- IS THAT NOT THE CURSED GIRL?


    ALPHA CHRISTIAN''S POV


    ****Five years Later****


    It had been five years since Amira''s death. I had never imagined that grief was possible for me, all I had was her shredded clothes, and the thick blood stain which had been the prove of her death.


    How else was I supposed to exin what had happened to her? If only I had been there at the right time, I would have saved her, just like I had the first time.


    For five years I refused to speak to anyone within the walls of the Stone Mansion. Life felt meaningless to me, and I had began to neglect everything that was supposed to be my responsibility. Even the family business suffered its share of losses because of my grief, I had lost all ability to be normal, and it had extended into other important areas of my life.


    I sat in my open office space of the Stone family''s Tech Company. We had lost alot of deals in the course of the past five years, and that had resulted in the dwindling stature of my Company.


    "I am sorry to disturb you Sir, but there are some men outside waiting to see you" my Secretary said walking into my office. I had not even heard her knocking, and she knew better than to walk into my office without proper procedure.


    "Did they say who they were?" I asked scratching my forehead exhaustedly. I had been worrying too mucb the past few weeks about what to do with the Company. No other Tech Company was willing to do business with us, or even hand us a project.


    I had thought of several interesting projects I was certain would be extremely valuable and innovative to the public, but I was having a hard time getting sponsorships and partnerships for those projects.


    Every business I had rejected hade to know of our fall in productivity and were lethargic about furthering their alliances with us. de a


    "They are from the Liquidators Group. They want to speak with you and that is all they are willing to share with me." She replied. I understood immediately who they were, and why they could only say so much to her. "It is fine, send them in "I said to her.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.


    Shortly after she left, two men in ck suits walked into my office, one of them was dark and the other was light skinned.


    "Please have a seat" I said ushering them the only two seats I had reserved for guests.


    "Thank you, Mr. Stone" they replied.


    "I believe you know why we are here?" The fair one said.


    "Yes, I suspect that I do, but I would still like a proper exnation about it " I replied rubbing my chin with my right hand.


    "Like you know, your board of directors contacted us a few days ago, but we were waiting to hear from you as the Chief executive officer of the Company, but we did not get any calls or feedback from you" the dark man said.


    "They are vying to liquidate the Company, and they say the Majority have the vote, but we also do not work without proper or due procedure being carried out. And we do not have the right to liquidate assets that are within your jurisdiction and are in your custody, until you give us the go ahead" they said.


    "We would need you to sign this consent form, which had already been sent to your mail few days ago, but there was no response either" they said


    "I see" I replied staring thoughtfully at the consent form, which I had already decided I would never sign. Those long bearded fools had truly forgotten who was Boss, and who had put them in their ce.


    "I am sorry Gentlemen that you had to make this tedious trip all the way from your business ce, just toe down here. There has actually been a new development, my Board of Directors and I would be meeting in a few days to restructure ourselves and rethink the decision to liquidate My Family''s Company''s Assets." I said emphatically.


    "Nheless, not to let your journey go to waste, I would keep this in mind, and hold onto it, just in case we maintain the previous decision to liquidate." I replied.


    "That would be no problem at all, if that is what you have all agreed to do, we will wait for your response. Please, you can reach us on our hotline right there on the form, or better still, send us an email, we would also respond timely" the fair man said, and they both got up.


    I shook hands with them as was business culture, and let them out of my office.


    I sat back down for a while, and thought deeply about what I would do to solve this little problem of ours, and then it crossed my mind. We had a family friend who was also in Tech Business... Mr. Mico Wace.


    How had I forgotten about him, I sent him a mail stating our current position, and suggested a business proposition to him, which I knew he would not refuse.


    I picked up my phone and called my Secretary, "set a meeting with the Board for the day after tomorrow" I said with a confidence I did not know I had.


    Almost immediately, an email notification popped up on my desktop, and I clicked on it. It was a response from Mr. Mico. He was willing to help in anyway he was sure would be helpful to us, and he equally added that he was exhrated to hear what the full business n would be.


    It was official, I had to prepare a pitch, and just like that, the cards were set.


    XXX


    Luna Vivienne and I walked into Mico''s Technology and Energy Reservation Company which was based almost on the outskirts of town because of the experiments and work which was done with strong matter, and radioactive elements. We were ushered into the Conference room where we were made to sit and wait for the arrival of Mr. Mico. The youngdy who had attended to us when we walked in, served us coffee and jelly doughnuts which had sprinkles. "Ugh! Sugar, how tacky" my Mother typically said with disgust.


    "Mother it is sugar not poison, you don''t even have to eat it.. it is just a simple form of courtesy." I said.


    "Ugh" she scoffed lifting it up, and putting it back down. I shook my head at her uninterested in what she had to say or do. I was more concerned about the prize, which was our purpose for being there.


    The Conference room door opened up, and Mr. Mico walked into the room with a familiar smile on his face. It showed genuine pleasure. I rose up to shake his out stretched hand, when suddenly I froze. When She walked into the room, everything became suspended. Her silky skin, her beautiful eyes and lips, even the sway of her hip, yet it was difficult to believe.


    Her dark eyeliner showed confidence and professionalism, even her arched back was stringent and focused on the task.


    "Meet the Executive Director of Mico''s Technology and Energy Reservation Company, Miss Emily Wace" Mr. Mico said with a smile.


    I turned to my Mother, who had equally shared my surprise, and so much for a whisper, I heard her ask herself.


    "Is that not the cursed girl?" She asked in disbelief.