Laquan woke up with a splitting headache that practically sent him back to his bed again. When the good sleep was closer,with him ready to do justice to it,Oscar sprinted in with a newspaper in his hand. "Boss! There is news going around that Jack is coming back to America! No,I think he should be in his plane already."he panted. Laquan opened his eyes and pout his lips in pains. "Who is Jack?"he questioned, gently. "Jack is the man that hit the jackpot just as you did. Grandboss and his father are competitors. He has been in Australia for about ten years. Since he is coming back now,it is because of you." Laquan yawned and sat up. "Jack as in Jack and Jill went up the hills?"he stretched his body. "Boss,this is quite serious. Why is Jack suddenly coming back?. You have to.." "Shhh"Quan shushed,then placed a hand on his mouth,bringing Oscar to an abrupt stop. "Listen.."he whispered. Oscar heaved out a sharp breath before paying rapt attention to the sounds. The breez

Oscar stared at Laquan with an amused expression on his face. He want to build up a restaurant here, just for a woman? Woah,love is sweet. "Besides, having that would develop this area a little bit too. I believe with many industries here,this area would turn out cool."Quan surveyed the surroundings. "How many days can it take to get this done?"he asked. "Ninety days plus,maybe."Oscar responded. "That's three months. Oof,too long. That finished building infront,check if it's up for sale. If it is,then,I think this might be a good blessing as we are going to be killing two birds with a stone; Restaurant for Britney,and Restaurant for the competition." "The rules said new things."Oscar reminded. "Who said I was going to do old things?"Quan scoffed at him. "I would check it up. Would you like to wait for miss Britney or.."Oscar drawled out. "Do I look like a waiter to you?"Laquan interrupted with a jeer. "Let's go back to the company. I want quick reply on that building."

"i believe you."Oscar rubbed the temple of his neck. "I didn't asked you to."Quan rolled his eyes. "But still..I still do. How do we get to know about Sanchez's girl though?. We don't have any information on her,or,do we?"his eyes grows out at Laquan. "I do."Laquan chugged his coffee down. "Real?" "But,I am not going to tell you. I already assigned a work to you. Go get it done."Quan rubbed his cheek. "Okay...boss."Oscar uttered, reluctantly. .. Sanchez looked down at the earth below from the plane's window. He sighed and smacked his lips. "Boss Sanchez,"his guard bowed. He turned his gaze to him and pushed his brows up. "I have a piece of news to share: One billion dollars was just invested in the company." "Who did that?" "We don't know yet. Although,we think the person wishes to keep it anonymous." "Take a guess.."Sanchez smiled, lopsidedly. "I... could it be miss Stephanie?" Sanchez clicked his tongue. "Right."he snapped his fingers. "But,why did she did that?.

Oscar looks more perplexed than ever. He gave a nod. Quan sat back on his chair and beat his finger on his lips. "Something's boggling your mind ?"Oscar asked. Quan looked up at him. "Nothing."he heaved out a sigh. "Your punishment start on monday."he pointed at Oscar. Oscar pointed at himself. "Punishment?,monday?. I thought you've let that off,boss." Laquan scoffed. "Place an order for a box of fried chicken for lunch." "From KFC? Or Goobne?" "Just get me chicken. I don't care wherever you get it from."Quan puffed out. "Oh,I thought you might want to get it from your restaurant."Oscar chimed. "Are you taunting me right now?" "No,boss." "We will call Eliot and Ban Ki Moon later. I need food."Quan dropped his head on the table and closed his eyes. "Are you feeling hot?"Oscar extend his head, peeking at him. "Why do you care?..go and get me my food." "You like ketchup, right?." "Hm." "Which drink do you want?. Orange juice?, pineapple?, mango juice?, yoghurt?, fear

TUESDAY° .. 'I found a man,on a cool night,in the night club..he is mine. Finally,he saw me,donned in my butterfly dress,and he seems to feel butterfly fly around his heart. Do you think he love me?' A romantic song played at the end of the large room. Laquan walked inside the room. There was a huge table at the center of the room. All sorts of wines and other desserts were set on the table. "Mr Laquan,did you take pictures?"one of the people sitting by the table,a woman, grinned out at him. He doesn't know her though. Well,he is quite famous so it's normal to have many people he doesn't know know him. But,he should really know her. He strides to the table. "No,I didn't."he chuckled at her before turning to the other people. "Good evening."he said. They all replied his greeting and he sat down. "Why didn't you take pictures?" Laquan happened to sit beside that lady. "Does that matter?"he stared at her. "It doesn't."she circled her hand around the neck of the wine