Yesterday s Whisper

"Can you stop calling me? This is barely 6am and I'm trying to get some sleep. You need to get a life, Trey. This can't work." I heaved a sigh, as I responded to the call that had me up from sleep.

Ever since I ended things with my boyfriend. I had been greeted every morning with incessant calls and messages. He would often cry via the call or send long paragraphs of text on how sorry he was with the way he treated me.

Just like always, a call came in the morning. Not bothered to check who the caller was. I quickly hung up the call, in a bit to catch some sleep, just before the sun was up.

The call persisted for a moment, forcing sleep out of my eyes.

I grunted, squeezed my fist into a tight fit then hit it on the bed. I rolled over to the edge of the bed, picked up the phone, answered the call without a second thought.

"Abigail, are you okay? Who's Trey?" the voice from the other end of the line responded back.

On the realization of who the person was. I placed my hands over my mouth as my cheeks blushed bright pink. What had I just done?

"Sorry, dad. I thought it was someone else. Nevermind all I said." I responded with a slight heave, my hands clung tightly to my bed sheets.

There was a moment of silence. I kept wondering how I made such a mistake. I knew I was used to the routine of Trey calling every morning but then I should have just checked.

"Come to the balcony. We've business to discuss."

"Business? Is everything..." I was about to ask when he dropped the call on me.

One thing I've come to know about my father over the years, was that he never liked to repeat himself more than once.

I found my way to the balcony.

Father's shoulder was broad, I could vividly remember how I hid from my mom behind his back when I was much younger. That had been one of those few times when I saw him smile. His back was against me as he looked over the outskirt of the city.

"I'm here, dad." I called out with a slight cough to get his attention.

"Have a seat," he said, his back still against me.

After what felt like forever, he turned over. Walked towards where I sat and dropped a file on the table.

"Open it," he commanded.

I took hold of the file and opened it up. It was a stack of printed papers. More like audits of the company. 

"Dad, what's this,?" I asked as I flipped through the papers.

"We are at the edge of losing our company."

I stopped dead in my tracks. My eyes glued to the various negative remarks on the audits. How could this be? There's no way my dad's company was going to fold. It didn't fold during the pandemic, it certainly won't now.

"Dad, that can't be so. I mean we have been at this stage before and we got out of it. We can't let it happen. We must do everything to have it back."