Jonathan lifted his eyes and looked directly to where Pinky had her finger pointing. He saw the body which her daughter was talking about, laying down on the shores.
Without a second thought, he dropped a tilapia he had in the hand and jumped out of the boat. Pinky, whose face was frowned with fright, followed after him, upto where the was.
This was Kevin Moore laying on his stomach side, in an unconscious state.
Usually, whenever Kevin was on land, he happened to be in a complete human form. However, he knew nothing about humans, thus nothing about clothes.
"Is he still alive?" Snoopily, Pinky asked while she peeped from behind her father's back.
Carefully, Jonathan bent on his marks and gently put two fingers near Kevin's nose to check if he was still breathing.
"I think he is dead," he replied worriedly to his daughter.
The desire to handle this unplanned detour bemused Jonathan. Uncertainly, as he was still confused about what to do about the strange man's body, a water wave crushed at the shore and pored some of its water on Kevin.
Suddenly, in a single move, he opened his mouth which was a little bit hidden within the thick beard around his face, and closed it.
By the time this happens, Pinky is watching him closely, trying to understand who he is exactly.
"T The man is alive dad!" Stuttering anxiously, she exclaimed.
"Really?"
On quick brains, Jonathan took off his Jacket so fast and covered Kevin's nakedness. Right by Kevin's side was an old version computer, which he and his mother, in their uncivilized world, termed as an 'object' since they didn't know its real name.
Woefully unprepared, Jonathan had to take on the responsibility and help the stranger.
BUENA CITY:
In a heap of thoughts, Monica Yen seemed to be drowned while she stood infront of a wide wall mirror with her head down, inside the lady's washrooms.
As she was still in distress, the washrooms door opened. A young lady who was decently dressed in luxury outfits walked in.
"Mom!" As soon as the young lady saw Monica Yen in distress, she took off the dark shades and on quick steps she approached her.
"Oh, Babara....." Monica Yen raised her head up straight from stressful thoughts.
She always hated her daughter to see her miserable. But as her best friend, she couldn't avoid it from happening.
"Seriously mom! Yet you know we're out of time right now!" Babara complained.
"How long are you going to continue like this mom? For years now and it's still hard to share your pains with me _ I'm your daughter for crying out loud!" She went ahead to show deep concern.
"I don't want to say, but sometimes you become so annoying," with a sad attitude Babara added.
"I'm sorry sweetheart," Monica Yen had no excuse except to apologize.
"Anyway, its not the right time to get emotional _ It's better you get yourself back on the right course.... and don't forget your smile when we get outside the washrooms." Babara lifted her mother's spirit.
Quiet for a few seconds, Monica took a long breathe to relax.By the sink on the side was her purple coloured fancy handbag which Babara assisted her to carry as they walked out of the washrooms.
In a small voice, immediately after they had just stepped out of the washrooms, "we only have one minute to go," Playfully, all to cheer her mother up, back in a good mood, Babara Yen whispered so close in her ear.
"Was that really necessary?" Monica Yen, smiling indifferently, forgot her worries for a moment, hence back in a cheerful mood.
On glowing faces finally, gently, both their high heeled shoes stomped the marble floor of YEN COOPERATION headquarters as they walked, decently dressed in rich outfits.
Monica Yen's vast empire was a multi-billion pharmaceutical group of companies, dealing in manufacturing unique disease cures and special scientific research.
Infront of two hard glass doors, Monica Yen and Babara Yen approached and in place was a security guard in a black suit, ready to open the doors for the two to get in. And as soon as they entered, every body who was waiting inside stood up to recognize their presence in honor with muximum respect.
Direct on point, "all of you have heard, but never seen my daughter Babara Yen before," Monica Yen started to address the meeting.
With status, very beautiful and classy, Babara Yen lifted her arm up and waved to the administrators.
"That's my daughter," Monica Yen confirmed.
"Oh, wonderful...!"
Men and women in suits smiled their approval. "Wow....! She's very beautiful...." small voices murmured.
"Twenty years ago," Monica Yen related, "when Babara was a week old, I promised myself that when I make fifty years of age, I will resign the CEO position and handover to the young and vibrant generation to continue with brightening the future of YEN COOPERATIONS while I watch from my retirement space."
Hands of time never lie," she continued to say, "they run faster than we ever imagine _ here we're now."
A big round of applause covered inside the room.
Allover a sudden, in the midst of the meeting everyone began to sing; "happy birthday to you...," for Monica Yen in beautiful melodies. She was showered with love and appreciation.
This never left her the same. Tears of joy began to flow down on her smiling face and she whipped them off with the back of her palm. As she was still enjoying the beautiful melodies emotionally, a stubborn woman named secretary Jamila pulled out a big bottle of champagne from underneath the table and popped it.
This was yet another spice of the afternoon. Secretary Jamila, a grown-up woman, almost in the same age bracket with Monica Yen, began to dance up and down the whole room with a champagne bottle in the hand.
In her decent office wear which included white high heels, a yellow knee level skirt and a yellow coat on a white blouse, secretary Jamila put up a very stubborn perforance which left Monica tearing up in laughters.
"Secretary Jamila," Monica mentioned her name on joyful sighs as everyone in the room was still calming down from the peak of enjoyment.
"You're not only a secretary who has worked committedly hard with us for twenty years, but you're also a stress killer and you deserves more. For that matter before I step down today, I take this moment to appoint you as Babara's personal secretary."
Immediately after her brief speech, she thanked everyone around and walked out of the room with her daughter on the side.
Notably however, Monica Yen was wrong about secretary Jamila's true identity.