I DON'T TRUST HER

Senior Larson was a bit annoyed with her angry behaviour, but held his peace and said, "You can just call a taxi and where did you and Brent go today?"

Senior Larson thought, 'Junior only behaves this way when he is angry, also when his Mother decided to plan his wedding he was so displeased, so how is it he took her out today? What exactly is going on?'

He looked at Rosanna wondering, 'What is she planning,' when she said, "He and Miss you know who went on a field trip to one of the factories, so I joined them." 

Senior Larson laughed, "You mean Miss Albert?"

"Got it! "

Brent Senior noticed her facial expression and knew immediately she was jealous. "I am glad, she is quite taken with what is happening at the factory, so I told Junior to take her along with him."

"So, do you agree with her sitting on board meetings and equally holding a keycard to the Larson building?" Rosanna questioned.

Senior Larson exploits the opportunity to reveal the truth, "Roosanna, it is Junior's decision, who sits in those meetings, it's his company and the reason Miss Albert holds a keycard is she will have access to all the offices to serve them refreshments. 

"Also, when there are General meetings I instructed her to be there to serve refreshments. Is there a problem with my son making that decision?"

Without a second thought, Rosanna questions, "But don't you have any say in the decisions he makes?"

Ignoring her attitude and the remorse in the tone of voice, Senior Larson chose to stress his point, "When I give him the company, I stop meddling, he makes his changes and choices."

Hatred and envy compel Rosanna to speak, "I don't trust her?" Rosanna blurted out openly without any courtesy or fear. She ignored the fact that she was speaking to the head of the Larson Group of Companies. 

Brent Senior laughed, wondering, 'If she felt the Company were hers already. "If you and my wife Florence continue so, I will have to reexamine my views of Miss Albert. Now go on and call the taxi it is getting late."

Smiling in his heart knowing he was going to add some salt to the wound, "These days Brent comes home late, I suppose he was right when he said that he loves someone?"

"You are joking, right?" Rosanna wanted to cry hearing those words.

Shaking his head to confirm what he was saying, "Nope, my Son seems to be in love."

Forgetting herself in her rage, her voice was full of furry, "I must find out who this girl is, if Mr Larson is right, I might lose out big time." 

Overhearing her whisper Brent Senior just smiles, when she gets up and calls the taxi, 'I know exactly what's on you mind my dear, but I would like to know who the lucky girl is?' 

Rosanna left the Larson mansion in a hurry, wondering where could he go and who is this girl Mr. Larson was speaking about.

When calling Kathlyn's phone all she got was, "The number you have reached is unreachable."

Jessy was happy as she dressed for the office, Holding her bags she walked through the back gate and took the taxi that was waiting. 

Reaching the office realizing something was off seeing so many so early in the reception area.

The office was buzzing with talk, but Jessy ignored all the voices and got about making preparations as though she heard nothing.

Everyone smiles with me, taking their tea or coffee and I return their smile. 

At half eight, I went to Brent's office, "Jessy what is this?" His outrage was unexplainable. Jessy was calm wanting to know what he was raising his voice for. 

Observing the bag that was untidy and soil, Jessy responds, "I don't know, you tell me?"

When he drops the ugly-looking brown bag with a "thump" aside from his documents and files, "How do you mean you don't know, didn't you fix my breakfast?"

Laughing she said as she concealed her happiness, "Sorry, Boss, but Miss Lystra said she will fix your meals so I accepted the offer, you know when the morning comes I am still tired from a busy night's work."

Brent smirks as he listens to her words, yet he knows she is right. I can't seem to get enough of her, her words remind me that she is truly overworked. But I never thought in my wildest dreams she would agree to someone taking the responsibility to fix my meals but I love her cooking.'