“Flowers don’t tell, they show” Stephan Skeem
On Monday morning, Kate was in high spirits as she got off the elevator to her office floor. She was wearing a knee length black dress that complemented her slim figure, red stilettos and adorned a red Gucci handbag, one she had picked in London on one of her many business trips. Her hair was neat, held beautifully in a bun. Her face radiant and she smelled real nice. She was happy. The events of the previous weekend kept going through her mind. Tim, She smiled as she walked past her personal assistant’s desk.
“Having a good Monday, are we?” Susan, her PA, gave her the knowing look, “That smile on your face speaks volumes.”
“Oh yes, Indeed,” Kate let out a small laugh and did a little dance as she entered her spacious office. “Good morning Susan!” She shouted when she was behind her desk.
“You must tell me all about it,” Susan piped from Kate’s door. She was holding a tablet, a notepad and a pen ready for the morning brief with her boss. Susan had been Kate’s assistant for as long as the business had been operational. The two women met when Kate was interviewing potential candidates for the PA’s job and they instantly hit it off. At the time Susan was a college student looking for a part time job to enable her pay her fees. She was brilliant and had potential. Kate hired her immediately. They enjoyed a wonderful work relationship that also blossomed into a loyal friendship.
“Yes, darling, come on in,” Kate called out. “Have a seat,” She mentioned to Susan. “I will tell you all about it as soon as we are done with the day’s work,” Not being one to play during work hours, Kate got straight to business. Discipline had got her this far. She was not about to let a man break that up. “So, brief me on what’s on my diary today.” She smiled at her friend.
Susan opened the day’s itinerary.
Three hours later a delivery man was at Kate’s reception carrying an obscenely huge bouquet of white lilies for Kate. Susan received them and signed the delivery note. The flowers had a white bow tied round them and a red card attached to them. She carefully carried them to Kate’s inner office. Kate was busy on the phone when Susan entered; she placed them on the table without a single word and closed the door on her way out. Barely had she returned to her desk than her intercom rang. It was her boss, she needed her right away.
Kate was standing looking furious, she had both arms firmly planted on her desk and looked like a general ready for war.
“Who brought these flowers?” She almost shouted at her assistant.
“A delivery guy,” Susan answered wondering what the fuss was all about.
“Did you open the card?” Kate hissed.
“How many times do I have to tell you to screen everything that comes to this office?”
“I assumed they are from your weekend date.”
“Assumed?” Kate shouted. “Remind me again why I hired you?”
“Can you send them back,” Kate interrupted angrily.
Susan hesitated. She didn’t understand
“Now!” Kate threw the card over to her.
Susan didn’t wait for another second. She picked the card and flowers as she silently left her boss’s office.
It was at the comfort of her desk that Susan opened the card. She needed to know where she was sending back the flowers. When she read the card her eyes opened wide. Her mouth dropped.
At exactly half past twelve two friends Lucy and Kate were seated at a nearby restaurant terrace having lunch. The two of them had been friends since high school. They were so physically different yet had a lot in common. Lucy was slightly shorter than Kate, had a pear shaped figure with a well rounded behind. She was the most outgoing amongst the four friends. Kate once described her as the one who loves to talk. Married in her early twenties, Lucy was a mother of three and a stay at home mom.
In her Instagram page she described herself as the woman behind the successful man. Her husband was a successful business man who owned a chain of fast food restaurants across the country. She was well taken care of. With maids tending to her domestic needs, she had a lot of time to herself for shopping, eating out and the gym. She religiously did the first two but barely hit the gym. She loved her weight and she was often heard saying that, my husband is hooked to my curves.
“How was dinner with Tim?” Lucy got straight to the point as she took a bite of her fried chicken.
“I am not saying anything until you tell me how you pulled it off,” answered Kate as she took a mouthful of her veggies salad.
“I didn’t,” Lucy took another bite.
“What do you mean?”
“Tim is the one who reached out to me,” another bite. “Let me explain.”
Kate was now alert.
