The Occurence Of The Blue Moon

Eighteen years later.

"You're fired!" Alexandro Kings shouted at the man who cowered by the wall.

The poor man expected this verdict but when it came, it still filled him with trepidation and anxiety. "Please sir, I'll rectify the situation."

"Don't bother, the deed's been done. No fucking way of rectifying it." He barked.

"Please sir, I have children at ho...."

But he cut him off, "That one's not my issue, James. You fucked up at your work. That child died because you didn't do your job. You're the manager of that orphanage for crying out loud!

because of that, you're fucking fired. Use the door or I'll throw you out myself!" He glared at James, at this rate, James knows better than to keep begging.

James jerked upright and scurried out of the office.

His secretary, Mrs Brown--more like personal assistant--shook her head slowly, she kept her voice as soft as possible because knowing Sandro for as long as she had, she could recognize this particular mood. She waited patiently till he walked out of his office.

"The fifth, Sandro."

He moved his eyes to meet hers, "What?, Maria."

"James is the fifth person you fired this month." she said quietly.

"He is?, I didn't realize. Go back to work, Maria. I'm not in the mood." He growled.

Maria knows when to choose her battles, after knowing him for five years. Seeing the way all those muscles that was barely hidden in the suit jacket rippled momentarily, she knows that this is not one of those moments.

So, she nodded her head and led herself out of the office. He was built like a tank. Like a wrestler. And, he has the moods to go with it.

He sure looks like he wants to beat someone up now and that was also the reason why she turned and walked out of the office.

Not because she feared he was gonna beat her...never. But because he was trying not to throw something in rage.

As his secretary, her office was just outside his. Her heels clicked the ground as she walked to her chair and lowered her self in it.

The first call came in immediately and she proceeded to answer it. As she did, she heard the loud crash of a glass from the inner office. Followed by another crash and another crash.

She sighed. There goes the new flowers she used to beautify his office, this morning. At least they have served their purpose, which is to serve as a let-out for his anger.

It's either the flowervasts or real office properties that will cost him a fortune to replace. Something he does without breaking much sweat.

"Oh, yes,, sir. Have a nice day." Mara Brown said witha sweet smile at last before she hung up the call

The door opened and the newbie, Kara, walked into Maria's office, her brown eyes wide with fear. She must have overheard the boss with the fomer manager. His barks and growls can be quiet scary.

"Who's he, Mrs Brown?" she whispered as she took the seat opposite hers, her wide eyes beseeching hers.

Maria smiled sadly as she dropped the telephone. She focused on the girl, "Alexandro Michael King. Thirty years old and climbing fast.

He's an half caste, from an Italian mother and a Nigerian father. He was raised in Italy by his aunty from the maternal side, Aurora, my good friend. but he came back to Nigeria six years ago to take over the company when his Uncle died. He owns a lot of businesses including the best orphanage here.

Before he took over the company, he was a well-known fighter. He's skilled in kung-fu, Taekwando, hand to hand, etc. A very handsome devil, I tell you. With the bluest eyes you've ever seen.

That shirt he's wearing is trying to tame the rippling massive muscles he possesses, every man in this company knows when to choose their battle especially when he's in a bad mood..like right now." She paused, "They call him.... The blue-eyed devil."

"Really?, isn't that nick a little overrated?" Kara was so taken by this story. Of course, it makes her more scared of her boss but thst was beside the point.

Maria smiled sadly, "He's got the bluest of eyes. And, you won't fault them about the 'Devil' part of it though. Just make sure to keep out of his way, Kara. Trust me, that is the best advice anyone who works in this company can ever give you."

Then, the older woman smiled and added, "Either that, or you should transfer to another branch."

Karla was now looking so terrified. "What about his parents?."

"No one knows about them, he never talks about them." No one talks about them, not Sandro or even Aurora.

"Oh God!, what if I don't get my job done well. Will he beat me?" Karla shivered visibly and Maria had to laugh.

