Thrice the number of times I had been to the club. Thrice the number of times I had seen her. Now on my third drink, my nerves were racked to the core.
The alcohol was without the reprieve I sought from the anxiety burning deep in me. It seemed she still had not shown up and my frustration was beginning to show.
I, Martin Mwai was a man on a mission. A mission to find a woman undeniably intoxicating me to levels of a new high.
It had not been a once over deal. I had been pacing my scotch whiskey over at Xenon, a popular spot for the upper middle class in town. Why my eyes wondered off to the dance floor that night I still do not know. I should never have looked over my drink. I should never have let my eyes linger over the dance floor. But I did, and that is when she caught my eye. I looked, I saw and I was tempted.
She caught me in a trance. Her body was a work of art, a masterpiece making my calm demeanor border onto insanity. She was dancing infront of me. So sensational was she, her body working in rhythm to the music. Her music, the music of seduction.
She held me with her gaze, her eyes delving deep into the abyss of me, intriguing me with her moves. With her hands above her head, she looked every bit a goddess, the very epitome of enchantment. Every time she passed her hands over herself, my breath caught.
Then her eyes. The passion in them was casting a spell on me. With the way she was winding, her body singing out to mine, time seemed to slow. Confusion reigned deep in my mind. Everything became distant. Sheer obsession consumed me. I had been tethered to the pillar that is the magic of her.
My willpower’s captor wined on, the dance floor seemingly a torture device set up for her to weaken me to the knees. To shatter my resolve I had thought I had hardened. Her dance, the dance of seduction, had become my body’s corruption.
Now seated at the bar, my neck was throbbing from constantly being craned. Being craned looking for her. I looked at the dark brown liquid in my glass. It made miniature waves as I moved the glass in circles on top of the counter. A smile formed on my lips as I thought of how stupid I was feeling because of a woman I barely even knew.
Just when I had decided to look for the last time, there she was, dancing away. Her hair moved about her head as she swayed. Seeing her again made a jolt of electricity run through me. I turned away from her to face the front. I proceeded to grab my drink and empty the glass. I had had enough. It was now time to face my obsession. I got up and walked towards her.
“Bwana Mwai, we happen to be in a very important meeting, eh. Now, we would all appreciate it if you could kindly get your head back in the game…Mr.Mwai…Martin…”
A nudge from a colleague brought me back to reality. Amid sniggers of contempt from the other board members, I quickly worked on getting back my composure and get on with the others in the meeting.
“I’m sorry sir. I got a bit carried away.” With that I sat up and pushed back thoughts of Eva Kiuna deep into the recess of my mind. At least for then.
With his best look of disdain yet making me coil in my seat, the Managing Director gave a grunt of disapproval and with his elbows on the varnished mahogany of the conference table, he shifted his weight forward and knitted his brows. I feared for what was to come. I also wondered if I was ever going to effectively communicate the fact that it was not complete disregard that I had, but rather a state of anarchy that muddled my mind. And not just then, as we sat facing others in the company’s lobby level conferenceroom, no. It went beyond the solid and glass walls of this emergency seating.
We were dealing with the biggest case to hit the country in nearly a decade and the media frenzy was insane to say the least.The fact that I was lead counsel for one of the parties meant that I had dealt with what could only be termed as constant and intolerable intrusion into my personal lifeby society at large. The timing could not also have been any better. Havis, the world’s largest law firm with offices in over 96 countries in the world, was eyeing Kenya through a partnership with Wafula and Wafula Company Advocates, where I work and also the country’s biggest law firm. What this meant for me? That I could make a partner. But only if I could prove myself.
“Can you have the decency to act like the lead counsel you are Mr. Mwai,” he spat in my direction, as if reprimanding an incompetent instead of the top pick for partner that I was. “It certainly does not inspire anyone’s confidence to see the lead strategist lost in what I could only hope is relevant to the matters at hand,” He finished with an ugly curl of his lips.
I clasped my hands in front of me on the cool smooth surface of the table and tried to maintain a confident gaze I hardly felt.Ten minutes later, my eyes took a quick glance of the entire board, one fairly content with my ridicule and altogether aware that they could be next even as the director continued with his briefing on the order issued against our client. The breeze from a nearby fan seemed particularly noticeable due to my half rolled up sleeves. I wondered what Miss. Kiuna would make of the Managing Director.