One Night With Mr Braxton

” All done! Betsy will be here with your dress soon.” Mrs. Adams announced.

” Who’s Betsy?” Emma asked, unsure of the person’s identity.

” Try to keep up Emma! She’s the designer. Oh good. She’s here.” Mrs. Adams announced, going through her phone.

Emma sat in silence, having nothing to say or contribute. She felt like some sort of rag doll. Having people dote and wait upon her.

She soon understood that she wasn’t the least bit comfortable with being treated like glass and royalty. Matter-of-fact, when she got the alleged princess treatments, her subconscious usually found ways to make her believe there was some ulterior motive behind them.

Being brought up by her parents as a child, she was familiar with the whole notion and treatment But ever since their death, she grew suspicious of every activity that led to her peace of mind.

Living with her stepmother and sister opened her eyes to the dangers of trusting people or letting them take care of you. Her belief on the topic was reversed after a few terrible experiences from her family.

As opposed to using people to get her ready, she painfully realized that on her part, it was more of using people to sabotage and tear her apart. At every event, she ended up looking like a sore thumb after grueling hours of listening to how horrible her body, nails or shape were.

But of course, they let it continue until she took it upon herself to prepare for any event that required her presence. As though that wasn’t enough, she was given so much work that she couldn’t be able to meet up with most of the events until she started missing out and was altogether removed from the agenda.

With such a terrific backstory, it honestly took a lot of courage and coercion on her part to even allow them to wait on her. Majorly because she didn’t want to offend Mrs. Adams nor Mr. Braxton.

It was their territory after all and it wasn’t like she was going to something fancy or cared about what she looked like. If she was being made up to be a clown, she sure as hell would walk straight to the “dinner”, find out the answers she needed and move on with her life.

She’s seen worse after all.

Emma observed her polished blue nails while waiting for Mrs Adams to arrive. So far, she couldn’t deny she felt pretty. As opposed to her expected experience, everything was going well.

Way too good if you’d ask her.

It only brought even more reservations on her end as she was waiting for something, anything to go wrong so that she could prove she was right. That it was all a sham to exploit and mock her.

The doors flew open once again, welcoming the presence of Mrs. Adams and a blonde woman. Before anyone could speak or introduce her, the woman was five steps ahead.

” Hi, I’m Betsy, your designer for the day! You must be Emma.” The woman said to no one in particular, causing a fit of giggles from the others.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

” Oh Betsy! I was supposed to introduce you, remember? Anyways, here she is, the day’s masterpiece, Emma.” She introduced, causing a smile to appear on the face of Emma.

How could she not, this was another level of compliments unlocked. She wasn’t even that beautiful to begin with.

” I’m so sorry! I have an eye defect and didn’t see you. Coupled with the nerves, I’m just so sorry.” Betsy tendered her apology.

” It’s alright, no big deal.” Emma said nervously, not knowing what else to say.

” Okay, now that’s out of the way, shall we go on with the day’s business?” Mrs Adams’ question felt rhetoric and in the next minute, Emma was on her way to a brand new dress.

So much that she felt everything was happening too fast.

*****

Towards that evening, the country was in an uproar. News hitting the entire media space was about Braxton International.

In a matter of minutes, Mr Braxton losing his empire in 48 hours became the most searched out case on the internet and general business world.

Everyone had something to say about the fall of the most powerful personality in the country as no one anticipated things deteriorating to such an extent.

While some people felt terrible and didn’t believe it, some others were celebrating the events and fuelling its spread while waiting for the final fall of Asher Braxton.

While some took advantage of the situation to receive an influx of business from influential people looking for a safer place to invest their coins.

No one wanted to go down and an opportunity was an opportunity. The business world was in an uproar with different bot takes and advises on the best way to bow out.

Meanwhile, Emma was glammed up in the most beautiful yet natural assembly ever. After spending a reasonable amount of time with the ladies, she felt at ease and no longer felt uncomfortable with the entire situation.

She’d modified her mind, deciding to do what she needed to get the answers she wanted. Despite the fussing and insinuations of Mrs. Adams, Emma only believed the dinner as an avenue to clearly state their intentions and ask the gazillion questions bothering her.

” Oh my goodness! What’s going on?” Betsy cried out while playing with her phone.

Mrs. Adams, stubbornly picking out the hand clutch despite the definite rejection from Emma, spoke, ” what’s wrong?”

” Everything. Everything’s gone wrong!” She announced with a serious tone, which grabbed the attention of the others.

Emma felt confused. Including others who in reaction, finished all they were assigned and left the room.

” Yes! This is it! It’s the one. Oh how I missed doing this.” Mrs Adams said, still engrossed in the collection of clutches but finally picking out one for the occasion.

Emma wondered just how much they’d spent to get the magnificent things stored in her room closet. The best part about it was that it was all in her sizes.

Definitely not a coincidence but she’d take it nonetheless. It felt amazing.

” You’re not listening, Braxton International is at the verge of collapse! The young master would be dethroned in 48 hours!” Betsy announced, shocking everyone to a stop.

Emma was dumbfounded and the previously happy go lucky Mrs. Adams vanished. She held a dangerous countenance as she took out her phone. No doubt she checked the situation herself.

Everything was affirmed when her face grew poorer. Just what in the world was going on? Emma thought, having nothing to make her own findings.

Emma felt useless. The house suddenly felt like it got to sizes small and the general mood plummeted. She found herself wondering if the alleged dinner was still happening. Her and the entire home workers populace.

” I’m sorry Emma. Betsy. You’ll have to excuse me.” Mrs. Adams said. Her tone was curt and professional. To Emma, it seemed like the straw that broke the camel’s back.

After she left, everything was a lot more strained and it didn’t take long before Betsy announced her other engagement, wishing her a good night, packed up her things and exited the premises.

Somehow, again, Emma ended up alone. It felt ironic, the fact that she couldn’t bear the thought of the entire evening being canceled, despite the fact it was an out for her.

She hated to add this to her long lists of disappointment or her even longer list of I told you so’s. Most of all, she had a lot of questions regarding why the famous Braxton International CEO was being dismissed.

Something told her that neither Mrs. Adams or anyone else here would be kind enough to explain the situation to her. Coupled with the fact she didn’t have access to the internet and whatnot, the only way of satisfying her curiosity was by open dialogue.

Not just dialogue but a dialogue with the main character, Mr. Braxton. Another reason why she needed to have that dinner with him. That is if he was in fact willing to share or have her still.

One thing was certain. With time, everything would unravel. She just needed to be patient enough to find out. A virtue that wasn’t her strongest trait.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, Asher was addressing some key issues when he was informed of the current state of the country. He immediately adjourned his meeting, hoping to beat the swarm of reporters he knew were headed his way but there was no such luck.

Someone must have tipped them off on his location as he’d been maintaining a low profile for the longest time. A situation he believed was going to be addressed in due time.

For now, he needed to get out of the building and if it meant he needed to go through them, he was more than equal to the task.

Armed with a presidential level of security, Asher went through the sea of reporters which screamed thousands of questions at him while trying to get him to speak for the camera.

Which of course he ignored till he got to his car and sped out of the premises having one thing in mind.

He needed to put an end to this. Once and for all.