"No dear. I've known Sandro for a long time. He's a nice man even if it's hard to see, but when he's angry or in a bad mood...which is almost all time. He roars, barks, throws things, even deck the guy responsible but he never beats a woman. I've never seen him try it at all.

Cassandra who works at the down floor did something that the boss would have decked a man hands down for. He was so angry, he was practically spitting fire but he never laid a hand on her out of anger."

Karla breathed deeply, "That's comforting."

"Don't worry about it, just try to get your job done and there won't be a problem at all." Maria encouraged the young woman.

"OK, I will. Thanks, Maria." She got up and walked towards the door.

"And, Kara?" Mrs brown's voice filled the air again.

Kara turned behind, "Yes?"

"He might never lay his hand on any woman but bear in mind that he hates our gender so much, and no one knows why exactly. Just do your work appropriatingly and stay out of his way."

"Noted, ma'am. Thank you so much." She turned and walked out of Maria's door.

Maria looked back at the closed door of her boss and shook her head. He has so much bitterness in him.

She doesn't know his story, but she really hopes that one day there won't be a bitterness left inside Sandro.

And she also hopes that the day comes pretty soon...because he's gradually loosing the last shreds of his humanity.

Alexandro King took a deep breath thirty minutes after he sent his secetary, Maria, away. He tried to calm himself, he reclined on his office chair.

He even shouted at Maria, he doesn't like shouting at the older woman at all. She's a good friend of his aunt.

His aunty, Aurora, the woman that practically raised him liked Maria immediately she entered the company to visit him five years ago. They became good friends and Maria had always been very good woman and secretary to him.

Sometimes, she even looked at him with motherly eyes...

His heart hardened. He's nobody's son at all.

His mother established that fact when she lost interest in taking care of him twenty years ago, she turned to alcohol and smoking. Gianna was never any body's idea of a mother. She was very bitter.

Ronald, her husband--his father--always neglected her. never being at home, smoking and drinking, even drugs.

He'll always come back home in the middle of the night; drunk, stinking of drugs slurring around. He'll end up falling asleep anywhere his head lands first.

That is, if he doesn't beat him mother first...or him.

Then, in the morning, his mother will ask him where he went to. That will always result to an abusive answer, his mother will reign insults and lastly, Ronald will end it all by pouncing on her white body and beating her to black and blue...or in her case, red and red. Again.

He snapped himself back to reality. No trip down the memory lane, buster, it'll only end badly. He cautioned himself.

Back in reality, he was faced with anger again. A child died at the orphanage. All because James, is former manager, couldn't do his work properly.

The child had a little accident while playing outdoor with the other children, she fell from a tree and landed with her chest. She wasn't bleeding or anything and because of that, they'd dismissed the matter.

By the time they found out the girl was bleeding internally and took her the orphanage hospital, she'd died.

He took a deep breath, his head pounding. He doesn't want any of those children dying. Those children who had no parents, who lived the streets...like him.

His phone rang then, pulling him outof his own thoughts. He glanced at the caller, Big boobs 3.

He left the phone to keep ringing, his hand booting his monitor back on, and went back to typing.

He doesn't want her acquaintance this evening. He doesn't even know her name, not that it's something unusual for him, because it's not.

To him, women are just a talking pussy and boobs with a pair of legs. He fûcks her, she enjoys it, he enjoys it, he pays her, she fúcks off. Period.

That was his life.

Though sometimes, he can compromise a bit. He fúcks her, she enjoys it, he enjoys her more than usual, he makes an arrangement with her, he fúcks her for a week and all through the week anything she wants is hers, she agrees, they have a deal. Period.

The reason why he always offers a week is that he knows that he'll get tired of her before the week ends, he always does.

Women love money a lot, he has the money a lot, he loves sêx just like every other guy out there, they give it to him, he pays them off.

That's his life.

He doesn't keep girlfriends, no way. He doesn't do relationship at all. He hates women too much to try.

Besides, it's still that sêx, the difference is that you'll only be getting it from one woman and they'll expect some emotional Mombo Jombo.

