A HUSBAND FOR CHRISMAS - EPISODE 1

They say don’t let your alarm clock be the only reason you wake up every morning but for Scarlett Finley it was always a less passion driven way to start her ever stressful days.

“Rinnnnngggggg” the alarm clock rang loudly enough to annoy any healthy minded homosapien

She grunted, flipped her hand over to the bedside nightstand and turned off the alarm.

She held her elbows to the bed to weigh herself up, her long black straight hair fell all over her face.

Her legs climbed out of the bed and into the flip flops.

She tied her night rope around her body and walked to the long curtains against the transparent glass doors to her balcony and pulled it open.

The sun from outside covered the dull room.

“Homegirl” she called, tucking strands of hair.

“Behind every successful woman is herself. Let’s go make some money girl!”

The robotic homegirl speaker said.

Scarlett lifted her nose into the air and closed her eyes for a second.

To her, a career inspirational quote was needed every morning to kick off her day. She needed to remind herself that she was doing the right thing

She pulled out a chair from beneath the table and sat.

Her sketch pad and pen laid on the table, she took the pen and made some adjustments on the lilac coloured blazer suit she had sketched out the previous night.

Scarlett Finley has made a name for herself in the fashion industry

She’s the biggest and most successful in consistency. Her designs are celebrated in this side of the world.

Her phone rang, she went for it with the energy in which she anticipated some news from work but her excitement and anticipation died when she saw who was calling.

It was her mother!

don’t get me wring, no child is unhappy to see a mother’s call but definitely not a pressurizing one.

The phone rang and stopped, she sighed… The phone rang again proving Mrs Finley’s relentlessness

She swiped the screen and moved the phone to her ear

“Hi mum” she said to the other side, bracing herself for whatever the reason for the call was.

“Lettie dear, did your sister call?” Mrs Finley’s ever lovely voice echoed into her daughter’s ear.

“No mum, which of my sisters,did something happen?” She turned and took steps into the middle of the room.

Mrs Finley replied from the other end, leaving Scarlett in mixed emotions

“Maddy got engaged last night, she’s your younger sister”

Madison Finley is the fourth and last child of the Finley family and now she’ll be getting married before her eldest sister Scarlett.

“How’s Dad?” Scarlett asked instead

ignoring her mother’s constant pressure for her to get herself a man and don’t just any man, one that’ll will walk her down the long aisle of the family’s fond cathedral church

Scarlett being the first daughter and second child of the family has remained single for years while her siblings start a family.

Something that didn’t seem to go well with her mother.

“Scarlett Finley, your elder brother and younger sister are both married with kids and now your baby sister is about to do the same”

Whenever her mother calls her name in that manner it means she’s was going to remind her that raising a family of her own mattered more than her career.

She was brought up in a rich home but her mother’s mentality regarding modern women was uninfluenced.

“I’m getting ready for work mum, tell Dad I said Hi. Love you!”

She said in a rush and ended the call.

She dropped the phone and looked at the huge portrait of her hanging on the wall above the bed.

“Homegirl, play me independent women by Destiny’s Child”

She took off her night robe and dropped it. She needed just the right thing to brace up her passion driven self

*Independent women by Destiny’s Child playing*

She headed for her closet and picked out a pair of orange pants and a pink top with flare sleeves.

“Question, tell me what you think about me?
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings” she sang along, swinging her hips into the shower cubicle.

She took her time to doll up, complimenting her makeup with red lipstick to match the coming season

She picked up her midi hand bag, laptop and walked out of her bedroom.

“Good morning miss Scarlett, Breakfast”

Mrs Thandiwe Greene said to majestical steps Scarlett.

Mrs Thandiwe Greene is an African American middle aged woman who as works as Scarlett’s help at home.

She comes in before breakfast and leaves after dinner every other day except weekends.

