Chapter 12
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The Jet was made up of refined interior design though small but comfortable and well equipped for a grade higher than first class. "Yes, ma'am, can get you anything?" the air hostess asked with a polite smile on her face, "Can I get another glass of red wine?" Mary asked as she turned on her laptop and connected to her meeting scheduled for that hour at Chicago. She could not attend physically but could not afford to miss the meeting as only God knows what mayhem would ensure if she isn't there.
Once she connected, she views seven older men, mostly from their 40s to 70s and a few in their late 30s all dressed in cooperate suits looking at her; they were her board of directors. The Company Secretary looked at her and greeted "good day Miss Bernard", he looked like the oldest with a good amount of grey hair.
"We have gathered to report the review of the contract we made with Johnson's company, they seemed not to be okay with the terms and conditions we have presented to them, they requested that 20 percent of the interest to be given to them is too little and would like the percentage to be increased by 15 percent".
Mary raised her perfectly manicured hands which had a diamond bracelet worth 1.5 million dollars wrapped around it. With that, he got the cue to be quiet, and just about then the air hostess arrived with her glass of red wine she took in her hands. Taking a sip she set the glass down, responding. "I know you are passing a response from the Johnsons Company, which is okay but I do not care what their terms and conditions are, if they do not wish to go on with the contract, they can say so rather than waste my time, bear in mind, I have the funds to pay for breaking this contract". Mary paused, picking up her wine glass, swirling it a little before taking a sip, and proceeds. "It would be nice to also remind them what they would have to lose if the contract is terminated".
She looked unfazed with a stoic, calm expression knowing the confidence she has in her financial standing and her ability. She smirks. I do know that my company is worth billions of dollars and they do not come close to that in asset."
"I have looked through the risks and the cost it would take to make this project a success". She takes a quick pause relaxes more while she crosses her other leg over her knees. "I do know what they are bringing but the Stanford's are offering me better materials at lower prices but I chose to work with the Johnsons to maintain the relationship I have with them, one of my paintings sell for much more than what is offered, I decided to cut cost because of the long-standing relationship we have shared but make no mistake to know that I am ready to cut off every contact that is not willing to pull through. I suggest you call the CEO of the Johnsons Company right now and let them know of my decisions".
"But ma'am", the secretary started about to spew words she didn't want to hear, she lifted her hands again and said, "this is final I demand you do that right now or I would do it myself".Giving them a deadly stare, the whole place fell silent like the spirit of death had just passed over no one could utter a word as her command was final. The only sound breaking the silence was the dialing of the phone to reach the CEO of Johnson's company as instructed of the sectary.
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Martha worked behind Lady Winston and her step-sister Amelia as she carried their basket and bonnets for the picnic they had planned to have with Philip. Today they had decided to catch up on the lost times they had with him.
It was a sunny day, good enough to have a fun time with the family the birds were chiming under the trees, and the grasses in which they passed through were well leveled and very green showing that they were taken care of. Meanwhile, everyone was up and about preparing for the ball that would be hosted in honor of Philips's return. The ball was going to be a very grand one, that which every lady looked forward to so they could gain the attention of Philip.
While Martha was carrying the basket she was always fumbling, it was obvious that it was heavy for her to carry alone and without help. People were walking around as well as children giggling in delight and talking loud, girls began passing by began to giggle at the sight of Philip. He was indeed a dashing young man with blue eyes, a well-chiseled jaw, his black hair neatly combed back and shinny he looked like a god himself no wonder every lady wanted to be with him. He notices Martha fumbling with load and offers to help,
"Mary, can I help you with that?"
Lady Winston quickly interrupts. "No need to help with that she can handle it",
Martha looks at him unimpressed and brushes past him without a word indicating she does not need his help.
"Just let her be!" Lady Winston says, "she cannot speak anyway, plus it is obvious she does not need your help".
Philip was taken aback by the information,
"She is dumb"? He looks at his mother, surprised. Lady Winston had a look of disdain on her face and replied slow and calculating
"How about I tell you about that another day?", she didn't want to say no because she knew he would press for an answer
"But you never told me about this mother? I have a lot of catching up to do then." With that, he tucks his mother's hand in his, and she sighs in relief, but she knew one day she would definitely be forced to tell her son about the matter, while thinking of that she huffed in irritation…
