Married to my Ex-wife's boss

Celebrity Life

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

Sandra smiled. It was the new normal. It didn't have to be genuine. The camera had to take her appearance. And she had no choice but to give it; the best as usual.

Hadn't this been what she had wanted? What she had to suffer humiliation for? What she swallowed her pride for?

At some point she wanted to let herself wonder if it had all been worth it? If the disgraced she suffered in that room was worth the grace she now gloried in the face of the media. If whatever was happening could be termed grace or glory.

She felt like a moving mannequin, stiff and fed up with all the poses she had to keep.

Was this worth all the stress? Her heart yearned for the answer.

But she had always kept her career before anything. So the answer couldn't be far from what she already knew.

Everything was worth it. It was worth every scar of shame that her fragile heart had survived; every condescending look she had gotten from Roseline and David.

Even the pervert looks the makes in the room had accorded her naked breast. She winced at the image. The shame that had not really been present that day, fell hot on her cheeks.

She had become a stripper that moment to every gaping eye. But the end had been rosy.

She couldn't have asked for a better opportunity.

The only problem that kept flashing before her eyes as the press took more photos, was how easy her dream had slipped into her hands.

There was no dragging nor explanation. Roseline had simply said yes and asked her to come with her to her office that night.

It was as if she had been drugged or wasn't thinking right.

She struggled not to conclude that Roseline had done it out of guilt. No, she wasn't someone like that.

She knew that such a tough woman would not fly into such an out-of-the-blue proposal; especially at a time where her emotions had been everywhere.

How could you explain someone who had disgraced you one moment, then granting your request almost within the same second.

The wing of suspicion fluttered close to her cheek as her smile waned. What could have made Roseline say yes without blinking?

Had her prayer for God's intervention worked? She pondered.

Although she wasn't religious, she somehow still believed in the existence of a being. Though she would have to struggle to explain why.

Soon, the flashes stopped. It was time for her to go back inside.

She pushed the suspicion to the back of her mind to free her mind for new troubles.

She was to meet with the President of the chamber of commerce. Simply put, Roseline's father.

It was for some reason that she had no idea of. Roseline must have explained it but it had sounded like a totality of mumbled nonsense.

Something about her father being a proud man and needing to be acknowledged.

She had not asked for the explanation to be repeated.

At the time, she was somehow too excited or too tired, she couldn't be sure what emotion she felt then.

After going through a lot within two hours, the news had sounded if not tasted like sour milk with a sprinkle of suspicion.

Everyone had gasped as expected. Dustan lips had dropped and drools slipped by. She had not laughed.

In fact, she had wanted to slap the disgusting slimy liquid back into his mouth to teach him manners.

Did he think that she wouldn't be able to pull it?

A storm of anger waved in her chest; her heart boiling as flashes of his perverted look at her showed itself.

Those eyeballs that had pierced her breast like a local arrow. His eyes had not moved away till Roseline offered her a jacket to shield her body.

He had just been as useless as David; having not the littlest sense God gave a goat. If she had been in a better position then, she would've slapped the idiocy out of his head.

She made a mental note to visit his matter in the evening. He could be dealt with, couldn't he? She raised the side of her lips in remembrance.

David's parents had been as useless. So she did what she had to do. And she did not regret it one bit.

Taking a deep breath, straightening her expression and posture, she walked into the room willing confidence to come to her aid.

As always, her heels clicked loud enough to get attention to herself, echoing in the medium sized room and boosting her ego.

She noted the unsuitability of the room drily. Why would they need to meet in a conference room?

The trio turned to grace her movement taking in her walk with more interest than she thought necessary.

Their eyes were glued to her legs, as if conjuring weakness to it so that she could embarrass herself.

She didn't know what to make of it. Did they want to point out a fault in her walk? Or was it something similar to her wild thought?

She brooded, wishing something could avert their eyes from her and save her already crowded head from more stress.

Indeed something happened; she raised her eyebrows.

Wasn't that her personal secretary? She wondered, slowing down her pace to give herself time to think and compose herself.

“Sandra, how do you do?” Roseline, elegantly dressed in short sleeveless red dress, stood and met her mid-way, arms opening to engulf her.

“How do you do,” she responded with a smile, her heart biting every breath she inhaled as she returned the hug.

Roseline still smelled wicked. She sniffed back the scent, already disengaging from the hug.

“Oh, here's my dad,” she pointed to the middle-aged man who had a smile that went nowhere close to his eyes.

“And this is his most trusted personal secretary,” she motioned towards her secretary who was now grinning from ear to ear, hands placed stiffly on her naked laps.

Sandra's brain capsided.