“Thanks Thandiwe but I have to go now”

Scarlett searched for her car keys on the couch

“Miss Scarlett, it’s Than-di-we” her cheeks lifted in a rather tight smile and her lashes battered.

“That’s what I said”

One would safely say that aside family and few friends, Thandiwe was the only person Scarlett talked to nicely.

Every other person is shown both her sassy and bossy personality.

“No you pronounced it wrongly as usual” Thandiwe agreed like her usual self would.

She had an habit of always wanting to have the last one and she doesn’t stop until one is fully convinced of whatever issue it is.

“Found it!” Scarlett expressed

excitement in finding her car keys. She walked pass Thandiwe and headed for the door.

“Whatever Thandiwe! I will be home late so don’t wait for me to return before leaving” she mentioned before disappearing out of Thandiwe’s sight who sighed and went ahead to have the breakfast.

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At Arle’s Couture it was a busy morning at the fashion house with everyone trying to meet up before Scarlett’s arrival to work.

Some prepared for the meeting while others either sketched out more creative designs or stitch pieces together.

Anyone knew that fashion designers are one of the busiest during festive seasons

Andrea ran in her heels with a cup of hot coffee, headed for Scarlett’s office.

Andrea is the secretary and personal assistant to Scarlett. She anxiously double checked the office to come sure she doesn’t lose her job out of the slightest mistake

She bent to the table and sweeped her index finger on it

“Dust? We need to get this janitors fired!” She expressed disgust and took a napkin to do the cleaning herself

“She’s is here!!!” One of the staff announced loudly. Everyone ran Helter skelter to properly organize themselves to avoid her drama.

Andrea got tensed and ran down to welcome Scarlett who stepped into an extremely quiet building.

“Welcome Miss” Andrea greeted with a smile.

She held out the iPad and started reading out the day’s schedule while Scarlett’s stilettos heels click-clacked around the corridors.

Everyone had their heads down to their business to avoid eye contacts with the ever Sassy boss.

She walked pass and they exhaled softly and quietly. Scarlett stopped and turned back

“Miss the meeting with the advertising department starts in thirty minutes” Andrea read on from the retina screen display.

Scarlett looked around and walked to the desk of a fashion illustrator.

“Goo..good morning Miss Scarlett” the guy on purple tinted hair said in a stutter.

She picked up the sketch pad on his desk and stared at it for a while

“What are the basics in croquis sketch?” Scarlett questioned the young man whose fingers trembled in his palm.

“Cro.. croquis drawing requires..the basics”

“You’re new!” She stated and dropped the pad back on the table.

Indeed he was new and oblivious of the kind of boss Scarlett is.

Her face always upright yet takes note of every single thing that happens around her.

The people knew this and would try as much as possible not to draw her attention.

She walked to the middle of the spacious down floor

“You!” She pointed randomly at a lady on long ponytail

“Me?” The tension was rising up, leaving everyone on the fear of query or even worst.. losing their job.

“What are the basics of croquis drawing?” She threw the question to the lady who sat behind her desk with a laptop in front of her.

“You must start with a straight line before dividing into equal sections and after that you.,..”

“Andrea, get to his departmental head to prepare his dismissal letter and with proper procedures” Scarlett said to her secretary, cutting the young lady off.

“Miss please don’t fire me”

She walked into her cozy spacious office and went over to the desk.

looking at the finely black desk and turned back to Andrea.

“When is the meeting?” She flipped her hair and adjusted the vintage scarf tied on collar of her blazer suit.

“They’re already waiting for you Miss” Andrea replied and also stylishly flipped her curly brown hair.

Invariably, Andrea does everything to be like Scarlett Finley.

She looked up to her at every point in time and tries to act like her all the time

“What was that?” Scarlett asked spotting her mimics for the hundredth time. She choose to ignore and simply play the card

“Nothing Miss, your coffee!”

“It’s cold, let’s go” Scarlett walked out of her desk and into the corridors leading to the meeting hall.