Tim had just relocated back into the country after accepting a job offer with a multinational real estate firm which was developing low cost affordable housing in the region. He was a successful construction and civil engineer appointed to spear head the developments. Kate had heard of the developments which had garnered wide media coverage. It was dubbed, the revolution of real estate. She was aware about the investment opportunities that came with it but had no idea of the man behind it. She would later learn with admiration that the young tall outspoken boy in high school that she dated was all grown and had made a name for himself in the construction world.
After graduating top of his class in Yale, Tim immersed himself in his work and at forty he had never been married and didn’t have children. His mother had pushed him at some point to get married and sire her grandchildren. One time she went out of her way to set him up with a few girls from her local church. Tim thought the girls were either too religious or simply not wife material. He disappointed his mom, he never settled for any. A few years ago, Tim was involved in a long-term relationship with a top doctor in The States. She was a brilliant lady who also lectured at a local school of medicine.
Tim’s mother was beside herself with Joy. She went into days of fasting and called unto Jesus to finally have her son walk the damsel down the aisle. She beseeched her prayer group warriors to remember her son in prayers. She called on the name of the Lord more times than she could count and even made covenants and promises with the good Lord to have her son marry. She had numerously told her son that she was afraid of dying without having to live according to the Biblical promise of seeing your children’s children.
Tim was the only child and she was desperate to see that promise fulfilled. And so she spent more times on her knees than her feet. Then the unexpected happened, Tim broke up with his long-term girlfriend, his mother went into depression. She lamented that her son wanted to deny her blessings. But when she came out of it, she went back to prayers that one day her son will get married. Her prayers were yet to be answered.
Over the years Tim followed keenly on Kate’s career and her life on social media and the press. That woman intrigued him. She had always been at the back of his mind, the silent matter in his brain. When he took the current job offer he had vowed to look for her. To achieve this he sought Lucy’s help, she was the life of the party. Lucy updated him on details that he didn’t know about Kate’s life. The more he learned about her life and her business the more he wanted to be with her. He wanted to be her prince in a shining armor. He knew he loved her and he desperately wanted to make her his wife. Someday, he had said to himself.
With the help of Lucy, Tim set up the supposed Kate’s birthday dinner party. It was his idea on the choice of the restaurant. Lucy’s job was to get her there without Kate suspecting anything. It was at that restaurant that Tim had hoped he would finally lay his eyes on the love of his life for the first time in over two decades.
“So what happened with you two,” Lucy smiled suggestively. They had now finished their meal.
Kate took a second as she looked at their bill. She read the figures on it and gently pushed it over to her friend. She’s the one who called for lunch, she smiled.
“You are not going to tell me, are you?” feigning hurt Lucy pushed a bit further. She paid the bill and they stood to leave.
Kate smiled broadly. Her heart was doing a triple chase jump as she was thinking of Tim right at that moment.
“Thanks for lunch darling,” Kate kissed her friend on the cheek as they said their goodbyes. On her way up the elevator to her office, a tinge of excitement ran down her spine as she remembered Tim’s words to her when he saw her off at her car that dinner night.
“I want to see you again, Kate,” he had kissed her on the left cheek. Such a gentleman, she had thought. Then he had stood by to watch her drive off. It was magical. Instinctively, she raised her hand and felt her cheek; she smiled as she got off her floor.
Susan her PA looked distraught as Kate stepped into her office.
“Did something happen?” asked Kate, “You look like you have seen a ghost.”
“I told him you are not in,” her voice was almost trembling as she mentioned towards the inner office.
“Who?” Puzzled, Kate walked into her office and saw him.
She stopped on her tracks.
He was sitting on the seat next to her desk looking calm and composed. He was dressed sharply, clean shaved and had a boyish look. His dark blue Armani suit looked like it was sewn on his skin complementing his well toned muscles. He’s never looked more handsome. When she entered, he stood up and gave her a roguish smile. He clasped his hands together at the front like an obedient soldier.
“Hello Kate,” he enunciated her name as if every word was special.
She closed the door firmly behind her and quickly opened her mouth to speak. He cut her short abruptly.
“It’s not nice to return flowers,” he smiled again as he watched her reaction.
She didn’t show any emotion.
“They are expensive you know,” he added coyly.