Chapter 7 Is that...

Years had passed, after breaking up with Becky, Dickson fixed his tie as he glanced at the mirror, looking sparky as usual as he headed down to the car being packed.

After a long meeting in his company, last week's over the new set of necklaces about to be displayed today.

He rushed to his car, while his driver started the car, snoozing off while he stared at the messages on his Gmail.

"We have arrived" his driver, Ahmed, was a Christian but born as a Muslim.

"Alright thank you". He hopped off from the car as he rushed to the reception.

"Good morning sir".The young lady said with a smile, she had a crush on him, she fixed her hair backward properly while she looked directly into his eyes.

"Take care Sir". she said, Dickson nod while he heads to the lifter while he presses the number.

"Becky rests her back on the chair, in the plane while she gets deep in thought over her life over the years".

"I'm glad I had escaped hell" she said, while listening to music on her headphones, while she recorded the countless times Davis had abused her, and kept on letting her know how she should be lucky to have him, since he took her out of pity. She knew this wasn't going to go well, after fighting her escape from him and breaking up with him.

"The last fight she could remember, was when she landed at the hospital after several blows and beating from Davis, over finding him cheating on her, her regrets of letting Dickson away from her life".

"She rushed down from the plane", knowing full well she didn't have enough time for rest since she had work to do as a fashion stylist in Switzerland.

Moving out to Switzerland could bring her a new life and a fresh start, since everyone over there didn't care about her feelings.

Dickson had arrived at his office, as he grabbed his documents needed for the event, while he rushed downstairs for the event.

"Sir you have forgotten your hat" his secretary said while he gazed at her while she handed it over to him.

"Thank you!" He said she followed him behind while he led the way to the lift down to the hall downstairs.

"Where are the models"? He asked.

"At the other side of the building" she responded, while she walked fast, he strode fast to the place.

"Sorry for being late," Becky said to her manager.

"We don't have time for this!, rush and meet the models," her manager said. Taps her shoulder in cozy.

"Thank you ma". She said, sprinting towards the changing room of the models.

"Good day Mr Tony" Dickson greeted, and met one of the company sponsors on his way to the changing room.

"Good day, I'm glad you made this happen". Mr Tony said, he handshake him, while they stare at each other.

"Okay, noted," his secretary said, answering a phone call with a serious tune.

"Sir, it's about to start", she said, panicking.

"I'm sorry, we will talk later on this" Mr Dickson said, while he walked fast enough trying not to stumble .

"You guys hurry up" he said, immediately entering the changing room for male models.

"When will your makeup be done? " he asked one of the models in front of him, and noticed the model wasn't ready .

"Just in a few minutes," a young fashion stylist said .

"Please be it so". he said, while she nodded without looking at who she was talking to.

She continues fixing the shoe of the model, while he stares at her, noticing the voice sounds familiar.

"Hey you!" He said, she shakes her head up to look up, surprisingly with fears within her, her body starts to shiver as she meets in contact with Dickson, her long ex.

"Becky?" He yelled her name, surprisingly who he couldn't think of seeing after the years .

"Dickson she said , standing up while she stared at him while they both stood there without ordering any word to each other".

"Let's hurry up fast". His secretary who had been spying on them all this while.

Becky excuses herself while she rushes out from his view, to continue with another model while her colleague takes over from her former position.

"Alright he said, knowing there wasn't enough time while he headed back to the event".

"Good day everyone, thanks for coming to this wonderful event. We are here to display our new set of necklaces, designs with pleasure and classic texture," The speaker said.

Everyone clapped, and sat down while they waited for the event to start.

Immediately, two models come out of the stage, while they walk well with the bold necklaces showing, their shirts pull half way bringing the beauty of the necklaces more noticeable.

Some people snapped, while others stared at the designs while the models walked majestically, showcasing the necklaces.

After some minutes, the speaker comes forward to speak.

Now we are here to talk about the prices attached to the sample of each of the designs. "She stated, the crowd clapped".

Some groups of people bring forth the samples of the necklaces designs with their names and prices attached to them.

Everyone stares at it, while some gossips about the prices.

Please could you request one of the fashion stylists called Becky, to come and help the models put on their new outfit for the next batch "Dickson said with a bad smile".

He knew this was a tip of an iceberg, since he could use her as he wanted.

Okay sir. "His secretary said while she headed to do so".

Becky had been regretting while she was in contact with Dickson .

"Now my life is messed up," Becky said crying inside the bathroom, while she wiped her tears with her hand.

"Becky, someone needs your service". her colleague said, while she bagged at the door.

Becky wipes her face properly, pulling the door frontward while she walks out of the bathroom, with her head bowed down.

"Alright, hear you!" she responded, refusing to face her colleague knowing full well she would notice.

She rushed to the place, where she met Dickson's secretary, waiting for her.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time," she pleaded.

"It's fine, Mr Dickson said you should help out for the model round 2 showcase" she said, tapping some things on her iPad.

"Alright,! Becky said, rushing towards the place".

The event was finally over, Becky Lay her head at the wooden chair with a moody face.

"Miss Becky, a voice awakes her up, she gets up with a head throbbing".

"Yes Ma she said,wiping the little sweat from her face".

"The CEO of this event had a request of making you one of his personal fashion stylists at his necklace company" she stated.

"What? Nah aren't interested" Becky said.

Becky froze for some seconds as her whole body shivered in fear.

"I'm sorry, I already told them you are ready for the job" she said, still surprised why they were longing in their faces.

"I'm sorry, thanks for this". Becky said, realizing it wasn't the lady's fault.

"That's good, because I know you have been logging this opportunity for so long," she said while she tapped her shoulder in comfort.

Becky nodded her head with fear and disappointment.