Chapter Seven : Mushraff employs Franca

Alfred drove her home. And saw her Mom. He made provisions for them and eyed her. It was getting to ten pm local time.

She waved her head in the negative. Hoping he did not understand her, or he should reason with her, she gave him a clear gesture that as her Mom was home she would not be out.

But what she failed to tell Alfred which he would have gladly accepted was to sleep over in their house with her.

How would she even think of that? A billionaire? to leave his mansion? and pass a night in a low house on the street of a rowdy town? It has never happened before.

And even if such a thing that has never happened before could now happen, not when her family is around.

Her Mom may tactically approve of it, if not openly, with reasons everybody knows.

But she can never even remember to tell him to even kiss her in the presence of her family even with her mother's approval.

" I have to go now to get rest. To remind you," Alfred informed her," your friend Francesca is to start her duty tomorrow. She has a good resume," he said "And because you know her, she will join the contracts negotiation team. I hope it's Okay?" he asked.

He drove away. He has a meeting tomorrow and the new in-house architect Francesca Dominic will be introduced to the management.

The Mushraff HQ was a large building. It was bought and renovated to taste to complement what Mushraff property stands for Beauty and Strength.

He drove in, sharp nine, local time, and the security swarm around the Pagani.

So, they do until he vanishes into his office or out of the HQ.

For a billionaire who drives alone on these dangerous roads but inside, in his secluded office, security swarm like bees in their honeycomb looks like a waste of salary.

He drives home alone and goes into a recluse in his mansion. Only by instinct, he goes out and in such an outing, anything that happens is fate-driven. When he saw Helena, he knew it was fate and nobody even the poor could dodge fate.

Helena cannot dodge him. But he prays to change for her. She and his son, the son unseen, but he heard of, are the only two things that make him happy.

Though he is not God-fearing, he will love Helena and she will love him. It is fate.

The meeting started as he just arrived.

He recommended Arc Francesca Dominic for employment as an in-house architect.

The company was not recruiting but he recommended her for employment as a personal friend of Helena.

He introduced her in the plenary meeting. She came into her office to get a one-to-one explanation of her service.

"You are not a stranger now" he put every familiarity aside to screw into Franca she must be trusted, and she must serve for the betterment of Mushraff as a member of the contracts negotiation team.

Francesca kept nodding, noting some of the things he was saying or questions she would ask but she was writing down something.

" Our philosophy: To build beautiful and strong homes. And we do it with professionalism." Alfred said," You should know your communication skills, BATNA and ZOPA." he told her.

They have to work closely. Now he has to know if there had been any financial misappropriation or where scaling down was not down for any fraudulent act.

He drove in at 9 p.m. from the office. He had called Helena if she was at home because she went to the office by ten a.m. to seek a casual leave and it was granted.

Helena's mother had asked her about her relationship with their benefactor.

"Mom. I don't know. He said he loves me."

"Whoa! Where is he from?" her mother required.

Helena looked at her countenance, it was a picture of a go-ahead.

" Mom, I want my peace," she repeated. Something she always sings like a song to her each time she expresses worry that she is not mixing up but waiting for Ruud.

"Your peace. Peace without money, Helena? A man who has saved your mother and is still doing all this? You don't want to marry?" she asked.

Despite the hour, the black Range bulletproof drove in after a toot.

He had told her he was coming. The law of fate is like the law of gravity.

In Alfred's mansion, she asked herself," Am I succumbing or what?"

She was enclosed in his arm, the left arm, the other hand's fingers fiddling into her hair and the left leg weaved in between her legs that the head of his peaked penis pushed the portion of her nightdress in front of it into some space and she was twitching in her anus.

"Alfred, I don't know what you bargained with Mom. Just leave me. Alfred left me. Oohh. Lord."

"Angel."

"Leave me first. "

He freed his leg only and cooed." I did not bargain anything other than she should plead to you. Which is normal." said Alfred.

She wanted to turn and face up but that may be worse.

Positioned in a missionary way, is an expressway for a man sex hungry to land on someone and have his way.

"And to me, now am already wet and have been holding my breath."

She remained lying on one side and told him " You are married and you are lying to me"

"Angel. I am not married even before." Alfred, saying that asked," What will I gain to tell my wife a lie?"

"Am your wife? Okay, let me ask you." Helena, at last, turned herself, face up, not looking at the ceiling anyway.

Her face was like the face of an angel trapped in a sinful world. Her arms, across, under her breasts locked in doubt. How did it all happen?

Alfred, looking at the silent face of the Angelic replica, gently caressed the jaw.

He was cute even in the gray pajamas. If she were outspoken, or like others, she would be the one toasting him. A billionaire dude!

But such is life. Nobody has seen Love. We only say how we know. It is not blind.

"Why do you insist on loving me, seeing that I am not loveable?" she asked Alfred and told him to answer her quickly because of time.

It was 7 am and the birthday will start at 4 pm local time.

"After the birthday," said Alfred.