Andrea opened the door and she walked into a room filled with the advertising department staff of Arle’s Couture.

They greeted her in unison as she sat carefully.

“Tell me some goodnews or get back to work. It’s the season and I’m too busy for irrelevance” Scarlett’s high-pitched voice filled the room. The only agenda she wanted to hear from them was that of the Zyair Estrella Modelo.

The room was quiet for a minute… Andrea dropped a cup of coffee in front of Scarlett and some other files.

“I assume your silence means your hardwork for some months has yielded no results”

she sipped from the cup of seemingly hot black coffee.

“Mr Zyair Dakota’s has signed the contract, everything has been finalized. What we need now is your signature on the cheque to fund the project” Mr Rogers announced.

Scarlett’s lips curved in a very beautiful smile. Her long straight legs waggled under the table as she tried to curtail the excitement of finally closing the deal to have one of the finest models work with her.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s get the designs fitted and start projection started” she said all smiles matching the energy of her staff.

She opened the files and started dropping her signature were necessary. She turned to Andrea

“Order for some pizza and donuts for everyone, let’s celebrate this”

Her smile lightened the room.

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The camera shuttered continuously towards the man who stood 10 feet from the white backdrop.

His right hand trailed into the deep narrow lines of his bare abs.

His left hand brushed into his fluffy shiny hair.

He tucked his hand into the black pants he wore and striked poses just like any professional model would.

He stopped and walked out of the backdrop stand

“Let’s take five, everybody!”

His voice came out just as attractive as his perfect body.

A small stature lady brought some flip flops and he slipped his feet into them. He took the napkin from her and wiped his face, grabbed a bottle of water and gulped it down.

“Zyair” a feminine voice called.

She swayed her hips seductively as she walked to him,

her lips were curved in a beguiling smile.

“You drink so messily and it’s sexy” she winked at the last part and resulted to wiping his body, trailing her long artificial nails on his chest.

“Stace, what are you doing?” Zyair said dropping his jaw to stare at her.

Stacey Abrams is his personal assistant and supposedly longtime friend.

He was disgusted at her failed efforts to seduce him for the longest of times.

Women were something he didn’t much fancy like every other sane man.

Zyair Dakota, drop dead gorgeousness of a finely built man at his late twenties. Known to have mentored the best models in the part of the world.

“What’s next on the schedule?” He enquired, ignoring her excesses.

Stacey was familiar with his displeasures with women but she choose to be an endless effort.

She looked at him and moved her hand to brush his eyebrows.

“Sir we’ll love to have you back on the shoot” the tiny voice of the coordinator said, disrupting Stacey’s time.

“Are you blind? Can’t you see I’m still with him”

she flamed as her usual self.

Her eyeballs squinted at the young woman who did nothing but apologize before walking away.

Zyair took her hands off his body and walked back to the photo session.

Stacey stood there, admiring this man she wishes he’d be hers.

She heard the mumbles and giggles of the ladies behind who drooled over Zyair.

Her eyes rolled as she walked to them, they quivered as she walked towards them

“Ma.. Ma’am Stacey” one of the three young girls uttered almost under her breathe.

“What department do you work under?” She demanded authoritatively.

Her eyebrows raised at the silence.

Few people already turned to watch the drama that was about to unfold.

She looked at the IDs hanging over their heads and dragged one out, she winced from the pressure against her neck.

“Lowlifes!” Stacey exclaimed, threw the card to the floor and stepped on it.

More people started to pay attention to the scene.

“YOU’RE FIRED!!” She yelled to their faces.

Anyone would mistake her to be the boss when she wasn’t.

The girls simply walked away in no attempt to plead since it was useless.

Everyone feared her more than they did Zyair, she seemed to have the liberty to do as she pleases.

“Get back to work now or you’ll have your own slice” everyone fell back into place.

Zyair was too occupied to notice the whole drama happening in his company. She adjusted her shirt and walked out of the studio.