Chapter 3

Berry had never felt this nervous in her entire life.

She wished the board meeting could get over and done with already, she kept peeping into her phone for how many minutes were left for the meeting to be over and if she had gotten any text or calls.

The last time she checked, there were no missed calls or text, and it was about 10 minutes more to go for the meeting to be over and now she checked, it was still about 8minutes more to go, but she had a text from Marie reading “Done”.

A glint of hope swam through her spine at the sight of the text.

“Finally”; she thought

The meeting was finally over, she dashed off into her office; dialing Marie’s number as she walked in… the voice mail kept repeating unable to connect.

“What was wrong” she thought.

She kept pacing up and down the office, finally halting at her desk to catch her breath. Right now she wished she had been at the wedding to witness the turnout of events herself.

Standing and leaning on her dark wood desk covered with intricate carvings, she boiled with impatience.

She was dressed in a fitted black suit, with a crisp white shirt and a bold red tie. Her shoes were high-heeled and her makeup was flawless. The model looked like she was ready for a photo shoot, but the anger in her eyes was anything but model-like.

Her eyes fixed impatiently on the phone; the clock on the wall kept ticking loudly, seconds felt like hours as she waited for the call that never came. She picked up the phone and dials a number, her hands trembling with rage and impatience.

The caller kept beeping after each ring, she tried another informant’s number; no response too. “What’s all this mess?”

The fury in her heart increased rapidly.

“What do I do now?” she thought.

“Right!” she said, clicking her fingers as she picked up one of her phones from the desk.

She books a ride to the venue and is about to head out to the parking lot when the first informant calls her back, a gleam of hope flows through her spine; she concludes its good news and ends the call to cancel the ride, calling back afterwards as she hums maliciously in uncertain joy.

“I’m really sorry ma’am,” he said

“Sorry, for what exactly?”

“It’s bad news ma”

She sinks into her office chair in utter despair.

“Bad news? It can’t be.”

“The hired lady acted just as instructed by you but they still managed to put everything back together and concluded with the wedding event”.

“How is that even possible?”

“And you guys just sat there watching, why didn’t you do anything?”She threw interrogative questions at the informant, her anger fueling up;

“I am really sorry ma, there was absolutely nothing anyone could do about it”

“Don’t you even dare”

“Aaaagghh” she groaned, smashing her phone against the wall frame.

Her anger had caught fire and was going to consume her sooner or later.

“Giving up is not an option, Field must be mine” she says; pacing around her office, muttering to herself.

This had never happened to Berry in her life, she was a top model that had men of different races worshipping the earth she walked on but it was something different with field; he made her feel what she had never felt for any other person in the world regardless of the fact that it was just a one night stand.

Field being the millionaire playboy that he is took her as a fling for that night and had no idea that the model had nursed an affection that had gradually grown into a deadly obsession towards him. She began thinking fast on what next to do; how was she going to achieve ruining Field’s marriage and having him all to herself.

Her brain felt like it had stopped working; her head was blank, all she could feel was hurt and rage. She longed for glasses of whiskey, snatching her car key off her desk she cat walked out the office. ************** Berry sliced the carrots into neat even pieces; she intended making a bowl of chicken curry soup, this aroused a sense of insomnia in her; during her childhood years; mum would always prepare this for her whenever she was having a bad day and the moment she gulped in a spoon or two she would immediately feel better; it was almost like some kind of ritual or medication, that was when she was still Berry Montana, she didn’t know what she had turned into.

She tried to concentrate but her mind was far away from the task at hand, she pondered on how she got to this part of her life where she had become so irritable; this wasn’t her, what actually happened?

She had gone from the passionate, alive and purpose driven model she used to be to this.

She remembered the healing get away trip she had embarked on to New York after she broke up with Travis; her previous boyfriend.

She had never felt more alive as she walked through the bustling streets of Manhattan, taking in the towering skyscrapers and the busy people rushing by and around.

The smell of the hot dogs and pretzels, the sounds of the traffic and sirens…. It was such a vibrant place and helped in her healing journey.

Maybe she should just accept defeat and take on such trip again? She thought Or probably just come up with a better tactic this time.

It felt like the demon in her arose again, stirring up the broth of bitterness within her heart.

She felt the knife slice deep into her freshly pedicure hand, she tossed the knife on the cabinet top with a loud yell and washed her hand, ordering the chef to complete the meal and to call on her home nurse to dress her cut.

The pain in her finger felt like a dark aura to her soul, smoking out another devious idea in her head. She smiled broadly, forgetting the pain.