Chapter 5
It can never be a myth that women take longer in everything. Just a mere business shopping and it's been like two hours now those two left.
He saw the bank notifications, but that doesn't matter. What matters now is that was it worth it.? Did they even make a change on her or it was just a waste of money and time.?
Mbutho calls, he picks up already full of this day. Let tomorrow just pass by also because coming to this office is now going to be a problem.
" Dear friend. How are you ?"
" I feel like the world can just go mute for a while. What's up ?"
Mbutho giggles.
" Yeah, well I've found two people who are ready to be your surrogacy. But then as a client in my hospital we will need you to confirm with them. Maybe make a contract or agreement."
Skhosana smiles. He gets up to move his legs for a minute, good news always been the ones to jiggle his bloodstream.
" Ok, when is the meeting.?"
" You can pitch in today. "
He sighed.
" I can't make it today buddy. Well my company booked me for the day so, maybe tomorrow."
" Ok, I'll talk it out with the volunteers ."
" Thanks man."
He hangs up and press his phone for any new messages but it's null.
Qinile finally walks in with Linda. They were even holding few shopping bags, and yes. It got all the staff members talking down there from first floor to this top floor to his office.
" Sir."
He turns around.
" Yes."
Qinile smiles representing herself infront of him and Linda who awaited for Skhosana to say something.
So for them to take this long, they went to a salon to braid her hair. Not bad..
Not bad at all.
She changed clothes to new ones and the heels go fine as well.
That's professional. This is what he needs for his company, a good image.
" Thank you Linda, you may all go back to work."
Qinile drops her smile. This man is impossible to crack obviously.
Linda puts the rest of the shopping bags on qinile's table and walked out. Skhosana sat on his chair opening his laptop.
" When is the meeting, sir.?"
She asked seated and bored already.
" You'll find everything on your email ."
" Can I do anything for you in the moment.?"
She wasn't hired here to stay and swear on the sun till it goes down always. There should be something personal assistants does.
" Did you finish the files I gave you yesterday.?"
" Yes.''
He diverted his looks at her table. She had her hands folded on her chest. Pathetic.
" And it seems like there was a problem on the numbers. And including the mistake that took place in the factory yet it's costs were not included in last month database."
He saw that last night when he worked his *** out back home.
Something that no one got to crack so far but him..and qinile now.
" Interesting."
That's all he said.
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“ ladies and gentlemen, esteemed shareholders, and honoured directors. I am thrilled to present to you today our latest innovation in baby care : little miracle wipes. As we continue to our portfolio in the infant and toddler market, we recognise the growing demand for premium, eco friendly and effective baby care products. ”
They applaud for him, qinile sticking her ayes on the papers infront of her without glancing at him. She is focused on what he says might be correct or not and she can see faults on Mr Skhosana 's presentation.
" The traditional baby wipes often fall short in meeting parents expectations sir."
She bluntly said eying the papers, all eyes gets directed to her.
Skhosana giggles that off, looking at her scared face when she gets to realise that she said it out loud.
" Go on assistant Q, you are not wrong."
He can't argue with her, not now and not infront of this people. It should be somewhere else.
" According to the reviews and comments, there seems to be harsh chemicals, artificial fragrance and inadequate cleaning power that can irritate the delicate skin, leading to discomfort and worry for parents. We can't dismiss that, moreover the environmental impact of disposable wipes weighs heavily on consumers minds."
After that followed a deep silent breath as she felt everyone staring at her including her boss. Mr Skhosana just waited for her to continue because that's not part of his presentation.
" So, I would say the solution is that, we could start on with natural ingredients, fragrance free and hypoallergenic material and provide eco friendliness with recycled materials. So basically the key benefits will be skin health, environmental responsibility and parent peace of mind."
" Won't that cost us, I mean not every company is willing to spend that much on eco friendly things. Because nobody cares."
Skhosana tries to protest against her.
" But people and communities do care."
" Cone on now, the market share will be two percent if we do that and remember even share holders need to benefit, everyone needs to benefit."
" My calculations says that revenue growth is 14 million in a year, market share is 5 percentage in one year expanding to 15 in three years. Gross margin at the total of 30 percentage in a year and improving 40 by year three. This will benefit everyone and including extra ten times of what they contributed."
Qinile passs out her presentation copies to everyone.
Mr Skhosana looks through it to the next page quickly and sure she is right, margins can go up if this product work. It has to work.
His company will be bigger than that of anyone.
Sizwe who sat across the table got annoyed and that alone made Skhosana grow wings.
"Any conclusions, because clearly this will be a fucked up plan."
Sizwe said annoyed to even look at Skhosana.
" Little miracle wipes represent a significant step forward in baby care, addressing unmet needs and capitalising on emerging trends. This is not only about business but families too."
Everyone clap hands for her and that alone got her nervous and scared. This is her first time meeting with rich people and having them to listen to you.
" What if something goes wrong.?"
" Are you against our proposal Mr Sizwe.?"
Skhosana saves the day. He might have hate qinile because she is a girl and might not like whatever that comes out of her mouth but then qinile is a worker under his care. She just made a blasting presentation that could make millions in a day.
Including putting a higher image on his name.
" Solidify is what we are committed to sustain, sir."
She answered.
" Good then, I'll have my cheque transferred to your company in a day or less than twenty four hours. Am sure it's also me and other shareholders that can't wait to be millionaires."
A fair fancy lady said with a smile to Skhosana.
" And you got yourself a good .. beautiful personal assistant if I may compliment. "
A man says glancing at qinile.
" Thank you."
She is blushing.
" Any man who bought those clothes will be jealous."
She laughs not believing a single thing this men say, how will Skhosana get jealous. He didn't or rather I say never complimented her an hour ago when she appeared infront of his face with this new clothes he paid for with his company card.
He should be a demon at this moment.
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QINILE.
Finally am out of that board meeting, a person could die trying to pull her self esteem into place.
They are rich, energy sucking and expensive to compare with.
A girl like me, no..a girl born and bred in Bridgestone that is well known for high population and poor background was seated amongst the famous and rich shareholders if I may classify, preaching about a product that my boss is about to form.
He had wrong calculations and misconceptions. If he had presented whatever he had with him I swear to god he would be swearing at god.
" Come on, hop in."
I looked around, oh it's him.
Am waiting for my Uber. I came her with an Uber because he left before me and yeah, I might have happened to withdrew some few bucks with the business card. He wouldn't notice them now but then I'll tell him later so that he might as well deduct it on my salary.
" The Uber is just somewhere close by."
I take my mobicel phone to check how many more minutes I'll wait and before I could the battery alerts me. It might as well shut down with ten percent.
It loves to show off and now it's not the time.
" Will you get yourself in the car assistant Q."
That came out as a bark. I frown at him but he kept a still face not even moving his eyes.
I walked to his car, opened the back door. . Yet he shuts it.
" Am not your driver. Get in the front."
Did I ask Nkosi Yami.?
Why is this man so impossible.?
This is what I thought of, a silent trip back to the office where I'll also wish to hang myself when I get there.
It's boring without a talk or any jokes being laid.
He is always serious and always thinking about work if not going back home.
He must have a demanding wife, I wonder how he smiles or how his smile looks like because he never smiles to the extend of exposing his teeth.
Who lives like that if not an oldan with stroke.?
I took out my business laptop and put it on my laps getting down on some files. I'll print them when we reach the company. I can't deal with this silence. It's making my blood cold and still at the same time.
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