Dining with the enemies

Amira combed her hair carefully, looking into the reflection of herself in the mirror. She sipped her coffee and picked up the picture on her dressing table. It was taken seven years ago when she was leaving this country to another.

She selected a red gown from her closet which had the most exquisite collections. She placed it back in it’s place and moved to the shoe rank, she stood fixed for a while trying to make a decision on what to pick but she was unable to.

After standing for what seem like an hour she decided to close her eyes to make a preference that she was going to settle for no matter the outcome. She wore a smile after the result and thought, ‘it couldn’t have been any perfect'.

She headed back to her dressing table, there were a lot of body lotions for different part of her body, she applied a few and got into the business of dressing up.

When she was done, she thought highly of her looks. She was tall and elegant, she bore looks like that of a princess, with skin that is as fair as porcelain, almond shaped eyes and thin pink lips, she was an epitome of beauty who had an old school girl charm. She was of great attitude and awesome potentials, she was idolized by many.

Fredrickson Amira, the only daughter and second child of the multi billionaire Fredrickson Daniel, who commanded a large chain of businesses, in the business world he was the don.

The Fredrickson's Empire was an organization that had over 20-30 league of business under one flag. They were into textile industry, tea plantation, programming and software development, copper manufacturing, mining, recycling, Agriculture and hotel management amongst others.

Fredrickson Daniel, an easy going kind of man, hardworking, decisive and refined. He demonstrated exemplary strength even while aging.

His success story comes with a lot of rejections and disappointment which were the stumbling block to his stepping stones.

He never stopping telling the society that his late wife played a significant role in the development of himself as well as his empire.

The Impact of my late wife in my success can not be over emphasis was his regular line. Late Mrs. Cristina Fredrickson was the strong pillar that never collapsed during his hard time, she was wise, brilliant, stunning and a wonder woman. No doubt Amira is the direct replica of her late mom, she died during the birth of Amira.

Amira felt the absence of her mom sometimes but with the help of Mrs. Cynthia who was a motherly figure to the family, she contributed a great deal in bringing up the kids when their mother passed. Their father consider her a very dedicated and compassionate person with subliminal attributes, she hasn’t proven to be otherwise all her years working for him. Although he wasn’t happy that only a few people knew she isn’t the mother to Amira and Clinton that made him feel like a part of his wife had been forgotten. He randomly console himself with the fact that Mrs. Cynthia was doing an incredible job raising his kids and treats them exactly the way their late mom would have. They both banged great grades in their high school and better grades in their colleges, how comforting that was for a busy business man like him who rarely had time to put his children in check.

Clinton Fredrickson, the heir to The Fredrickson's Empire, an handsome looking young man, the most eligible bachelor in town, only a few of his peers were a little close to achieving his achievements. Respectful, diligent, calm, cool and a lot more of phenomenal personalities made him the pride of his father. Life gave Mr. Fredrickson and his late wife a fair share as Clinton also share amazing characteristics with his father.

The wind blew softly but cold, it caressed Amira hair laying them back on her shoulder after swinging them in different directions. Her feet marched in order and the aura of her beauty left men waggling their tongues as she stepped in majestically to join the soiree organized by her father for Clinton who had just sealed the biggest deal of the century. She had decided to use the opportunity to surprise them with her arrival.

The music was slow and so melodious, it captured the heart of many and a lot danced in accordance with the rhythm.

Amira's heart ached as they played the music her and her boyfriend loved the most and sang word for word. It was the same song Clinton had used to teach her the first dancing steps she learnt. She couldn’t wait to show him how much danced steps she knew now, her boyfriend was talented and one of his numerous talents was dancing, so she could place a bet that she was doing much more better than her brother when it comes to dancing.

Clinton hardly removed his eyes from his phone as the meeting with share holder went on, it was somewhat obvious that he was expecting someone and his father couldn’t help but notice. He only wished that the person his son was this eager to see was the lady they had been waiting to meet all this while.

Clinton looked up from his phone where his gaze had been all this while and his face met with his father’s. They stared at each other for a while trying to convey their words through gestures.

Maybe his father’s wish were finally coming true, he thought. He has been seeing this lady for a while now, the butterfly in his belly seem not to stop playing so hard. His heart kept racing and he couldn’t stop thinking about her, the sparkle in her eyes, her smile, her carriage and charisma was all he could think of all day. It was as if she had him wrapped under her pretty fingers.