LOGINJoyce Donald was in her place of work,chatting with a friend named Angela. They were both working as waitresses in an eatery which was popularly known as 'Yes,thanks.'
The nickname was give to the restaurant as anybody as anybody who ate there always request for more. Yes,thanks had always been the reply of most customers if they were asked, "Do you enjoy the meal?" Or "Do you want to order for more?"
"No matter how popular this place is,Angela,it will be bad if the pay refuses to increase. So many waiters and waitresses has been complaining about that," Joyce said to her friend.
"It's not as if they are not earning,Joyce. They are gaining a lot. The manager is just too stingy. He is a miser," Angela pointed out.
Felix,the manager of the restaurant approached them. Talk of the devil.
They were shocked at first but relaxed when they notice he didn't hear the gossip.
"Joyce,I want to ask you for a favor," he began. "The man at the entrance..." He paused for her to say something but went on when she didn't. "....went somewhere. Please,go there and start welcoming our customers," Felix landed.
"Do you pay me for that?" Joyce asked arrogantly. "There are so many workers,many men who could do it,why me?"
"Hey,girl! Calm down," Angela whispered to her.
"I said it's a favor, beauty," he paused. "Or you want to query my authority," he finished.
"Okay,okay. Fine. I will go but you will add the wage for it to my salary," Joyce said and dashed her way to the entrance of the restaurant.
Her boss shook his head and went back to his office.
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Joyce stood grumpily at the entrance uttering "You're welcome" to those coming in and "Thank you" to those going out of the place. Many of the customers wondered why the restaurant hired such a stern looking lady but she paid no heed to them. Most of them were just people who were only there to spend their last kobo on the food. She was sure they had no hope afterwards. They didn't even come in any fancy car,so why should she care?
She watched as a man emerged from his car,white as snow. The man as handsome as....she didn't know what to compare him with.. He got to where she was but she was not aware to open the glass made door him.
"Oh! Sorry,sir," she finally said,awake from her thoughts after his knock and opened the door for him. " You're welcome,"she said.
"Thank you," hr replied.
She repeated the words again without smiling.
The man paused and turned to her. "Smile," he ordered.
"Pardon,sir?" She said.
"Never mind," he said and went back outside. She told him thank you.
It suddenly dawned on her that such a customer might be a loss to the restaurant.
"Oh,God!" She muttered and ran to him.He turned to face her.
She spoke first. "Sir,I'm very sorry. Kindly come inside and have your order,sir," Joyce begged.
"Joyce,don't fret. I just want to take my wallet in the car," the man said surprisingly.
"How do you know my name,sir?" She asked,amazed at how a stranger could know her name.
"The name tag on your uniform reads Joyce Donald. I am Peter Andrew. Nice to meet such a beauty," he introduced and shook her hand.
After taking his wallet,she followed him back inside to take his orders and told him 'Thank you,sir' when he was leaving.
Peter Andrew started and continued to visit Joyce at the restaurant either to eat or for no reason. They had become fast friends. They chat a lot whenever he visit so she decide to ask Peter for a job that could pay her higher salary than the one she was receiving. She told him and he smiled.
"Higher salary? Is your pay here not enough for you? I mean...your expenditures," he asked.
"Exactly, Peter. My family needs money. Please, help me. I am their only hope," Joyce pleaded.
He gazed up to ponder. "Well," hr started,dropping his gaze to look at her. "I'll see what I can do. You're lucky to be a graduate. I'll look into a job for you," hr said and she thanked him.
"I'm so grateful. Thanks," Joyce appreciated.
