Hi,
I am finally going to commit myself to writing a novel. Guess i could call it 'Something New'.
Tanya Williams will be the heroin amidst other people.
Chapter 1
Motanya Williams sighed as she dropped from the bus to enter her office. She stood at 5 ft 3 inches tall. She was lithe and elegant. She could be wearing a sack of Garri and she would still be elegant. She was a military brat and so grew up kind of tough and still kind of sheltered. She was tech savvy and intelligent enough to win the confidence of her boss, tis why she was top notch at the advertising agency she worked at.
She was dressed in a greyish skirt-suit with a pretty baby-pink shirt and short crop of hair, she was the epitome of lady-like week days anyways. Her 'bestie' worked in the same department as she did. in another company. She dialed Amanda Living stone's phone and began her morning.
"Babes, how are you doing?"
She yelled into her phone in the way she was used to. Her friend was the opposite of her, she was amazon princess. 5 11' or so and beautiful.
"You no well you know. Where is my birthday present?"
She giggled behind her voice. Her friend had an infectious laughter and a great personality but these days was not smiling quite as often as she used to.
"You'll get it" Tanya murmured not sure the gift she would even buy.
"You think this is funny right"
She could hear a tinge of anger in her bff best-friend-forever. Right about now, she had no feelings and so she felt like she was best betrayer forever.
She could easily have bought her a gift but she considered her family first when it came to money and by the way her bff was not quite so generous with money. Especially if she wanted to please herself first.
Instead she said,
"Give me time, i'll get you what you will like".
She dropped the phone and called her beau. He was a sweet banker on the surface anyway and eager to please. She was one of those girls that had this aura of a sweet loving girl who was pliable. And funny thing is that she was pliable. She just did not like it being made obvious that she was. Whatever!
'Drats' she thought to herself as she walked into the building. She told herself that artists are allowed to be temperamental. She did not have to wave a hello if she did not want to. If you want good work, don't annoy the artist. lol she laughed and walked to her desk.
Three years she had worked in this organization and all she had was a lousy desk. She wanted a corner office on the ninth floor with the clouds waving and the sun smiling up everyday. She wanted fulfillment as well as financial benefits. She wanted to whole nine yards. A handsome rich dude with a Ferrari and a house in Lekki phase I, walk on the beach and go cart rides on the weekends, a family and twin boys at first.
What she did have was a boy friend who wanted to do movies on the weekend and a best friend who could be beefing on/off. She did not know why she put up with bulls**t. She guessed love had something to do with it. She sighed and slide her legs under her desk, said her morning prayers, slipped on her earphones and went to wonderland on her laptop. Time to get to creating something new for that big account. Today couldn't be any different from other days.
Yes she did decent work, even excellent when she stretched herself but she wanted 'spice', she wanted pizazz, something to make her jump, to get her blood pumping in the morning because she knew something different was going to happen today.
"Sweetheart" she mummured to herself, "You better get to doing something important cause you got to pay the bills".
She smiled to herself. Imagine the motivation for work.
***
She barely finished her morning rounds of complaint when a tall dude 6 2' tall walk in, in no less than denim, buff-brown shoes and a black blazer, he was casual all the way but you could smell the money from a distant. Maybe this was prince charming come to save her from boredom...
"Hi Dean"
"So what you think? Is the campaign going to fly?"
"Hi sweet thing"
He smiled. The smile should draw her heart strings but it did absolutely nothing to her temperature. She was immune to his charms because he had the misfortune to have known her from when they were teenagers.
There was her mind running ahead of her; it was only her long time buddy Dean Saunders who had walked next to her desk for some months now. She had known him from the age of 16, had something of a crush on him and was over it. Many a girl may find him irresistible, to her he was the boy next door from high school.
"Just exercising my brains, imagining stuff" she sighed "Just fooling around, let's seat up for the days work".
"Dean, i think i need a vacation"
"re-invent myself, i am kind of bored, i need new enthusiasm"
"Uh huh, how much time do you need?"
"
Just three weeks"
*Garri: The staple food in the south-south part of Nigeria.
Tell me what you think!
