“Hi Amelia,” Charity waved with a beautiful smile. But Amelia was in no mood for pleasantries, she had a dreadful sneer on her face and was embarrassed and pained for what Sam was doing. She still believed he was doing it to get back to her, but it was already going too far beyond what she could call a prank. Charity was a little surprised that her best friend didn’t respond to her greetings, but merely looking at her would tell anyone that Amelia wasn’t herself.“I’ve been looking for you everywhere, don’t tell me?” Benson paused, glancing at Amelia and then at Sam. He was confused, what was really going on; who was employing who? “Wait, I’m lost… what’s happening?”Benson questioned, curiously. He couldn’t deduce what was going on. He had called for Sam to attend the job fare, because he knew Sam was broke and needed a job to sustain himself, but seeing Sam here with a group of people around him was confusing. “I’m hiring, Ben,” Sam replied, stealing a glance at Charity, he fe

Sam was utterly confused hearing the elderly man with gray hair calling him son, or maybe it was just because he was a young man. Old people tend to do that a lot. He walked slowly to the couch where the men sat, glancing at the number of guards that stood around the room; he couldn’t recognize any of them, they weren’t Clinton’s guards. Sam made himself comfortable on an empty couch next to the one the men were sitting on. The surprise was still on his face, but he wasn’t really aware of it. “Would you like a drink?” Clinton grabbed the bottle and began to fill an empty glass cup that had been kept for him. Sam hardly takes alcohol, but that wasn’t because he was allergic to it or anything; it was simply because he couldn’t afford it. He collected the glass from Clinton and stared at the golden brown liquid, he was damn anxious. Who was this man? He really wanted to know. “I know you must be having several thoughts in your mind as to who I am,” the man began. Sam raised his g

Red flushes ran through Charity’s face, she looked away; would she be able to work for Sam and not obviously fall in love with him? Considering the fact that she had always secretly admired him but because he was her best friend’s boyfriend, she didn’t want to do anything stupid to jeopardize their relationship. Although she wasn’t really here because of Sam, she came because of the money, seeing him dressed like this; it seems everything he was blabbering about that day was true. The guys that Sam had hired rose from their seats when they saw him coming, Charity also did the same when she saw them.“Welcome to the villa gentlemen and my lady,” Sam gave a bright smile.The previous day, he finally learned the secrets behind his sudden mysterious wealth, even though he didn’t believe it. He wouldn’t be surprised how shocked these people would be when they found out he owned the very property they were in. Sam gave all of them handshakes including Charity, even though he had an infa

“Are you open or not? And why’s everyone staring at me?” The lady questioned surprisedly. “Because you look stunningly beautiful,” Sam didn’t know when the words left his mouth, but on second thought, he was glad he said it. Flushes of red rushed up the lady’s cheekbones, she smiled and looked away feeling embarrassed at Sam’s straightforward compliment.It wasn’t Charity’s intention but she felt bad anyway, she didn’t want to call it jealousy. Why exactly should she be jealous? Yeah, she liked Sam, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t compliment another woman Yet she felt a tight squeeze on her chest looking at the way Sam focused on the lady. If she really wanted Sam, she would have rejected this job, now that she had accepted, it would be awkward to fall flat for your employer. “Please come in and have a seat, we are open,” Sam finished up his statement, while the lady was still standing in front of him blushing. He had never seen a lady so beautifully made, the first one was Ame

The doctor gasped when Elena burst in, he was so frightened that he fidgeted and all his medical tools fell off the bed. He sighed when he saw that it was Elena and started packing up his tools again. Even though he hadn’t seen her for a while, he knew who she was. “Why are you in such haste? And what are you doing in LA?” Ethan landed two questions for his wife who was still panting. She ran all the way to his room as she just got back from the airport; Elena wasn’t in the state. She was enjoying a nice vacation in Miami but decided to rush back because of what she had heard. “I should be the one asking you what you’re doing, Ethan,” Elena growled, as she tried to catch her breath. She was wearing a green flowery gown that was meant to be worn in the summer at the beach, it was the first dress she saw while she was rushing to get on the plane back to LA. Elena was Ethan’s wife, the woman his dad had forced him to marry after Helen’s death. However, he grew to love Elena, but he