3 years later!“Smith!” her voice pierced into the room like a clarion call. He closed his eyes and remained by the door. The more she screamed for him, the harder he tightened his eyes shut as if he was going to prevent her voice from getting across to him. “Where are you? You son of a bitch!” she yelled. He then heard her footsteps thudding down the hallway and he knew she was coming to get him. It didn’t matter to her whether there were dozens of servants to attend to her. She always ensured she put him to use whenever she wanted. He knew that staying in the room with closed eyes wasn’t going to prevent him from the inevitable. She was going to barge in, hurl insults at him, and dole out instructions and he wouldn’t dare fail to carry them out. “I’m right here. I was just getting dressed.” He said and then pushed the door open. He pretended to adjust the sleeve of his shirt. He shut the door and rested his back against it. She eyed him from head to toe, her eyes filled wit

Smith stood before the large dressing mirror in front of him and heaved a deep sigh. It was a new day, the day he takes over as one of messengers at the company of his benefactors.Looking intensely at his reflection, Smith wasn’t sure of anything any more. Last night, the flashes plaqued his sleep in the form of nightmares and the struggle was intense. Las night, he saw flashes of people around him in an event and at this point, he wasn’t sure about his look either. He sighed and reached for the hair comb and began to brush his hair. On the table was a mini cosmetic store. His wife had great taste in makeup, hair products and creams so the table was always littered with her stuff. There was no time to arrange her mess. Smith needed to be at the office on time and since he wasn’t leaving with his wife and father inlaw who were having breakfast downstairs, he needed to start moving. His breakfast was delivered to his room as usual and as he made his way toward the door, he couldn’

Five minutes after he left, Samson returned looking more devastated. “What are you doing?” He hurried toward Smith and snatched the file from him. “I’m sorry.” Smith apologized without standing up this time. “Look, Betty is making me go crazy already. I can’t deal with you and don’t you ever go through company files.” Samson stated with a finger pointed at Smith. Smith swallowed. “I’m sorry. I just picked it up after you left and..”“Just shut up!” Samson said and turned around to leave with the file. “I think I can help!”Samson stopped. He turned around and saw Smith standing. “I mean, I can interpret Betty’s draft.” Smith said with a low tune. Even though he wasn’t sure of what this was going to, Smith had a deep conviction that he understood the document.Samson broke into a dry laugh. “Do I look like a joke to you?” Smith cleared his throat loudly. “It’s a partnership project and as the head of operations, Betty had spelt out the role of the each department in carrying out

Smith arrived at the office at quarter past 8 am and by the time he walked in, Mr. Carson’s office was already sparkling and Samson was setting the desk. It was clear that Samson showed up 30 minutes before Mr. Carson as he stated and even though the cleaners were up to the task, he deemed it fit to supervise them and always gave the final touches. “Good morning.” Smith greeted. Samson turned around and adjusted his red tie. “Morning, Smith. I can see you have good taste in clothes right?”Smith smiled. Lisa bought clothes for him right after the unofficial wedding but now, he couldn’t brag to Samson about his wife’s good taste especially based on the fact that the wedding was not something he was allowed to talk about and the thought of Lisa as his wife was incomprehensible.“Thanks,” Smith replied. He was dressed in one of the well-tailored black pants and checkered shirts Lisa got for him. “Mr. Carson and Lisa will be here soon. Make a photocopy of today’s agenda and distribute

“Thank you so much for showing up, son.” Mr. Jacobs said before throwing a strawberry inside his mouth. Derrick dabbed a napkin on his lips and turned to Mr. Jacobs. “Oh come on. I should be the one thanking you guys. I mean, I just got free dinner.”They all laughed. Mrs. Jacobs turned to her husband. “Sweetheart, you should take a shower.”He frowned. “Now, you’re going to let the kids know that I came to the table straight after dropping my briefcase.”Avery shook her head with a smile and then dropped her glass of wine. “The two of you should better stop being silly.”“I’ll go clean up.” Mr. Jacobs said after standing up. He extended his hand toward Derrick and they shook each other. Mrs. Jacobs abruptly stood up. “You two carry on. I’ll go clean the dishes.”Avery stared at the table. “But there’s still food. Are you sure you’re full and if you want to clean the dishes, you have to wait some little more.”Derrick turned to Avery. “I was expecting you to say. Mom, go and help D