Seize: Seize Me My CEO

What I ever wished for was simple and clear!. I never asked for something extraordinary!. All I wanted was to complete my studies with a high grade in one of the most prestigious schools in the world. Have a considerable job and to be an influential woman. I woman many youngsters will look up to with so much administration.

Then, later on, find a handsome, caring, husband to shower me with abundant love and care. I have never wished to hurt someone, to Seize anything from someone. I wished to live a peaceful, low key love with my kids and their lovely father. I guess this is every woman's dream!. Some will even go far to say that all of my aspires is a dream that will never be realised. But why?. Why can we have all at once?. OMG!. It's pains to see how normalities are whirling to anomalies in our day to day life. It seriously hurts to know that at the end of all one's hard work, not every goal shall be achieved. However, I stay optimistic!. I keep working hard for any single thing I want. If I don't who will do it for me?. I'm from a very broke home in Cameroon and the favourite quotation is "No food for the lazy!." it's very clear.

Still, even the most hardworking girl has her weakness. And my weakness is called Freddy Logan!. A very sexy influential CEO in one of the biggest companies in the United states of America. As everyone has their addiction, his addiction is "women!.". After he was nearly dubbed by a woman and he almost lost his father's wealth. Since that time Freddy didn't only lose hopes in women, but also in love. He turned into a cruel heart breaker. All he now cares for is money, money and only money!. He believes that money can buy everything on this earth and all he is interested in chasing is more money. Now by working side to side with his father, he has money. He floats in money. No one can mess up with him and go free. He has hard lost of girls in his life but no one lasted up to a month. He never loved any, it was just lust. Pure examples of sexual and physical relationships. He never cared about any of the ladies. He only cared about respecting their contracts, his personality and money. Marriage, being a father, happy family life has never been his cup of tea. Doing a TV interview he almost insinuated that he was never going to get married. If at all it isn't want he said. As if all this wasn't freaking enough and my life complicated enough, our destinies had to confront.

"You are my light in the dark, my hope when I get hopeless and weary. May the Almighty continue to guide and protect you. And please, don't disappoint me. Focus solely on your studies and be the prestigious girl I raised !." My mum cries as she holds my face with her cranky hands full of blisters and she blesses me. This melts my heart and I promise her to always put my students first, before any other things. Even if, I don't see anything that could distract me from that. We are standing at the airport right now and my mum can't stop praying and blessing me.

