime.

"Smack!" Joshua landed a dirty slap on Noah's face. Noah stood still for a while, staring at his father. He took his car keys from the table and left the room on anger.

"Naoh!" his father called but Noah didn't turn.

The sound of the shower running could be heard right inside the bathroom. And in there stood a masculine, sexy, dripping wet guy having his bath. He spent more time thinking than having his bath. After some time, of about thirty minutes, he finally turned off the shower. His black hair dripping wet making him look better and sexier. He stretched his hand to the towel bar and picked up his very big towel from it, which he cleaned his body with. After that, he wrapped it around his waist, covering his naked self. He walked out of the bathroom with a satisfied grin as he sniffed in the sweet fragrance of his bathing soap. That was his mother's favourite bathing soap and he had used it all his life.

He got dressed and lay down on his bed for some time, hoping to feel better. Afterwards, he walked out of the room and down the stairs. The bath had calmed him down, it was time to leave the house. He met his father outside the door, smoking.

"I'm off," he announced.

"I will be at your house moment from now. That girl can never be my daughter in-law. No woman without class is welcome here. You either do it yourself soon, or I do it my own way," Joshua threatened.

Noah looked at him and said nothing for sometime.

"Good night father," he simply said and walked to his car.

"Grrrhhh Grrrhhh," her alarm rang. Emily woke up immediately. She stretched herself and stood up. Then she realized where she was. She didn't need to wake up early as she had no work to do. Noah hadn't given her an employment yet. She stretched, yawned and went back to sleep.

She had just finished having her bath when the door bell rang. She dressed in simple short and T-shirt and went to open the door.

"Good morning madam," greeted a well dressed, good looking young man. He was closely followed by two women.

"Good morning," she responded.

"We are from Velvet Mansion," he proceeded to explain handing her a business card. "We were instructed to take your measurement for your clothes."

Emily took the business card and looked at it. Truly, it was from velvet mansion. Never had she dreamt of wearing clothes from the most famous fashion designers store in the country. A dress cost almost 2000 dollars. When Noah said he was going to replace her clothes, she didn't expect that much.

"Thanks Noah," she said within. The women then took her measurements. Few minutes later, the clothes arrived.

"Here, madam, pick the ones you need," the woman said.

There were so many clothes. Emily didn't know which to pick. They were all well designed and of quality materials. High class and of the latest design.

"Young master said she can have all," the young man countered.

"All?" Emily asked in surprise.

"Yes madam. These are our latest designs. Hope you love them."

Emily simply nodded, too shocked to speak.

"Where do we place the clothes, madam?"

They even offered to take it inside. She led the way and the clothes were taken to her room. They were so many that she didn't know where to place them. She looked at the bed and all the clothes.

"Why waste money like this? These clothes are too much and costly too."

The servants began to arrive one after the other to carry out their respective duties. They were amazed when they saw Emily. It was strange to see a woman in the house.

"Who is she?" the first servant asked.

"Maybe young Master's fiancee," one guessed.

"Huh! He is gay," countered another.

"She is the woman from that night. The woman on the news," answered another who seemed to have all the answers.

"Oh! that makes it clearer. Why is she in his house?"

"Will she be the new madam?"

The servants numbering four had something to say. They gossiped for a while and went off to discharge their duties.

The meeting room was silent. The managers were praying in the silence of their hearts.

"No."

"Rejected."

"This is unacceptable."

Noah had a negative comment for every file passed to him.

"What sort of proposals are these? Is this how we run this firm?" he thundered.

"We are sorry, president Harper," the managers chorused.

Noah had showed up at work highly irritated. They knew the day's meeting would not be friendly. He rejected all the business proposals brought before him no matter how revised, good, polished or profiting they were

"Look into and revise all these proposals," Noah said and walked away.

"The proposals will be approved when he is calm," the managers assured themselves. They began to file out of the room one after the other.

Noah entered his office and loosened his tie. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He had sexy chest and arbs. A knock came and his secretary entered with a cup of coffee.

"I don't need it. Tell the driver to get the car ready," Noah ordered, rejecting the coffee and dismissing him.

"Yes sir," he saluted and left with the coffee.

Noah stood up after some minutes and left the office. His driver was waiting in front of the building as usual.

"Good day sir," he greeted. He opened the door for Noah and he entered.

"To the burial ground," Noah instructed and shut his eyes.