Liam had just returned from work that evening. After freshening up and having a quick dinner he had gotten on his way back from work, he decided to relax with his TV. The first two shows were short-lived so he had to start looking for new shows. It was during his search that he stumbled on James' press conference. At first, he thought it was his replica but on closer look, at his voice, and his movement, he realized it was really James. He felt bad about the whole thing. He had trusted him only for him to do otherwise. "I won't call him. I'll pretend as if I didn't see this." He said to himself, turning off his TV. He had lost interest. For the rest of the evening, Liam couldn't think of anything else apart from James' broken home. He never wished for him to be in his shoes. His divorce wasn't a result of unfaithfulness; rather, it was his wife who instigated it. She felt their marriage was boring because of a lack of communication. She spoke to him several times about i

"Are you thinking like me?" One of the numerous journalists who had been frequenting Sarah's mansion ground asked his colleague. "Why should I be thinking like you?" His colleague retorted. He was frustrated because of Sarah's obstinance. They all wanted her to come out to say a word or two to add to their daily reports but since she didn't want to budge, they were all frustrated. "Nowadays, celebrities do a lot of things to have more fame." "I don't get what you are saying?" He replied, raising his brow at him. "For real. You are in the industry yet you don't know what is happening around you. All these celebrities can be very funny. We all know that." Sighing, his colleague ran his fingers through his hair, after adjusting, he said, "I'm not interested in this conversation. You can find someone else to speak with." Shamefaced, he left and then went to the other side of the mansion. He was fiddling with his fingers when another of his colleagues, Timmy, walked up to hi

"There is nothing here Sarah," Fred said, throwing his head backward in agony. Sarah was lost on what to do and say. This wasn't what she bargained for. What she wanted was for Fred to sue the journalist and then she would be fine but to her disdain, it was something else. "This wasn't the plan." She muttered but Fred heard her alright. He didn't ask her what she said immediately until a few minutes later. "So what was the plan?" "Sue the journalist of course." She scoffed, darting her eyes around the living room. Again, Fred was mute for a while. He was finding it hard to comprehend why she was bent on suing the journalists. "Are you going to do that for me?" She asked with a tone of urgency. "I won't but I can get you a lawyer to do that." He smirked. Sarah's lips broke into a smile. She was glad that he finally agreed to help her after bringing up a contrary suggestion. "So when are you…" "Come off it Sarah. Suing them would bring nothing but more woes to your fee

"Raymond," Mayor called, causing him to snap his head upwards. He had been going through some files since he arrived at work a few hours ago. "Yes?" "Have you closed the records of the Patterson's?" "Not yet.""Do that quickly. Mr. Brooks needs their records."Raymond nodded then rose. Dangling his pen, he went to the cabinet to fetch the file tagged 'employee record.' Minutes later, he stamped the file on Mayor's desk. "I need to get coffee." He said then stepped out of the office. On his way out, he crossed paths with Rashford who was making his way to the office. He greeted him but got no response, with a shrug, he decided to continue his walk but he pulled him back. "What?" He asked, wriggling his hand away from his tight grip."I need to see you." He said. "My boss is there. You can meet him." Raymond replied. He had been able to wriggle his hand from his grip. "Whenever you are ready, I will come around." He smirked and after a stare-down, he stormed away. For a moment,

He was eager to delve into the content of the flash drive but then, Mayor walked in with a stack of files in his hand. Stylishly disconnecting the flash drive, he slipped it into his pocket and then sat upright to face him with a bright smile. "Are you busy with something?" Mayor asked, looking in his direction. "No. I'm free." He replied, still smiling. Sighing in relief, Mayor walked towards the table and then dropped the files he was holding. On closer look, he discovered it was the employee files. "Mr. Xavier had gone through the content of the files thoroughly. He wants us to make some changes to it." "Changes?" He asked to keep the conversation going. "Yes. He wants all files to be updated. All retired employees or those who were fired need to be erased completely from the company database." Raymond rolled his eyes at his words. Deleting that information was going to cause an issue at the end of the day. Noticing the change in his demeanor, Mayor asked, "What's i