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"How could you be so dumb to let yourself get injured? It doesn't seem to me like you love yourself at all. See how the innocent fingers are bleeding all because of your carelessness,"Joyce nagged as she treated her boss's wound, but refused to spare him a glance. She should just help with the injury, reveal the truth to his parents and leave his life for good.She had some savings from the salary she had earned. Maybe she would just set up her own hair salon. She had learnt the work even before she got admission into the university and she was quite good at it. In fact, very good.But, she had to admit that it would be so hard to forget her boss. She had thought it would be easy not until she saw him now. All the feelings she thought she had buried in her heart resurrected at his sight and even became stronger. She was still head over heels in love with her boss. And that's why she couldn't look him in the eyes now,afraid of what she woul
Joyce got home and started pondering about everything. She should just try to forget everything about her boss and move on. After all, she had submitted her resignation letter. She didn't need to go to work anymore but what would she do now? There is only one option and that is to go out and look for job. Philip, who could have been her other option, was now out of the game,all thanks to her amazing boss.Something popped up in her mind and she was immediately filled with remorse. James's parents. She lied to them. She deceived them, made them believe she was together with their son. She touched the necklace that was given to her by his mother. She had to return that and reveal the truth. She could not bear keeping it from them, especially Mrs. Andrew. She was too nice, although somehow cunning.She made a mental note to visit the Andrews the following day.She exited her room and went to the living room and saw h
"Can you at least hear me out?" James pleaded in a calmer tone. He used a hand to rub his neck and paced a few times before taking Joyce's hand and took her to his living room.She couldn't say anything. All she found herself doing was looking at him go about before settling on the large table at the center of the room before her."Joyce, I really don't know how to explain this to you for you to be really convinced,"he started and met her eyes, but she didn't utter a word so he continued," Vivian and I are just friends. Nothing more. I don't know what she has planted into your head but they are all lies,"he said, and when she opened her mouth, probably to protest, he made her swallow her unspoken words by holding her hands.He must confess,he loved the feeling. "Joyce, I love you," he revealed and watched as her gaze shifted from their hands to his face and he nodded in confirmation that he meant what he said. "I really do
James lifted her chin with his right index finger and made her to look at him while he stared at the luscious twins beneath her nose that were trembling, possibly out of fear.He smiled. "I'll recognize those lips anywhere,"he mentioned and her jaw dropped." But, I'll have to confirm, "his voice came out as a whisper now.Joyce's mouth opened and close more than usual. It seemed she suddenly forget how to talk. She couldn't make words out of her mouth. What was he trying to do? What did he mean by confirming? She was curious.James leaned his head downward slowly with his finger still under her chin. He raised his eyelids to see that she almost had her eyes closed and also leaning toward him, although with hesitation, as if she was unsure about it.Gently, but seductively, his lips touched hers but moved away too quickly. He started acting sluggishly when she suddenly seemed impatient to be connected with
Joyce opened the metal door widely and rushed in. She looked at her boss on his king sized bed and thought he was unconscious. With fear, she climbed the bed and started calling his name. She was beginning to sweat in her palms but as she lifted one of his hands in hers, he made a turn around and rested his bonce on her thighs.She hissed aloud. "Gosh, I thought he's dead. I've forgotten he sleeps like one," she complained to her relief and then pushed him gently to awake him. "James?"No response."Hey, James," she shouted but he could only snuggled closer and circled a hand around her waist. Her mouth formed an 'o' as she exclaimed, "You've got some guts, haven't you?" She uttered as her eyes drifted to where her phone was on the far edge of the bed. She would have to stretch all her body to reach it.James turned with his chest facing up. He was still fast asleep or so she thought.
When he closed at the office, he went home to have a nap. He was very tired but all he planned was a few minutes nap before he would eat and return Joyce's phone. He got to his large living room which has a few painting of his pictures on the walls. The colors of the curtains and chairs are the same which was chocolate brown against the cream colored walls. He dropped his briefcase carelessly on the sofa, took off his suit, tie and shoes and let them assemble on the tiled floor as he walked to his room, almost with closed eyes. He fell softly on his bouncy bed and his planned nap turned into hours of sleep with Joyce's phone in his hand as he sprawled on the bed. Joyce got to his living room burning with anger from what Vivian had told her. She didn't know where she got her address from but she had been there to confirm all her fears and doubts. She wasn't surprised at all. She c