“And the Warren Agency?” Milton asked as he gave Tiwari the magazine he has been reading.“The revenue isn’t bad. Simone has been doing well although her friend is dead.” Tiwari replied while handing him the tablet he has been using.“Aida, did you arrange the meeting?” Milton asked a proud smile spread on his face. Samantha was bright when she advised him to pick Simone as the CEO of the Warren Agency.“Yes, Master Jackson. You will meet him tomorrow at Mine & Mince Hotel.” Aida responded, smiling at Milton as if her life depended on it.At first, when Milton noticed it, he pushed it away telling himself Aida was glad she was working for him. But seeing the smile was getting creepier as minutes passed by, he knew he had to ask if she needed a doctor.“Sir, the Honey Glitter Accessory boss called earlier on and asked if you could visit soon. It is an emergency.” Aida said, her mouth was so wide even Tiwari noticed.“Oh, good heavens. Are you alright?” Tiwari asked, standing.Milton ro

Perhaps he was mean to Simone and shouldn’t have responded the way he had. But what was he supposed to say when he was glad he hasn't thought of Samantha for hours? He was being strong because he knew he had to. The waiter spoke so loud that Tiwari and the other customers heard him. Unfortunately, the minutes he used to come to where Milton was, was enough for the waiter to tell Milton what was on his mind. “We get tired as you do. We expect respect as you do. Being a second-hand-in command doesn’t give you the right to yell at people like her. Like us. Do you think she wants to work with someone like you?” The waiter asked, his hand holding the edge of the table so tight. Simone seeing that, leaned forward and whispered, “Sir, we are having a friendly conversation. You misunderstood the situation.” The waiter slapped a hand over Simone, “Hush dear, I am here for you. I will protect you although we are strangers.” Milton gaped. The waiter continued, narrowing his eyes at Milto

“Ronae left in the morning, Master Jackson,” Tiwari reported.Milton asked, “is she an enemy or a friend?”“You shouldn’t let your guard down when you are with Ronae. She is unpredictable.”Milton hummed. Although Ronae hadn’t acted funny ever since the stupid snatch outside Gabe’s company, Milton knew Tiwari wouldn’t lie.“Will she return?”Tiwari smiled, pulling his hair into a ponytail, “not sure. Perhaps you should call her later and ask.”“That sounds like a good idea,” Milton replied, tapping his pen on the table. He was reading some files Aida brought earlier.“That is disturbing,” Tiwari complained, pointing at the pen.Milton chuckled, “Tiwari, do you mind telling me what happened between my father and uncle? Brianna and Ronae. Plus the Coltons. Oh, you too. If you were in prison for ten years, where were you before?“And how did you relate to my parents? The videos you showed me aren’t clear enough. What did you do for my parents, especially for my mother to like you that mu

“Oh, Mr. Jackson, you shouldn’t have bothered.” Fiona Glen said dismissively, staring at the sparkling pearl earrings.“No problem, ma’am,” Milton replied, showing off his teeth. Hoping they didn’t realize how fake the smile was. “But where did you get the money from.” She eyed him up and down. There it was, the beginning of belittlement. Oh, how he wished he thought wrong.“Honey, don’t be rude.” Mr. Glen came to his defense.“Mrs. Glen, you would look beautiful in those.” Milton complimented, staring at the door, hoping Gabe or Nala would come through, embarrass him then call it a night.Although he was exhausted, he couldn’t miss coming. He promised Glen.However, just yesterday he learned the date he agreed to aligned with Mrs. Glen’s birthday and luckily, Tiwari knew someone who would sell him the pearls in such minimal time. Milton wondered what Gabe told her.The pearl was from him, did it matter if they were fake or real?She should be grateful, no?Mrs. Glen squinted her ey

“Why did you reinstate them?” Tiwari asked, holding the door open for Milton.“They know the routine.” His answer was simple.“Not because of Brianna?” Tiwari decided to test the waters.Milton ignored him and turned to Aida, “did he say what was the impromptu meeting for?”“No, sir,” Aida replied, struggling to keep up with their powerful strides.At the receptionist's desk, “where do you think you are going?” The woman asked angrily.“To meet Mr. Gabe,” Aida responded.“You can’t meet Mr. Gabe without an appointment, you imbecile, come back here.” The receptionist called. She removed her shoe and threw it at Milton.It hit him on the back of the head.Milton turned around and walked towards the receptionist, anger visible on his face. Seeing this, Tiwari stopped him. “I will handle this. Aida, come on.”Milton narrowed his eyes at the lady but walked away with Aida.“Milton, fun seeing you here,” Gabe said, munching on a banana.Milton grabbed the banana and threw it at the basket.