Rude Ameera and the Lonely CEO

                               20:03, Jan. 18, 2022.

 Ameera was in such a good mood that she didn’t care about the drizzling.

She hopped happily down the pedestrian and stood impatiently when she reached the crosswalk.

It wasn’t green yet.

 It was going to be a joyous night. Sabastian would be incredibly happy to hear the news.

But first, she needed to give her manager a heads up. She rummaged through her bag for her phone and hastily put a call through to Martha.

 “Hello,” the voice came up on the other end.

 “Marthaaaa!!!” Ameera squeaked, she was too happy to contain her breath. She saw the traffic light turn green and began to cross the road.

 “Relax, what is it?” “Sabastian and I,” She paused to catch her breath. “…we’re having a ba—”

Ameera squinted her eyes at the oncoming car. It was speeding, and it seemed like the driver had no intention of stopping.

The phone slipped out of her hand, the blinding headlights making her close her eyes for a few seconds, and crashhhhh! She found herself rolling over the windscreen of the car, and falling on the ground with a thud.

 She couldn’t speak, neither could she move a finger. She tried to scream but no word came out of her mouth. She had only one thing in mind before she fell unconscious—her baby. Her poor precious baby.

THREE MONTHS LATER

“Don’t you think I should have you fired right now?” Luther’s voice was calm but deadly.

 The shareholders shivered in their seats, wishing the meeting would get over soon. Although the CEO’s words weren’t meant for any of them, they all felt uncomfortable.

 The CEO’s assistant’s head almost touched the ground as he bowed apologetically. “Forgive me, sir.”

 “Modify the proposition.” Luthur spoke and his assistant bowed again.

 “The meeting has been postponed.” Having said that, he stood up on his feet, buttoning his tuxedo.

The shareholders rose to their feet at once, lowering their eyes.

 Without casting a glance at any of them, Luther walked out of the conference room.

 “What’s next on my schedule?” He asked his assistant, who was trotting in order to keep up with his pace.

They were walking down the hallway, to the elevator.

 Gabriel went through his boss’ schedule for the day and said, “you are paying the woman a visit at the hospital.”

 Luther stooped in his tracks and turned around, “today is Friday?”

 “Yes, Sir.” Gabriel replied, biting his lip to stop him from clicking his tongue.

 Luther let out a gusty sigh before turning back around. He resumed his long strides. He despised going to that hospital to see that woman.

 “You should be the one going there, you know?” He sneered, as he came to a halt in front of an elevator.

 Gabriel quickly punched on the button and stood behind him. “Why should that be me?” He frowned, pouting, Luther turned around and gave him a deadly glare.

If only looks were daggers, Gabriel would be six feet beneath the earth right now. He gulped uneasily, biting on his lower lip.