LOVES NOT IN HER DICTIONARY

BACK TO SENSES.

"Ahem!" The Manager cleared his throat to wake him out of his dirty trance to the amusement of Mansa. Immediately he came back to his senses and realized what was going on, he out stretched his hands apologetically and shared a handshake with Mansa in embarrassment.

"Hi! My pleasure making your acquaintance as well as my apologies for ogling." He replied shamefully.

"Kindly follow me to my office just around the corner, so we can work out the issues pertaining to your files please." She said wearing her accommodating smile still.

"Sure!" He replied with a wicked smirk. "Which better ambiance than an alone time with this fresh catch of a goddess to work my magic." he thought. However, he made an observation. Mansa was not like other females. There was nothing flirtatious with her mannerisms towards him. She was completely up tight with professionalism from start to finish; unlike some of the females in that same particular building, specifically the exact same company, in fact! He'd say her colleagues were making advances towards him. Yet he was not discouraged.

"Shall we?" She inquired.

"Of course! we shall!" He exclaimed energetically ensued by. "Lead the way mame." In a supposed sexy tone."Alone with her in her office for a short while might be just what I need to turn things around. who knows? "He thought to himself.

Mansa! The particular representative designated to him by 'TRUSTWORTHY SECURITY INSURANCE' back in the days was no other person than the woman beating his heart down presently. The same way she ended up catching his heart in the first place!

In her office that fateful day, she spared him no glance than go straight to the paperwork after listening to his complaint. Even when he he tried to make conversation? She'd give him a courteous answer which ended the discussion before it began. Tried as much as he did? She never spoke more to fulfil his expectation. He wondered if he was touching on topics of his disinterest or he was loosing his touch? He took multiple excused trips to the washroom to check himself out on countless occasion and tried brief Convo initiations with some females on his way back which flowed to his rhythm.

"What am I missing here?" He asked himself in distress.

Because he couldn't understand what was going on. Mansa made no advances at him, no suggestive body languages nor gestures, to even borrow him a look for few seconds? was oit of the question.