WHEN YOU LOVE

HARRY, WHERE ARE YOU?

Sana recalled how she danced with everyone at Camille's and Janet's wedding. Also, how happy people were that day.

Treat people with kindness, Harry sang.

None had treated the other kindly in a while. Sana wondered once again where did everything go wrong?

Why did Camille become this antagonist?

Sana tried to look at it from the woman's perspective. No matter the angle, she didn't see the right part of the process.

Sana came to the same conclusion she had a fortnight ago. Camille could at least have asked. It wasn't much, but it would have avoided the Eastenders-like drama take.

When did Janet become this weak link?

At work, the woman avoided Sana like one does Ebola. Janet, who was so outspoken, didn't even let out a mouse squeak in Sana's presence. The woman forgot she had explicitly told Janet not to approach her in her threat.

Finally, how, in the name of a baby born in Nazareth, did she become a whistle-blower?

The woman had waited so long to fall in love, and when she finally grasped her real-life rom-com, she killed it with a salty vibe.

Sana wondered how she could get things back to As It Was.

The office was effervescent. The infamous time of the retail convention was at hand, and if usually, some lived it as a chore, this time around, everyone had the jitters.

The culprit of the hype was the location.

Lisbon.

Their company had recently set up an office and opened eight stores across the country.

The headquarters facing the beach made everyone's mouth water. From a three time a year event, the convention was now a one-time gig that lasted five days instead of three.

The idea behind the once-a-year event was to avoid having managers travel three times a year and do something significant with the budget instead of giving mediocre hotels, meals, and parties.

The company wanted bigger and better to keep the managers who sweated on the field engaged and have them pledge allegiance to work their arses off for the love of it.

Though the event was a month away, many, like Keela, had already ordered bikinis.

"Do you really think we'll have time for a dip? Know how it is workshops and more workshops."

"Aren't you a spoilsport?" Keela hissed.

Sana wished to reply she didn't have anything to rejoice about at that instant. Her relationship with Lee seemed at a dead end. Her face was puffy, and she was bloated by stress. No, buying swimwear was not one of her priorities. Lee filled all her thoughts; he wasn't there the last time she went to grab a few things. She felt terrible. Sana knew she had messed up and that she shouldn't have left, but she felt no longer welcomed.

In the back room of her mind, she imagined Lee coming to her when she knew it was her who had to make the first step and apologize. Keela tried to cheer her up by forcing her on outings. Of course, Olaf was everywhere she went.

The man was calm and soft-spoken. It was evident he liked her a lot. He was in his thirties, single, and seemed to double up his efforts to capture her attention. Sana suspected Keela of letting out some gas concerning her situation with Lee. Olaf whiffed the airy scent of a breakup.

Perhaps it was all in her head. She probably unconsciously saw herself back in the singles market because of the situation. Sana was vulnerable, and for Olaf, it was the perfect moment to approach the woman.