"Taron," Selena walked into his office with a girl in tow. "hey." Taron sat up. Selena kept on coming to see him and he wondered why. It was not like they had an off and on romance going or something, and most of the time, she came to him without asking. "Selena, hey." Taron nodded. Selena cleared her throat. "As regards the discussion we had earlier, this is the young girl in question." "I'm basically a woman now, I'm nineteen." Rukayah replied. "Is if your age that makes you a woman?" Taron asked her. "To a large extent, yes, pleased to meet you Mr McCarthy, I'm Rukayah." Rukayah said. "So I've heard amongst others, I'm sure you have some documents with you?" Taron sighed. "I would have you know that this is not what I'm supposed to be doing now, but you know, if I were to go by the way Selena spoke highly of you, then I'd be missing out on a great deal." Rukayah nodded and smiled at Selena gratefully. "You finished high school two years ago." Taron stated. "I plan

Taron felt useless. He was tired of feeling like this over and over again, but it seemed like the universe enjoyed tormenting him. When he was with his mother before she chased him out, she made sure that he knew how bad she felt to have him in her life. When he was in a relationship with Selena, he was unable to provide and that made Selena see him as a useless person too. And then when Rob died, he felt like if he had done something earlier, then his friend would probably still be alive. Taron knew that that was not likely, he could not predict the future and whoever it was that killed Rob had his eyes on him, so regardless, Rob would still have died. Taron was very much aware, but he wanted to feel the pain for a little longer. He was not ready for the rational side of his brain to take control. He saw a sign that read. The Tipsy Scholar: Where the Booze flows and the Brains roam free. Taron sighed. He had never been to a bar before, and he was not big on drinking. But maybe

Taron looked into the mirror and gave himself a smile. “You’re going to do it again, Taron, just like you’ve done many times before.” He had a very wonderful conversation with a member of his clan who had been wronged by another member. The wrong member, who called himself Cliff, but Taron had later identified as Jeff Ross had told Taron that the Johnson brothers had thrown his company down. Jeff aka Cliff had also revealed that the brothers were involved in illegal oil trading, and when Taron had asked for proof, Jeff had provided audio and video evidences. Even brought some photographs just for show, and just like that Taron got an idea on how he would be able to sell everyone in on signing the contract with open hearts. Half hearted wills in the least. “What’s got you whistling all over the place now? Is it that girl that works for you?” Eloise came in asking. “What? No! Why would I be whistling because of Rebecca? I’m whistling because I’m going to have a great day t

Taron was in a meeting with the men that he had come to see for business. Rebecca was taking the minutes, recovering from her jaw involuntarily dropping after she saw how gorgeous the men were. They looked like they had beauty gurus as parents and nannies and she wished she could touch their jawlines and beautiful brown skin. It was until Taron sent her a glare after nudging her that she realised that she had been caught staring. She waved at them, embarrassment filling her being while Taron did an introduction on her behalf. The reason Taron had rushed to pick this up was not because of how successful these brothers were, because they were successful actors, not businessmen, but because he saw potential and he felt like it would turn out great for all parties involved. And with their popularity, Taron felt like that would make up for the fact that they were still amateurs on this side of things. Rebecca set her bag on the table. It had a camera that Taron had installed just in ca

“Dear God, what have I done?” Eloise whispered as she watched her son leave. “You just got engaged to me, baby!” Anthony laughed heartily and lifted Eloise up. “Tony, stop it, now is not the time.” Anthony then noticed how down Eloise seemed so he put her down and drew himself closer to her. “What’s wrong, baby? Was it something I did?” Anthony asked. “No, actually, not directly at least.” Eloise replied in a low voice. Anthony looked around the crowd and grinned. “Happy engagement to us once again, invites to the engagement party would be sent, so until then, have fun! The burial is over.” Anthony carried Eloise out and put her in his car before placing a call to one of his men. “We are going somewhere, have the rest of the family go home, alright?” Then he cut the call. “What’s wrong now? Won’t you tell me?” Anthony asked, and Eloise sighed, looking out the window. “It’s my son, Anthony, he is not happy with me.” Eloise shook her head as she felt tears well