The Wrong Number
Moving On
"Hope you're alright?" Jess asked.
I am currently with her; our friendship started in secondary school, and we both got admission to the same university. We are closer than blood sister. She is older than me by a year. I am 26 years old and hoping to get married soon, just like her. I guess God has something else in store for me.
"I am fine," I said, taking a sip from the juice she offered. I guess there's no need to tell her about the wrong number or about my deepest secret.
"I will visit him and give him a piece of my mind," she said with a dead serious look. Knowing Jess, she will do it unless I stop her.
"No need, I am already moving on. I guess I will have to focus on work. We have a new product, so we're thinking of the best way to market it and make people buy it," I said.
There is a rumor currently going around the company that the CEO is coming to our branch to supervise since the company is lagging behind, so I need to put up my best behavior to avoid being sacked.
"That is good. Escort me to the market; it's been ages since we did that, and it's the weekend. You don't have any work to do," she requested, making me smile. I've always been better at beating down the price than her, so I nodded, and it made her happy.
"Let me go dress up," she said and left. I took the time to admire the enlarged picture of her wedding. I was her chief bridesmaid, and I thought mine would be soon too.
"All set, let's go," she said as she came out looking beautiful.
"Alright," I said, and we both left the house.
It's been two weeks now since I broke up, and I am healing faster than usual. The only downside is having no one to talk to. I always loved texting, especially my boyfriend. Now that he's not in my life, it made me realize I have no friend to chat with. I can't always be chatting with Jess—she doesn't even like chatting. I took a deep breath as I scrolled through my contacts, hoping to find someone to lift my boredom. Though I am in the office, we actually have nothing to do. I work in the marketing department, and we hardly do anything in the office. Our field is outside—marketing new products or old ones and convincing new customers, so the office is always boring to me.
I kept scrolling until I reached Mysterio. Maybe I should text him, but it's only 1 pm, so he'll be at work, and I will just be a nuisance to him. I dropped my phone and started playing Zuma, but it wasn't much of an entertainment. I could log into my Facebook and start replying to the messages from my numerous admirers, but I wasn't up for it. I needed someone who knew me on a different level, like Mysterio. I stared at my phone, trying to resist the temptation but failed. I couldn't stop myself from picking it up.
My intercom rang, taking my mind off the sad thoughts.
"Come to my office, it's Mr. Akin," he said, and the line went dead. He is the marketing department head, my superior. He's always strictly business, unlike many of the men who want to get under my skirt.
I locked my office and left my phone to find out why he was calling me. It didn't take me long to get to his office. Though the building is big, his office is not far from mine. We in the marketing department are close to each other.
I knocked before coming in, and he was drinking the new product. I guess I'm not the only one that loves it. We are a juice company, Juvango Fruit Juice Company. It is a really big, successful company with branches all over the country and abroad too. They pay well, and I started working here about a year ago. I consider myself lucky, considering the competition for getting in.
"Good afternoon, sir," I greeted, and he offered me a seat.
"The new product is good, right?" he asked, the obvious question, and I nodded. I wonder what they are still waiting for before bringing it to market.
"The marketing will start by next week when the CEO comes. He also wants to use a superstar to advertise the product to create more awareness," he said, and I nodded. Though I don't see the need for advertising it—the company is already a household name that no longer needs to seek attention—but I am not the boss, so I have to say yes to whatever they say.
"I will make you the head of the marketing team. Also, find a way to balance the new product with the old product so people won't forget the old products," he added. I nodded.
The new product is not like normal fruit juice. It has caffeine to boost consumers' energy, so it's not good to drink it like other products. And it's better to mix it with wine in order not to get drunk easily.
"Thanks. I am prepared whenever the time comes," I said before he asked me to leave. I'm glad for the new product because the stress will keep my mind off things.
I came back inside my office to continue my game. After playing for about 20 minutes, I got tired and decided to check the time. I was surprised to see a message from Mysterio. He sent it 30 minutes ago—that was when I was in Mr. Akin's office. I opened it to read the content.