He doesn't do emotions. Ever.

The only woman he cares about is the woman that practically raised him, his aunty Aurora. The woman that took him in one year after his mother died and he went to jail.

Apart from her, others are a piece of pussies to him. Women also find him handsome, that one is only but a bonus compared to his wealth.

He doesn't fūcking care about what they think or how they see him...or what they think.

He got up from the office and took his suit jacket, "I'm going home, Maria. Keep me updated."

Maria nodded her head, it's a good idea. "Okay, sir."

Everyone cleared from his way as he took the elevator down the buildiing and made him way out of the lobby. He entered his vehicle at the parking lot and drove off. His mind keeps going back to that girl that died in his orphange.

He needs a distraction. Something to clear his mind with.

Keeping one hand at the steering wheel, he used the other one to pull his phone out from his pocket. It isn't hard to find the last number that called him several minutes ago.

"Hi, Sandro." she sounded so happy.

Well, she should be, considering it's been weeks he last called her. He was done with her to be exact, but he needed her expertise on a day as frustrating as this.

"Hello, bella mia." He drawled, his Italian accent standing out more than usual.

"How can I be your beauty, when you've forgotten about me. Its been so long" he could practically see her pouting at the other side of the phone.

Till today, he still can't begin to figure out the reason why every woman thinks she's special. None of them are. Just bunch of pûssies.

He rolled his eyes, "Sorry, Cara mia. Dinner at seven, you know the hotel. What do you say?" he mentally tried to remember which of the hotels he took Big ass 3 to.

Can't afford to make the mistake of taking her to the hotel he took Fine Face 4 or Big boobs 2, that'll be fuckery.

"Of course, I know the hotel, Sandro and I know that I'm not really your beloved." She laughed naughtily, "Aphrodisiac Hotels, right?" she whispered.

Dang. "Yea, right. Aphrodisiac Hotels." He almost called Erotica Hotels, thank God that the flee-brain reminded him.

"I'll meet you there at eight."

"Sounds great." He answered and hanged the call.

The rest of the drive he tried to put his mind together. He pulled over to the garage of his property, killed the engine but he didn't get out of the car. He carried his face with his hand. He wasn't feeling any better.

Even the promise of a good sêx with a better blowjob is starting to feel old to him.

Everything's getting old to him.

Everything's starting to loose its value to him. Even money.

Leaving him...cold.

Christiana finished dressing up for her new job and stared at herself in the mirror.

Beautiful. She was dressed in a professional white suit gown, and a flat white shoe to go with it. It is her first day at work. She hopes that she'll make an impression.

"Oh, Christiana. You're going to bag that job, in Jesus name..." she whispered to herself as she turned around to stare at her back, "Amen."

She got out of her house and locked her door. Her eyes automatically went to TheKings. She glared at the huge mansion.

Too bad it belongs to that rude and arrogant man! All those flowers are wasted there. All of them.

She sighed in regret and turned towards her gate. No thinking about her horrible neighbour. Today's her first day at work. She does not need anybody to ruin it for her.

That in mind, she turned and walked out of her gate.

An hour later, she arrived in front of the orphanage. Smiling gratefully, she paid the taxi driver and waved at him cheerfully as he drove off.

Then, she stood in front of the orphanage, looking at the big building. Her plans broke out in sweat.

You're going to be fine, Christiana. It's a job interview not a visit from God. You shouldn't be so nervous. It's either you get the job or you don't.

The pep talk didn't work. She wiped her sweaty palms against her gown. She stood there for a long long time.

Finally, she stared at her wristwatch. A gasp tore from her lips. It's just five minutes remaining before the interview!

It's now or never, Christiana.

With her head high, she stepped into the big gate that was boldly written Hope Regained Orphanage at the very top of it. The gate man waved at her and she waved right back, smiling at him.

In the lobby, she walked straight to the receptionist's desk. A very beautiful woman in her prime, who's bored were knitted as she typed away on the computer in front of her.

