Wayne was now piquing interest in what the man said.The old man was Mr Dorogo's childhood friend. They have lived through their years together, their friendship came to a standstill when Dorogo figured he was not the sheep that he worked with for several years."And you what would you do for the oppressed?" Mr Dorogo speaking back left them in awe.Mr Twister never bothered to invest with the Dorogo despite everything that was done. "I have my esteem." The man let out a hard look.Mrs Dorogo stepped closer struggling not to roll his eyes. He let out. "Your esteem or your selfishness?" "Come home now!" The text was seen by Mrs Debbie.It was sent by Mr Bush accompanied by four missed calls move which she saw because she was acting as the moderator of the Wonders before her.She wouldn't have had this chance of Mr Dorogo supporting her if she hadn't been grabbed access for that she was more than delighted that Natalie brought her good-for-nothing husband along with them."Why don't y

Ric has a flash, and he gazed up, Mr Bush never acknowledged his position in the family. He let out a roaster of laughter that was distraughting, he dropped the memo and he saw Francis stepping forward towards them."Ric you have quite the flare," Francis said trying to get his grasp as to why Dylan was so close to Ric."What are you doing here Francis?" Ric was suspicious of the harsh and unwelcoming look on his brother's face. Ric rubbed his chin then shoot up patting his brother's shoulder, "Francis, I thought you belong to another branch of the company downtown and not here, what brings you to the capital?" Ric asked, he slightly tilted his head and nodded for Dylan to leave."Brother, I see you have something up your sleeves." Francis let out while sitting down And glaring at Dylan."While I take my leave, Ric I think you might want some more."Ric smiled, he tossed the pen finding the courage in Dylan's speech impressing, he scoffed. "Dylan has changed a lot, I find this impress

The stretchers were being moved along with the casualties, groans of pain echoing through the villa.Natalie held her hand to her chest. When her phone managed to turn on, she received a notification that said the meeting scheduled for eight o'clock pm had been cancelled due to a security threat."What happened back there?" Mrs Debbie asked curiously as she glanced through the screen."There is a blast and everywhere reads that it's the villa Natalie went to instead of the father," Ric said with concern."Her number is not pushing through either," Francis said chewing down on his finger, he used to do this whenever he was nervous and figured out there is a serious situation."Does that mean Natalie could be dead?" Wayne's voice cuts in, her nails tapping on the staircase rim with her face indifferent."Don't be so stupid who is talking about death here? She can't be dead!" Mrs Debbie yelled shunning Wayne.Wayne rolled her eyes. "It's just a simple meeting and nothing dire and if ever

Mr Dorogo picked one image with his right hand and the other with his left hand as he compared the two images in his hands. He gave Mr Turner a quick glance, then he paused his lips and nods."If we want to land the new Stone City project we would need to meet face-to-face with the new mayor." He dropped one card and picked another from the table. "When does the nomination period begin?" "The floor leaders of the leading and opposition parties are waiting for your call, sir." Mr Dorogo studies the images while one of his workers announces."Is it not my money they're waiting for?" He licked his lips.The officer couldn't look Mr Dorgo straight in the face."They won't give the project to a different company after getting your money right?" Mr Turner said, entertaining his fingers together and getting into the frame with Nr Dorogo."Do you know why you must be careful when you spend other people's money, Turner?" Mr Dorgo raised his head, stealing a quick glance at the man's profile.

Mr Turner's gaze locked on the thick wall that was illuminated by the light from the street he then turn to Dlyan wondering whether that sound is coming from him. ''are you sure of what you're saying?"Dylan gave a quick nod to what the man asked. He couldn't be any surer than he was at the moment, he was bathed and humiliated then tossed at like he didn't matter. He stepped forward. "I was not having moustache around youth when I mattered it."Mr Tuner finding sass in Dylan's sentence chuckled lightly. "You might need to get your feather to believe that, he thinks you have outgrown the air on your face and won't let you anywhere close to being the head of his conglomerate." Dylan stepped back, rubbing his hand slightly on Mr Turner's shoulder. "I will take care of this."The assured answer made the man raise his shoulder as he stepped up to the back of his steering wheel and revved the car. Dylan was now quiet on the only walk along the street of Melbourne, Melbourne was quite fast