Chapter 13

I stood there wondering what this man was doing in Raynold's office. "Laila my girl so good to see you, how are you doing?" Raynold's voice jolted me back to reality " I'm good thanks Raynold, how are you doing?" I inquired. "I'm very well thank you" Raynold responded "Oh Oliver, forgive my manners, this is Laila one of my staff who is more of a granddaughter" Raynold said "Nice to meet you Laila" Oliver spoke in his musculine voice. He stood up to shake my hand and held it for a few seconds while intently looking into my eyes with some sense of warmth in his blue eyes. I finally let my hand out of his hold because I was getting uncomfortable. I told Raynold I came to check up on him because I hadn't seen him in days. He was grateful for my gesture. I had to leave the office so I don't disrupt their discussion. Immediately I got out, I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding with my right hand holding onto my chest.

As I walked down the hallway, I couldn't help but wonder why "blue eyes" or rather Oliver always looked at me the way he did. There was this look of admiration in his eyes that I couldn't fully decipher. He looked at me like I was some priceless jewel. Like I mattered so much. He's eyes said a lot of other things that only he could express. The little I was able to understand was enough to confuse me. I had never had any man look at me the way he did not even Phil when we would have our video calls. I'm more of an introvert and I enjoy my own company a lot. I don't think I attract many guys because whenever I am among my friends, they'd be approached by guys and I would be left out. Also, I'm petite and most guys enjoy going out with ladies who have the body of a model. That's what I have observed. I love myself the way that I am and I'm in no competition with anyone. I've also come to accept the fact that maybe love isn't just for me after all.

I get to kitchen and start to prepare roasted chicken for one of the guests as I was directed. I marinated it and then put it in the grill. The smell coming from it is so pleasant that it drives away all the thoughts on my mind. "Laila, how are you doing today?" Angela asks "very well thank you Angela. Hope you are well?" I inquire "Yes my darling, I'm good" she says "That chicken does smell nice by the way" she comments "Thank you Angela" I respond with a smile "I'm going to take some drinks for some of the guests, will see you around" she says with a motherly smile. I was done with grilling the chicken within a few miniutes. I then put it on a plate and served it alongside potatoe salads with chopped polony. I put the food on a large flat plate and put in on a tray. I then went to the dining hall to serve the guest. I finished my duties for that day and at 9pm, I changed into my casual clothes and got my backpack. I got at the exit door and there was a heavy out pour of rain. I had left my umbrella at home because it didn't look like it would rain. I stood by the balcony while waiting for the rain to stop so I could go home. I was lost in thought thinking about how beautiful an atmosphere the rain created. "Good evening" a familiar voice spoke from behind me