Christiana cleared her throat to indicate her presence. The woman looked up from her computer towards her. She smiled and gestured for her to walk closer.

She did. "Good morning, ma'am. I'm looking to the manager of this building, I have an appointment with him."

The woman was still smiling kindly, "I take it, you're the Home Emergency Nurse that was gonna come today?"

"Yes, ma'am. That's me."

"You're welcome, beautiful." the friendly receptionist shook hands with her, "As for the manager..." she glanced at the computer screen in front of her, then suddenly a man walked into the reception. ".....I think you just found him." she pointed at the man.

Christiana smiled and took in the man that just walked into the reception. In tailored black suit, a white shirt and tie, and a black shoe to go with it, he looks...good. He's handsome to be precise, his face was also friendly as he waved at the receptionist.

He began walking towards them. Christiana mentally prepared herself for meeting the manager.

He stopped in front of her, staring at the receptionist, "Good morning, Mrs Martin."

"Good morning, sir. This young woman was just looking for you, she's the newest in Hope." The woman had shortened the name of the orphanage to Hope.

The manager gazed at me assessingly for a few seconds. He extended his hands, "I take it you're the nurse."

"That's me, sir." Christiana took the hand he extended.

"Let's go to my office while waiting for the boss, he wants to check you out himself." The man already led the way while Christiana followed.

Right. The boss. She just remembered.

Was that supposed to make her more nervous? Is it normal around here, the owner of the orphanage coming by himself to interview people?

"I take it the boss comes by himself to examine every new employee to be hired." Christiana said.

"Nope. Infact I heard you're the first he will be interviewing and hiring himself." The man provided as they entered the elevator. "It must have really hurt him when Lia died last week."

Christiana was trying to control her summersaulting heart when she heard the last one. She turned abruptly as the elevator began moving, and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Someone died? What happened!?"

He spared her a glance, and shrugged sadly. "It's kind of a long story but you'll be hearing about it soon enough when you start working here. Lia is one of the orphaned children here, I heard she died out of carelessness from our parts."

"You heard?"

"Yes, I heard. I'm also new here, nurse. The boss fired the last manager after that incident." He provided.

It's wasn't making her feel any better at all. Not only did a child die, but this boss must be really strict.

Silence descended as the elevator opened and they walked out of it. They passed three doors before they arrived at one with the writings on the door... 'The Manager.'

He opened the door and they walked in. "Here's my office. But, we ain't staying here, we're going to the main office, the boss will be arriving quickly."

Minutes later, she was seated at the chair of a very big office that was well decorated and arranged. The books on the desk well packed, the tiles well scrubbed, everything looked almost brand new.

He began working, typing away on the keyboards with all concerntration on what he's doing. Her eyes followed his movements, for lack of better things to do. If she doesn't keep herself occupied, she'll have a nervous meltdown.

A call came in for the manager. Reaching for the telephone, he placed it to his ear and began a business discussion.

She sat down there for more than twenty minutes, her butts started protesting.

She got up and walked to the window, for lack of better things to do. It has a very beautiful view. Tall houses, sky scrapers and beautiful houses. This is indeed a city for the rich.

Oh God! There was a beautiful view outside the window, lots of house. She'd never....

The door bust opened immediately, the manager walked in, looking very formal and down-to-business.

He held the door for the other man to walk in, he entered then.

He wore a well tailored immaculate white suit, his shoes so shiny, one can actually use it for a mirror. But his face....

Christiana stood frozen to the wall, her eyes wide open.

Oh God! This can't be happening!

She stared into her boss's face, the deep blue eyes she saw this very morning. The one that made rude and unholy remarks about her...and the last but not the least, the face she planted her palm on before running out in anger.

His eyes pinned on hers and flashed with recognition.

She knew she was done for.

In her mind, she'd already imagined herself going back to the convent, going back home and maybe it's just for the best, she missed home.

She looked back at her boss's face. Oh yes, he remembered her very well, because he pinned her with that deep blue eyes and his mouth twitched cynically.

"You." Was all he said.