Charles drove back home, and when he got back home, he took a shower which relieved him of his tensed bones. He had a long day, and there was no time he dedicated to rest.He smoothened his hair under the shower, and shook his hair again, then he scrubbed his body a little, and walked out of the bathroom. After putting on his robe, he laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Tomorrow is another day.” He muttered under his breath, and shut his eyes to sleep.The next day, he got prepared for the meeting which he had been postponing for a while now; the Governor’s meeting with the board of members. He put a call through to his chief advisor which he had assigned for himself through a call.“Good morning, sir.” The chief advisor greeted, formally.“Good morning. I want you to set up a meeting with everyone necessary. Let’s meet in the conference room, and I should be there in an hour.” Charles instructed him, then hung up.He went through his wardrobe, and brought out the best suit

Charles halted in his steps, and wondered who exactly was in there with her, or if she wasn’t the second person he was seeing, then who were the two people there?He wanted to wait to eavesdrop on anything they could be saying, but then, he feared that Rosaline could be in danger at that moment.So, he walked inside, and to his surprise, it was Rosaline, and her landlady. Charles gave a look like he was wondering why the landlady came over again, but he hoped there was no problem.“Is there any problem?” He asked, out of curiosity.“Oh! Nothing. I only came to check up on her as I do sometimes to my good tenants. I was about leaving when you came in.” The landlady said, with a smile, and walked out of the house.Charles’ gaze didn’t go off her until she was totally out of the house, and then he turned his gaze back to Rosaline.“I do hope there’s nothing wrong.” He asked again, out of concern.“No. There’s no problem. Come over, I prepared something for you.” Rosaline urged as he walk

Charles wondered what she had to tell him so much that she looked a bit nervous. He understood that young people like him who are still tagged as adults could still act nervous, but seeing someone way older than him, act nervous, was surprising for him.“Are you okay?” He asked, worried about her.“Yes… yes, I’m fine. Uhm… So, I said I have something to talk to you about, and…”A call interrupted her, and Charles had to give her time to check her phone. He noticed her strange quietness, and looked at her. He could tell that her nervousness increased, and this time, it looked more like fear.It seemed to him that the call she was receiving was an important one, and probably one which relayed bad news.Then he waited for her to be done with her call before asking her if anything was wrong, hoping that she would speak out.Charles stood up, and walked around a bit, although, not far from Rosaline. He just decided to give her space, so if she wanted to spill out her emotions on the call,

About two weeks passed, and Charles had gotten better. He had also rushed up his plan on stepping down from the governor position.He had passed it down to Mr. Daniels and people were gradually adjusting to the change. Although, some people got annoyed, but they came to forgive him for the change.Charles was in his sitting room, tapping his feet at intervals, and waiting for his guards to arrive. He had dismissed them because he didn’t think he was going to go out again that night, so he had to wait.He so much wanted to shake his father, and step brothers by letting them know that he knows they sent Rosaline to him. He wanted them to lose their confidence when the court day drew near.He knew that when they got to know that he knows of their secret, they’ll be careful in while crossing paths with him.Soon, his guards arrived, and they and Charles got into his car. The chauffeur drove them off to the Lincoln’s house, and when they got there, Charles got out of the car, signaling his

Jefferson drove off to Charles’ home, not minding the time of the night. All he wanted was a solution to his problem, and he hoped that Charles would help him better than he did, the last time.As soon as he got to Charles’ front door, he rang the doorbell twice, and hoped that Charles wasn’t surprisingly asleep yet.There was no response even after a while, so he rang the doorbell again, and this time he heard someone coming towards the door. He rubbed his palms together, and adjusted his clothes.Then the door opened a little.“Good evening. Please I’ll like to see your boss. I’m Jefferson.” Jefferson said to the maid.“Give me a minute, please.” She said, then closed the door behind her.Jefferson turned around and stared at the garden, and the bright lights of the night. Although, he had never for once dreamt that he would be standing somewhere like this place for help, and the owner of the place would be Charles.Then he exhaled. “I guess this is how life turns tables at times.”