Chapitre 19: CHAPTER 17

Mishek Kaunda (POV)

I sighed as I looked at the huge pile of files on my desk. How could they do that to me so early in the morning?

I wanted to cry just looking at the workload, but what could I do when that was the path that I picked from the start?

However, anyone would literally go crazy just looking at it.

Did I offend anyone? I couldn’t help but wonder as I went through the files, glaring at me and begging to be done.

And thinking of what that nosy and crazy girl said before leaving my office. I just wanted to put a sack over her head and beat the crap out of her.

“Why should my life be this tough? Maybe starting my own business would be the best idea! I should have listened to him!” I couldn’t help but lament for loud as I regretted my life choices.

Being at the age of thirty-three years old, I can firmly say that I have lived my life the way that I wanted.

Everything I have done, or the majority of it, was something that I would never regret ever.

However, here I was regretting not listening to that person.

Being an accountant in a huge firm like the one that I was working at. I am part of a team that is responsible for the bigshot clients.

I have always loved numbers, or should I say, money in particular.

Life was very bad for me actually when I was young. Poverty is not something that anyone can just brag about and be content with.

I was not an only child and one of the seven from my parents. It seemed that when other parents were busy trying to find means of making their lives better, mine were busy procreating and bringing more children into the world.

I was the fifth child of my parents and since we were many; it was also very hard for me or the others to be satisfied or get what we wanted.

It was rare for us to get new clothes, for everything was always passed down items or second-hand goods.

I never really resented my parents, for despite their struggle, they never really abandoned us. We ate what was there although it wasn’t enough and for that; I am grateful for that.

It wasn’t easy to raise all of us. The government did its part and our parents also did the same.

However, I never wanted to die like that and only knew about poverty for the rest of my life.

I was ambitious from a young age, which made me start working part time from an early age as well.

Although it wasn’t much, it was still better than having nothing. And life became even better when I was in high school. At least I could hustle and do other kinds of jobs that I couldn’t do when I was young.

It was also during that period when I found a new side of myself that stressed me so much that I had suicidal thoughts.

It was also around that time that I met him, my savior and the person that I regret not listening to.

But I guess now I would have to have a talk with him and see how I could sort this problem out if my superiors were going to keep on sabotaging me the way they were.

However, when I went to university, I took an accountant degree which I passed with flying colors.

After graduation, I worked in three companies, with the firm that I am working at being the third one and the longest where I have worked.

It’s been five years, and honestly, everything should be good. After all, I was repeatedly promoted and other colleagues were envious of me. However, it seemed that jealousy was becoming a problem and now I was suffering the consequences of it.

Looking at the ten files waiting to be done before the weekends, I couldn’t help but try my best to recall how I offended the manager in the first place.

And as I was thinking about it, there was a knock at my door.

Raising my head from the files, I looked towards the door and opened my mouth, saying, “Get inside!”

There was no need for me to make things difficult, for only colleagues would be bothering me at a time like this and no one else.

The door opened, and I saw the new intern, one of my favorite interns, who was wearing a grey skirt and white blouse with an identity tag hanging around her neck.

Seeing her made me smile, completely erasing the solemn expression that was on my face earlier.

No matter what, I shouldn’t let my juniors see my mood. That would be bad for me and the company. It was not strange to get rumors flying around.

“Good morning, sir,” the young intern greeted politely.

“Good morning to you too, Chiedza. How may I help you?” I asked, since I wasn’t sure what the other wanted.

I didn’t call for her, nor did she have an assignment to deliver to me.

Chiedza looked at me as she wiggled her fingers and, judging from the way she was acting; I could sense that something was going on.

“Please, take a seat and be comfortable. Don’t overthink!” I was a bit worried that Chiedza might be having some troubles at work.

And since I was more of her senior supervisor, it was also my job to listen to her worries. I wasn’t the kind of person who would just sit and watch when a colleague was in trouble.

Chiedza sat down fidgetly as she looked at me, and that was making me more worried than before.

“Chiedza, is everything okay?” I asked once again, hoping that she would tell me about it and stop making me curious.

Chiedza looked at the files on my desk, and her expression seemed to worsen.

I looked at her and then the files and began to wonder if the little girl knew about something.

But before I could even ask about it, Chiedza opened her mouth and began to speak, “Sir, umm, I know that what I will say right now would definitely piss you off but promise me that you will not overreact!” her eyes eagerly waiting for a positive answer.

That was the kind of request a person would make when bearing very bad news.

And judging from the way she was acting; I was now very sure that I wasn’t going to like the news at all.

Must I really listen to it or not?

I began to contemplate life once more.

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