Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 13

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 13

She clenched her fist and glared darkly at him, she was not used to rejection. Phillip Hajjo had always been putty in her hands, what had changed? Her heart skipped as she imagined another woman trying to snatch her man away from her.

She didn’t love Phillip, but she couldn’t stand any other woman being around him. He was meant for her pleasure, he was her pet and she had to remind him about their history together.

‘Is there anything wrong with having a romantic relationship and still being able to work together?’ She asked in a pained voice.

‘You are a professional Moremi. We both know that doesn’t work. Mixing business with pleasure is highly unprofessional and it doesn’t turn out well most of the time. I thought you knew this…gosh Chalya was right.’ He sank into his swivel chair and spun round.

Moremi’s eyes brightened as she learned this new thing, Chalya? Whatthe little fool have told her brother..

‘What has your sister have to do with this? Did She advice you not to be with me?’ Moremi’s voice was shaky.

‘No!’ Phillip turned and faced her.
‘Look at us, we are supposed to be talking about Barf’s attackers. We are supposed to be talking about the next move in this project and who I am going to fire next and not about us having sex!’ He slammed his fist on the table.

She was greatly startled by his emotional outburst. She had never seen Phillip like this. He was a man that knew how to bottle his feelings; you could hardly read predict Phillip’s next action.

‘Phillip?’ she moved steadily towards his chair. She had a feeling something weighed heavily on his mind. This was more than her asking them to be together, it was something personal.

‘Are you worried about Barf’s attack? I promised you that I will handle that. You don’t need to go to the Police, because if you do, their investigation could slow down this project. Leave everything to me.’ She positioned herself directly behind his back and began to knead his shoulders with her slender fingers.

He sighed, releasing the tension that had soaked his whole being.

‘Are you sure that is the right thing to do? My sister think we should tell the Police.’ He relaxed, letting her fingers work through his terse muscles.

Moremi rolled her eyes, she knew that little s--t was up to no good. Chalya had never liked her from the beginning and the feeling was mutual.
‘Who would you rather listen to: Your lawyer who knows what’s best for the project or your little sister who isn’t up to twenty five?’Moremi inquired.

Phillip knew Chalya was very protective of him and she wanted what was best, but he had come a long way with Moremi, he had to listen to her.
‘You.’

‘Good, trust me Phillip. I swear on my life, that I will never do anything to hurt you.’ She gave his nape a gentle sq££ze that sent a trail of sparkling delights down his spine.

‘I trust you.’ He murmured dreamily.
He was comfortable with Moremi, he had to tell her about Uncle Usman and the reason he was firing the man.

‘I am letting go of my uncle, you may have met him once.’ He paused; he guessed their first meeting took place the day Chalya spotted them outside of the building.

‘Your Uncle?’ She shook her head.
I don’t think I have met the man, but I have seen his name on the papers I’ve been working on.’

Phillip was surprised; he guessed Chalya must have fed him with lies. He shrugged and decided to let it; knowing that his sister could be very mischievous at times.

‘His name is Usman Hajjo and I will no longer need his services.’ Phillip was still unhappy about the secret his father had revealed to him. He thought he could work through it, but the new realization made things more complicated.

Moremi felt immobilized on the spot.
‘Why would you want to do something like that?’ She held her breath, if he succeeded in firing Usman, then all their plans will be ruined, she couldn’t let him do that.

Phillip wanted to spill the beans; he wanted to let Moremi into his family secrets. He wanted to tell her how irresponsible Uncle Usman was and how he had been sleeping with his mother.

‘He is not an honest man.’ He murmured.
‘Honest? I don’t still get you. But this man is your uncle; you wanted him on your team for a reason.’ Moremi stopped; she pulled her fingers away from him.

Phillip had hired Usman because he was a professional architect and would help create new designs for the buildings, but he was starting to have a re-think now and nothing could make him change his mind.

‘He is good at his job, I went through his profile, Phil. Look, I don’t know what difference you have with your uncle, but if you really consider this project as important, you will settle it and move on.’ Moremi had to fix this. She knew Usman would never forgive her should he get fired.

‘Why are you on his side? You don’t even know what he did.’ Phillip scoffed.

She moved from his back and pulled a chair close to him, so she could look him directly in the eye while conversing.

‘I don’t need to know that whatever you have against him is personal. You were the one that advised me to apply professionalism, why are you letting your sentiments get into the way of your job?’

Phillip agreed that he had made that statement.
‘But what if you are not strong enough to fight off the power of your emotions? What if you can’t help but let them get into the way of your job?’

She licked her lips and pressed her fingers on her laps, ‘Then you were never trained to be a professional.’

Phillip cursed under his breath, ‘F--k that man.’ He moved to the corner of his office where the cellar was placed.

Moremi watched him with keen eyes, then quickly pulled out her phone and texted Usman about his nephew’s strange behavior. If Usman had indeed done something to hurt Phillip, then she would never forgive him for getting into the way of her wealth acquisition.

‘I am not supposed to tell you this, but make sure you keep it to yourself.’ Phillip grabbed a bottle of Hennessy, shinked it into a glass before he returned to his seat.

She swallowed and dropped the phone; she had to listen to what he had to say. If Usman was hiding something important from her, this was her opportunity to take the upper hand in the partnership they had.
‘You know you can trust me with anything. We have a come a long way Phil. I am your friend and your lawyer.’

He sipped slowly from his glass, the liquid made his tummy rumble from too much warmth. He needed this, he needed to be strong.
‘Usman is my father.’ He was tempted to have another round, but he decided against it. Drinking never made anyone feel better.
‘I don’t understand…’ Moremi rose to her feet in disbelief.

‘Yes, my father told me a lot of things last night. Usman had an affair with my mother before she got married to his brother. I am the product of their liaison. Usman is a heartless and wicked man who tried to kill my father, but failed. Instead of my father, the assassin killed my mother.