A child leaving this country and going abroad for studies. Is like the arrival of the Messiah on earth for an African mother. My mum can't stop picturing her future life. However, I'm happy to see her happy and relax, such days are rare. I'm Sheila Stones, 23years old, my mum is a broken food seller back in our country, my dad died years ago. I just had the scholarship for an MBA in an American University and I'm super excited to discover this part of the world. I believe that life in this part of the world is like a fairy tale, anyway this is what I was made to believe. I'm excited to live the American's dream. I love reading "love stories", though I can't even attempt to write one story, I'm damn poor at it. However, I love reading a lot. I'm a big dreamer, so reading helps me to live my dreams in my head and to picture the dramatic love story I will love to leave. I have never really had a serious relationship back then, I always felt like my soul mate wasn't in my home country. "Hahaha, maybe frustration made me think so!." But seriously, have you ever felt like what you want is nowhere to be found?. Like it's somewhere else but you don't know where?. That is how I have been feeling for 23yrs of my existence. Here, I have the chance to start all over again, maybe what I have been searching for all these years is found here. I will love to complete my MBA program, find a man who will truly love me for who I'm, get married, and have kids. I love kids. I love stability, serenity, etc... and all that comes up with a happy marriage. Will, I ever find that here?. I heard that here, in America, they don't love to get married and when they ever do get married, is either a contract marriage or they end up divorcing after a few years, or months even. OMG, I don't want that for me. I need something deep. Soul to soul. Love that no one, no paper can separate. I think I'm one of these rare children who has a good memory of marriage. I use to admire the way my father took care of my mother. All the love and respect he gave her. My father had a very busy schedule at work, yet he always managed to help my mum with some home chores. Things men in my country hardly do because they believe that a woman's duty is to be in the kitchen, washing, and cooking. And I'm strongly against the abuse of women. My mum was married, yet independent to do whatever she wanted too. I'm not from a financially rich room, but I hard super hard-working parents, rich in love. And this truly inspired me. . . In the plane, I had this weird sensation. I don't know what it was about but I felt it in my inward being. I didn't want to tell anybody, because it was unexplainable and I didn't want to call for useless attention on me. And I guess it's because it was my first time. But I had this same sensation whenever I take a lifter. "Welcome to the USA!." I fell on my knees and I kissed the ground. "How can she kiss this dirty path!." The people walking on the street wandered at my reactions. Even the man who was sent by the University to pick me up, he didn't believe his eyes. They can't understand this filling of "life" like "Born again". But not only born again but born again in the best version of me However, I was very eager and enthusiastic to even notice what I was doing at the time. I just needed to feel the ground with my lips and to be sure that it wasn't a dream. I'm in America I can't still believe it. . . In the USA I have been here for two months, classes had just resume "I can't believe this!. This room is splendid!." I tell myself I have never had such a clean and conducive place for myself. The room isn't that big but it's is all I had ever dreamt of. My dream has come through. It's like I will have a heart attack. My heart is beating so fast. My Adrenaline product rate has increase ×100. Have you ever heard of someone dying out of so much joy?. I think I might die of it soon. This is more than a bomb to me. I fall into my bed. I stare at my little office by my bed. I love the texture of the table. Places here are so neat, I can even dish my food on the street to eat. Places are well established. And my best is, everybody seems to mind their business. And I love that because I can do whatever I want without anybody judging me. I would have loved to have my mother here, by me. We would have shared this excitement together. I missed her so much already. She is very open-minded and very lovely. Back where I came from it's not like this. Everybody minds everyone's business. If you dress in a kind of extravagant way, ever mother will talk to you as if you are their child. They will even yell at you on the street, making you feel uncomfortable or throw slangs and make sure you hear it. I hated that, I'm happy to be free of it too. Though my skin completion makes a big difference and it easily distinguishes me from them. Anyway, I'm proud of my complexion. My scholarship only covers my tuition fees for the next coming years and one year of housing on campus. With a one time pocket allows. Which after that, I would have to pay for everything myself. . . "It's 7:50 am!. I yell as I check my watch. Quickly pick up my book. I have a class at 8 am. I don't want to be late on my first day. I instantly step out of my room. I jam in someone, we hit our self as my books fall on the floor. "Hey, bitch look where you walk!." she shouts "What!." I can't take it. She calls me a bitch?. Does she know me?. I won't take this. I hostile get up to fight her, I want her to provoke me further and I will put her in her place. "Hey!, mind your words!." I want to hit her, but I remember that I am not in my country. I hold myself!. "Whatever!." She rapidly works out of me. "Wow!." I quickly pick up my books and I run to my class. "Calm down!." I tell myself . . It wasn't easy for me to find my class, luckily for me, the lecturer isn't in class, yet. I entered the class, nearly all the seats are taken. My legs are trembling, it's like the whole class is staring at me. However, that is how I fell. "Thank God!." Then I notice an empty seat. I immediately move to the seat. Guess who is seated next!. I don't see any other good seat to exchange. So I have no other choice than to stay here beside her. Beside the girl who called me a bitch!. I yearn to slaughter her. As I am about to seat, "Hey, you!. I think we meet earlier!." She stops me. I don't answer her and I take my perch. "You don't...!." She tries to speak. But the lecturer enters in class and everywhere gets quiet. "Thank God!." I whisper I don't want to speak to her, I don't want to lose myself and get involved in a fight this soon. I know this kind of girls... "She called me a bitch!." I can't get this out of my head. So for her, I look like a prostitute. I don't think I would ever forget this or even forgive her for this!. The lectures are long and boring. . . After the class, I immediately rush out of the class, not giving her the time to speak to me. I don't want to have an unnecessary argue with her. "Hey!." She calls, chasing me "Are you snubbing me?." she stands right in front of me, she frowns but not seriously though. In a kind of playful manner. "Please, get out of my way!." I warn her Yet, she doesn't, she keep obstructs my path. This is really annoying. "Calm down with your resentment." She gets worried "And if it's because of what happened earlier today, then, I am really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you!." She gives me a sorry silly stare She looks really sorry. "And she has apologised. It's the most important!." I fall for it.

I fall for it. She is so cute!. With her white soft skin. She has pink lips. And it's adorable. I don't talk much because of my weird English tone very different from theirs. "Are we ok now?." She insists with her silly look, the look which makes me fall for her. Her stare is funny, thou. "Okay!." I drag my words, with a weird look, I am holding my laughter. "Then, what will you say about us having lunch together?." She asks "I don't think this will be possible!." I flinch I don't have a part-time job yet and I don't even know when I will find one.

