Capítulo 10: Chapter Eleven_ What Are You Doing Here??

What in the world is my mother doing in my office and presently of all times? I got up from my seat, ruffled my hair, and walked toward Valerie, who was staring at me like I was wearing a mask. As I held her hand, I said, "Come with me." "Where would you like me to go? You don't think I'll follow you like a wet dog, do you?" She asked as she released her hand from mine. "I have a potential visitor, so we don't have time to argue about this. Do you want to remain here and watch us talk while you stare at our lips?" I asked her with a curved eyebrow. I relievedly sighed and entered the door's password after she didn't say a word. The entryway of my office tolled open and fortunately Valerie was at that point inside before my mother strolled in like she claimed my office. "Mom, it's nice to see you in my office," she said. I pecked her on both of her cheeks as I walked toward her. "You don't appear thrilled to have me here, do you?" As if the response to that weren't obvious enough, she asked. "Mon, kindly take a load off, I realize that anything that brought you here should be significant, kindly proceed the primary subject," I said while loosening up well on my turn seat and whirling gradually on it. "Christine, this isn't the best way to talk to your mom; I'm not your business partner or competitor; treat me with respect," you said. She boomed with outrage. Sincerely speaking, I am unaware of her sudden annoyance. I'm not in the mood right now to attend such an act because my mother can be dramatic at times. "Mom, I have a thirty-minute meeting, so stop doing this." I kept my voice low and stared at her inquisitively. "Christine, Anita called me the previous evening." She said while gazing at me with outrage. "Christine, what does that mean?" "She called your line and didn't get through to you; she had to go out of her way to get your official line." "When you picked up her call, you didn't let her speak before you hung up on her." She asked with gritted teeth out of frustration, attempting not to yell at the top of her lungs like she had always done. "Mom, I don't have her time, but when I do, I'll call her," the child said. My reaction just made her eruption out of resentment and stood up from her seat. "She's your fiancé for Christ's sake, and you will be marrying her son. How dare you say those words so casually?" "I'm telling you this right now, you will marry Anita, whether you like it or not." "You know what your dad is capable of, right?" She asked with a sneer all over, and I couldn't resist the opportunity to laugh delicately. "Mother, I think our conversation is finished, if it's all the same to you, I should be in the meeting room," I said glaringly, however I wouldn't fret that by any means, my mother is a pin in the ass. "Christine." She called out to me in an exceptionally low tone that made my heart skirt a bit. I lean toward her hollering at me, yet when she calls out to me thusly, something should be up. No matter what my tension and pulsating heart, I actually wore a stoic expression." I replied without hesitation, "I'm right in front of you. "Do you have a woman in your life about whom I am unaware?" She inquired with a narrowed eye. I had the sudden sensation of having heat beads run down my forehead, my throat became dry, and I felt compelled to drink some water, but that would only make her more suspicious. That is something I would prefer to acknowledge but would rather not deny. "Sir, the financial backers are now hanging tight for your appearance," Ben said through the radio. That's a relief because my assistant chose to be helpful this time. After getting out of my seat, I kissed my mother's cheeks while bending down to her height and carrying my tablet and phone to her. "Allow me to walk you out or do you favor remaining here?'' I lamented saying those words the subsequent they got out of my lips, consider the possibility that she picks the primary choice. Before taking long strides out of my office and pounding her heels hard on the marble floor, she gave me a complete head-to-toe stare. Before entering the tiny apartment attached to my office, I let out a sigh of relief. "Valerie, I'm going out now, I will be back soon enough, utilize this phone on the off chance that you really want something," I told Valerie who was perched on the sofa in the small scale parlor with the television distant in her grasp. I told the investors, "Thanks for your trust in our company, I promise that you won't regret this," after we successfully completed the transaction. "Ben, I will be returning home presently, shift every one of my gatherings and arrangements to tomorrow." After instructing Ben, I made my way back to my office. When I entered the parlor, Valerie was lying on the couch, and the television was still on. I sighed heavily as I closed my eyes and robbed my temple. My life is going to change such that I never envisioned it to. I don't know why, but I get the impression that I'm about to set out on a journey that will both bring me moments of peace and disaster. But regardless, I've decided to take the risk. After all, risk is inherent in life. While I was walking toward the refrigerator, I told her, "We're going home now, so stand up on your feet." In the wake of drinking a jug of chilled water, I went to where Valerie was lying and saw she hadn't moved an inch. I despise being ignored, and she is undoubtedly doing so on purpose. I strolled towards the love seat with rage. I muttered, "Valerie, I said that..." as I saw the scene in front of me.