C4 04

“So, what is it we are launching?”

She asked in her bravest tone.

“Gadgets! A phone and a laptop.”

Answered Martin, showing them to her. She saw the phone and sure recognizes it.

“This? For how long have you been working on this?”

She asked, smiling broadly.

“ Quite some time, ma'am, sir was delighted when the work got completed so, he named it Desalia.”

Explained Martin, turning to unlock the laptop.

“ Are you sure you can do this? Ma'am?” Asked Martin, again staring at her.

“ Is there something a power of a woman is limited to? No! She didn't do it because she didn't want to, trust me, I can handle this.”

She said, looking at the phone and wondering what name is giving to it.

“You see, ma, Mr. Lorenzo is very strict and skeptical…”

“ I understand, Martin. Now send people to go get him from the airport, make sure to drive him here and feed him a hot coffee if he drinks coffee without sugar, just let me know.”

She said with a smile, emphasizing on coffee without sugar. People who drink coffee without sugar are very complicated and may not have the best of life because they never find hilarious things hilarious.

“Sure I'm on it ma'am”

Answered Martin as he quickly dialed on a number and delivered the message.

Abigail sat wondering why her husband would want to launch the Gadget and wouldn't inform her, it isn't like she wasn't a part of this. She rolled her eyes round the office and the painting on the wall kept flashing to her though, she felt the urge to see what it was, but she wouldn't.

“ Ma'am, please if you need anything just let me know and yes Mr. Lorenzo is already on his way coming remember…”

“ I remember Martin!”

She said faintly, trying to conceal her curiosity and restless face.

“ I will go use the restroom.”

She said and dashed into the restroom, she sat there panting for some minutes before she regained stability. She doesn't know why, but the painting on the wall seems to be haunting her, even though she doesn't know what it was.

“ Martin! Are they here?” Abigail called out to him.

“ No ma'am!”

“ I have soiled my makeup, is there a makeup artist anywhere around?”

“ Yes! We do have a lady who always makes lady… Err… she is a lady makeup artist.” he quickly said, swallowing the other impromptu word he was going to split out.

“ Send for her, I need to get this done.” She commanded moving to get a seat, unknown to her, that a paint already dirt her dress.

“ Ohh no! Your dress is equally ruined.”

Martin cried, looking at her sorrowfully. “Yesterday, the walls were repainted, and these workers left their paint in there, what should we do?”

“ Is it so bad, Martin?”

She asked anxious.

“ Yes! You must look everything so perfect, Mrs. Abigail.”

“ I know, I Know, i… I will put a call through.”

While she was doing all that, the makeup lady walked in and offered to order the dress from her shop, claiming she knows her kind of dress.

“ I will do it, ma'am, perhaps you look different.” She said to Abigail.

“ Alright, please do. Come on, start the Makeup process. I'm behind time. I look like a junk.”

Abigail complained as the lady applied the makeup on her, after which, she looked like a total different person, she couldn't just believe it.

“ Why I'm I looking this way?”

She asked, staring at Martin and the Lady.

“Erm this is who you are madams.” She answered.

“ I look like this? ” she asked, confused.

“Well… I…”

“I didn't ask you to change my look! I just said apply a perfect makeup why this?”

She queried pacing round.

“Sorry about this ma'am but there is nothing we can do now the nobles have arrived already.”

Martins said to worried Abigail, who threw daggers at the lady standing in front of her head bent.

“The dress?”

She asked, taking it from her as she went in to quickly change. The dress was a yellow short fitted gown, sleeveless and turtle-neck. Abigail looked at herself in the mirror as she looked entirely different from herself, she couldn't recognize her very own self. She rushed out, ready to scold the young lady.

“ Where is she?” Asked Abigail impatiently.

“ They arrived already, they are all in the conference room.”

Answered Martin as he stood–looking at her in awe.

“ I can't wear this, Martin! It's too Short for me! I'm married, and those men? I can't just wear this!”

She complained, pacing about as she tapped her forehead with her fingers.

“The dress looks moderate, it suits you. I mean, it's not too bad.”

He answered gently.

“ Sir! Mr. Lorenzo is here already!”

Someone informed from the outside as Mrs. Abigail comported herself.

“ You can do this, ma'am.”

Martin said as Abigail nodded, looking at herself.

“ I will go meet them while you come along.”

“ Sure!” She answered, feigning a smile as Martin Left.

“ Dear Mr. Dennis Futhero, I will prove to you that I'm ain't a bad luck!”

She said, giving a hiss as she slowly sat on the chair beside her.

“ You forgot how I helped you in working hard for this very project, you did forget! And yes, you were about launching it without my knowledge. I wasn't asking for the credit for it, even though I added too much effort to making this a success. I can't blame you for your ignorance, but I will show you that I am everything you will ever need.”

She said pitifully to herself as she recalled those times she worked along with Dennis. She had fallen so much in love with him those days and still does, but the young man, she can't predict his ways anymore.

“ Ma'am, it's time to come in.”

Martin messaged as Abigail read the message and breathed deeply.