The money I received from the scholarship is really small, I don't think it will last for the three coming months, no matter how economical I am. I can't afford to eat out or to waste food!. It's so expensive here. "Don't bother, It's my treat!.". She insists It's just as if she read in my mind. Wow, free lunch I am practically jumping in my mind. "Okay, if you insist!." I calmly answer, not exhibit my enthusiasm. "3 pm, 'New land restaurant'. It's beside the entrance of the University. Please be on time!." She insists "Okay!." I accept With that, she leaves. Now I am dancing on my way to my next course. . . I enter the restaurant, literally running right now. "So sorry!." I exclaim as I move closer to her She is seated, staring at me with a nasty glance of disappointment. This makes me feel culpable. "I am truly sorry!." I insist She scoffs. "You better be!." And she frowns I nod!. "Okay...!..." I pull my words as I take a seat. "Wow, this place is Fabulous!.". I'm staring at places with my eyes wildly open, stunned as usual "Yeah!." She nods at me. Yet, she is still frowning!. "You made me wandered like a lost goat. I was about leaving before you entered." She is still mad at me. I don't know what to do!. "Anyway, it's cool!." She smiles Her smile cold my heart and makes me feel more relief "Oouufff!. I nearly missed this free lunch!." I tell my self without any bad thoughts. I'm just being happy and grateful. "Let's start ordering what to eat first, before anything." she notifies me Then I pick up the menu at her words. And I start glancing at the menu, hoping to rapidly grab a nice dish. "I insist because here they cook as you order and it takes time, not too much thou!. But we can have some drinks too!." She describes I widen my eyes at her words. "Nice suggestions but no money!." I tell myself "Don't bother still my treat!." She exclaims at my reaction "Embarrassing!." I hit myself in my mind. "Thank you!." I just nod at her like everything is okay, meanwhile, within me, I am withering of shame. She simply gleams at me. "Waiter!. Please waiter!." She calls for one She hasn't opened the menu since we entered. I guess it's because she is familiar with this place. While I'm here, totally confused about to order in this big menu. It's so big, I don't know which page to open and the names are so confusing. And I'm scared to order for what I won't be able to devour, because I am damn hungry. This menu is more of a catalogue, this isn't a menu. "OMG!." And it's so costly. 40$ just for a simple cocktail. Oh my goodness this 40$ can buy a whole crate of juice or more in my country. "Welcome back Miss. Natasha!." The waiter moves closer, now he is standing beside us with his pen and notebook in his hands. "Thanks!." She nods at him, in a very low tone and a smile. "So what are you ordering!." She impatiently stares at me, with the waiter facing me too. This makes me quiver. I am speechless, with my eyes roaming on the menu. "It's okay!." She smiles at me, calling for the waiter's attention to her. "One potion of greasy nachos tacos with some fries, don't forget the sauce. Drink...!..." She hesitates on what to take "Hmmm, one drunken monkey cocktail. And a chocolate 'key lime pie' for dessert!." She lists without peeking at the menu. I'm just admiring her!. "Wow!. This girl is definitely wealthy!." I tell my self "That will be all!." She concludes "Noted. What about you Miss?." The waiter turns back his eyes in my direction. Like he was sent by the evil people of my village to torture me. I thought I was done with him!. His stare freezes me up. "Same thing!." She immediately replies. With that, the waiter leaves Now She is staring at places so do I. No one is talking and it's getting weird. "I don't know your name and I guess you don't know mine too!. So let's start with presentation!." She breaks through the silence dwelling. "Great!." I nod. "Then I will start." She takes a deep breath, with lots of assurance. "I'm Natasha, 22yrs. First-year of Master in business administration and analysis." She briefly introduces herself "Sheila 23 years old and first year in Master of Business, same as you. I am from Africa!." I take over I usually say, Africa to cut things short with no lengthy explanations. "Nice to meet you!. Sheila from Africa!." She offers her hand, sending it forward to me. "My pleasure, Natasha!." And I offer my hand in return We rapidly shake hands!. The waiter then comes with our cocktail and places it on the table. "Wow, it looks delicious!." I can't wait to savour it. I take a sip, she sips. We concurrently sip at the same flash. Spontaneously. "Hahaha!..." We are both staring at each other and laughs at our prosecution. "That was weird!." She exclaims with a laugh on her face "Really!." I nod She seems cool!. . . Later on, The food is been served. We start eating and we can barely talk, we are eating like starved animals. "OMG, it's so delicious!." I exclaim with food-filled in my mouth. Not very nice to see. "Hahaha...!." She laughs at me Immediately chew, swallow the food and I wipe my mouth. "Sorry!." I exclaim She is still laughing, it's sound more like a mockery to me. "If my friends see you...!..." She exclaims without concluding her statement. I can't get why!. It's kind of embarrassing. "Which friends?. What are you talking about?." I get nervous "Never mind!." She holds her laugh. "Stop giving me attitudes and eat your food!." She smiles back at me. Then we continue to eat. I don't want to talk again. Until I finish eating. . . When we got done eating and drinking, We moved out of the restaurant. Now, We are strolling, on our way to the campus. I guess she has a room too. "So you live on campus?." She inquires "Yes!.." I drag my words, like "we all live on campus!." Weird question. "Those rooms are so small!. How do you cope?." "Really?." I exclaim "It's obvious!." She gets stunned at my question "I love, bigger rooms like I got more space for my self. Anyway, I'm happy because I don't stay on campus!. I have my apartment. It's not too far from her!. You can come someday." She describes. "Wow, cool. Regardless, I'm contented with my room!." I confide "Yeah, that it's surely because you come from Africa!." She careless and arrogantly exclaims This is like a slap in my face. I frown at her audacity. "No!." I get hostile She feels my change in tone. "Whatever, I don't want to fight over it!." She moves ahead I stay back without following her. "Like seriously!." She turns back her face into my direction, whispering to her self. She stops and waits for me. I remain stagnant, gazing at her, frowning "Sorry..!." She moves back to me, pulling her words along. I don't say anything. "Can we move now?." She clenched my hand. "Africa is a nice place with human beings like you and me!." I clarify, illustrating with my hands pointing in her direction. "Noted, professor!." She exclaims with a weary look, rolling her eyes at the same time faking a nap. It's unusual and very funny. "Like seriously!." I walk away hiding my laughter, just to tease her. "Sorry... Sorry!..." She pursues me.