The crossroad

Jonah-Lee Brown, Contributor

It was his first day as the new chief executive officer of Dextramotives. He knew he was the best person selected for the position as his 30 years of life evolved around vehicles.

Atkin Munro was what a person would call 'good looking'. He was a tall, dark gentleman, with full lips, perfectly positioned and deep brown eyes that could drive a lady into a coma.

As he got out of his car, he had a glance of the three-storey building located east of the printing factory, right in the centre of New Haven's buzz.

Atkin was early so he decided to take the stairs. Orientation meant much to him, so that morning he dressed perfectly for the occasion. He wore a light-beige suit with an aqua-blue shirt and black suede shoes to disguise his large feet.

He walked down the corridor feeling confident about himself. He knew he would do his job well. He was escorted to the boardroom to meet the other executive members. It was mid-morning and he was tired of introductions and well-wishes. As he was entering his office, he saw her.

That afternoon, he went to lunch, still wondering who she was, he knew he was introduced to everyone on staff, so it had to be a customer, but all he knew her legs were gorgeous.

AND THEN HE MET HER

He was exhausted as he drove home that evening, but then he remembered those long, slender legs, the thought racked his mind and sent chills through his body. He peered through his window and saw those legs again and knew then that she would not escape.

He pulled over and introduced himself, she responded pleasantly and introduced herself as Rachael Mondale.

Seeing that she was waiting for the bus, Atkin offered her a ride home. Rachael accepted the lift and, that night, Atkin was overjoyed that he had a 'goddess' beside him.

Atkin fell in love with Rachael from then on, and had been dating for a month.

However, Rachael had many secrets and was a reserved person. Atkin wanted her to trust him and share them in her own time.

It was 8 p.m. on a Tuesday and Atkin's secretary told him his mother was on line two to speak with him.

"Yes, mom, how are you?" Atkin said.

His mother was happy as she had found her daughter whom she had lost years ago.

Atkin never knew his sister because she was taken from her mother at the age of four, while she had been in rehabilitation for drug addiction, but Atkin imagined her to be a graceful, kindhearted lady much like his mother.

It was late the same evening and Atkin received an email, attached was a picture. He hurriedly read the mail,' this is your sister, I found her this morning'. He downloaded the picture and froze.

"Rachael!" he shouted. Atkin was numb from head to toe at what he had discovered. Rachael was his sister.

A few moments later, Rachael walked in.

"Atkin," she said, "I have something to tell you," she blurted out with joy, "I am pregnant!"