One Wild Night

Anita smiled to herself when she noticed that Lucy had taken out her phone and seemed to be playing a game or something. She had also taken note of how Lucy had eaten the cookie and drank the tea without care. Even the way she was seated on the couch was wrong. How was any notable personality going to take interest in a lady like her when she couldn't even behave like a proper lady? Especially in the presence of someone else? She had nothing to be scared of when it came to Lucy. Lucy was not up to par with her on any level.

Lucy played Candy Crush on her phone for a while, since neither of them seemed to have anything more to say to each other. After some time she checked the time and let out a sigh. It was just a few minutes past 3 PM. She couldn't believe she had chitchatted with Anita for close to three hours already. She would have left already if not for her date with Tom. She didn't want to go home and start feeling anxious or nervous, so she needed the distraction she was getting from their conversation, even though she wasn't finding any of it interesting.

"So any idea on what will be done with your company? Are some of you going to move to the main office at I-Global, or remain at the Ocean airline office?" Lucy asked, dropping her phone in her handbag before meeting Anita's gaze.

Anita pursed her lips thoughtfully, "I'm hoping..." She was interrupted by the sound of her phone's vibration so she smiled at Lucy before picking up her phone to see who was calling. When she saw that it was her Uncle, she looked at Lucy, "Please excuse me for a moment," she said politely as she stood up and walked away with her phone.

"Hello, Uncle!" She greeted as she walked into her bedroom.

"How are you?" Mr. Wyatt asked in a raspy voice.

"I'm fine, thank you. How are you feeling today?" She asked politely about his health since it was not yet public knowledge that he was ill.

"I'm okay. I called to let you know that Thomas Hank will be attending the meeting next week. I hope you are ready?" He asked.

Anita's heart skipped a beat, "He finally agreed to attend the meeting? I mean, I know he said he will be attending, but I thought he might change his mind since he doesn't like to be seen," Anita said, trying not to sound as excited as she felt.

"Just don't mess it up. This is your only opportunity to be seen as you wanted," he said, and Anita's curved in a wide smile.

"Thank you, Uncle. I will handle things from there," Anita said confidently.

"Make sure you do. See you next week," With that, he hung up.

Anita's face beamed with a smile as her hand dropped to her side. She had pleaded with her uncle to ensure she was among the staff retained by I-Global and had also begged him to help her see Thomas Hank by inviting him to the company. She had convinced him that since he didn't have a child and was selling off the airline which was gradually going under to get enough money to take care of his health, he should help her meet Thomas Hank, that way if she eventually married him, his airline would still be within the family.

Now she not only had a close relationship with his personal assistant, but she was also going to meet him too. Whether he liked it or not, she was going to be his wife. It was only a matter of time.

Anita adjusted her dress and then returned to the living room to join Lucy, "I hope everything is fine?" Lucy asked politely, and Anita gave her a nod as she returned to her seat and crossed her legs under her.

"Perfect."

"I need to go out and shop for a dress, do you mind coming with me? Or is there somewhere else you have to be?" Anita asked politely.

"I will come with you, that way I can know some new places. But I will have to drive behind you so that I can go home after we are done," Lucy said, and Anita smiled at her with gratitude before standing up to pick up her handbag.

"You are such a sweetheart," Anita said as she led the way out of the house.

Once Lucy got into her car, she let out a sigh. It seemed like she really sucked at the matchmaking business. She wasn't sure she has accomplished much today, but it was a start. Maybe she would set them both up on a date without their knowledge, Lucy decided as she drove behind Anita.

Her mind briefly wandered to Tom, and she wondered about what he was doing. Probably seizing the opportunity of the weekend to do his handyman job. Why had he offered to take care of dinner when they both knew he would be busy? She thought as she drove behind Anita.

Maybe she could ask him not to worry about making the food. She could just prepare something simple and take it to his place. The purpose of the dinner was for them to have sex, not eat food anyway. The major food they were supposed to eat tonight was each other.

Knowing if she gave too much thought to it she won't do anything, she picked up her phone without thinking about it and dialed Tom's line. It rang for some time but disconnected when Tom didn't answer the phone.

She dialed it one more time, and when the same thing happened she dropped the phone on the seat next to her. Why wasn't he taking his call? Was he okay? Perhaps he was too busy and the phone was far from him, she thought with a concerned frown on her face.

Meanwhile, Tom stood in the kitchen watching every move of the chef as they prepared his and Lucy's dinner. He had left his phone in his bedroom so that he could pay attention to what the chef was doing.

"You haven't told me who she is. I suppose it's the same lady you brought home some time ago?" His Butler who had met Lucy the last time asked as he walked into the kitchen to join them, but remained by the door since the chef didn't like to have more than one person with her in the kitchen while working.

"So you can tattle to my mother?" Tom asked without turning to look at the middle-aged Butler.

"You know how your mother can be. It is very difficult to lie to her," he said with an apologetic smile, even though Tom had his back to him.

"Yeah, right. That is exactly why I can't confide in you or do anything in front of you. That way, you don't have to lie to her since you don't know anything," Tom muttered making the chef chuckle while the butler glared at her back.

"One thing is clear though, I can see you like her. I guess we have to start getting ready for two weddings," The butler said, still fishing for information, but Tom remained mum on the subject.

"When are you going to return home? You look like you are not feeding well. Plus I'm tired of feeding the ungrateful helps when I'm only here to serve you," the chef complained, turning to eye the butler who was also glaring at her since they all knew by 'ungrateful helps' she meant the butler. Both the butler and the chef were always bickering and quarreling since the butler felt he was more important than the chef because he had been employed by Tom's mother, and was more like family, while the chef felt she was more important because she had been hired strictly on merits by Tom, not because she was close to the family.

Tom who was used to their bickers, paid no heed to them, "You can always deliver some food to Harry's place since I'm living there with him. And the ungrateful helps work for me too, so cooking for them is the same as cooking for me. What's more important than taking care of everyone and receiving your paycheck at the end of every week?" Tom asked, making her sigh.

"Everything is ready," the chef announced as she took out the fried chicken from the air fryer.

"Thank you. I will quickly freshen up and go to the study to do some work. You can help me pack everything and make sure it remains hot," he instructed the chef as he wiped his hand with a napkin before taking off his apron and chef hat. He handed them to the chef before heading for the door.

As he walked out of the kitchen the butler ran after him, "I was meaning to ask you, what's with your new hairstyle and the earrings?"

"It's for a project I'm working on at the office. The client likes people who dress this way, so I'm trying to impress him," Tom lied through his teeth, knowing that anything he told the butler would be from his mouth directly to his mother's ears, and the last thing he wanted was to have any argument with his mother when she called, as he knew she would before the end of the day.

"Ah! The client must be very important," the butler said thoughtfully as he climbed the stairs with Tom.

"Very important," Tom said with a nod as he kept walking. Knowing the butler was going to keep asking questions if he didn't stop him, he walked into his bedroom and shut the door in the face of the nosy butler.