Chapter 89: RICHARD
"Good evening Sir, should I set the table?" Folake asked, as I dashed into my apartment.
"Good evening, Folake and no, I will be eating out. Just get me a bottle of 1961 Petrus" I dismissed heading for the stairs.
The wine I had requested for was one of Mrs Helen’s favorites, but with the minutes remaining, it was stark clear... I was going to be late.
"You know what," I said, halting Folake who was about to enter the passcode for the lock where I staked my vintage wines.
"I think I’m going to be needing something more exquisite, something worthy of an apology because I fear I’m going to be late"
"So what should I do, Sir?" she inquired.
"Don’t bother, I must retrieve something from the wine cellar, just have a fancy bag and some ribbons ready" I finished, disappearing to the hall where my room was.
By the time I was done bathing, donning my jeans and a vest from the Wellington Edition first launch, and retrieving the wine from the cellar, I was 5 minutes late.
Aaron has been calling nonstop, even for a prick, he feared Mrs Helen. We all did.
It was with good reasons, I suppose. Mrs Helen grew up with a father who was a bully and a drunk. Her mom had met the guy in college and they fell in love. Of course, he wasn’t like that then.
Two years into college, Helen’s mom became pregnant. The most viable option was abortion, but she was too scared to lose her first child. She feared what it would do to her, her morals, her conscience... her heart.
She kept the baby, thereby dropping out of college and forcing a man to become a father. He never forgave her for that, so each day he took it out on her.