"Again?" Rose exclaimed and her brows creased as the call went into voicemail. "What's happening?" She asked herself as she munched on the chips on the plate beside her bed where she was sprawled.A lot happened during Claire's birthday party that Rose was starting to think maybe she had overacted but it was what the situation had called for. She couldn't just sit back and watch her cousin push herself into a ditch.She attempted again and dialed the number. After a few seconds, it went straight to voicemail. Rose sighed, her hands fell by her side and she looked up at the ceiling. She didn't know anymore. Rose was convinced that she had done the right thing. She had thought that Claire would come around and thank her but she still hasn't seen or heard from her cousin. She really did not understand what was going on in that girl's head anymore.He frowned, deepened and she scoffed. "It's not possible that she has really fallen for that poor man right? She scoffed again as she brought

Gary didn't have the luxury of time so the moment he arrived at Trust Financial company, he barely had time to reply to all the 'Good morning sir' that was politely thrown his way, he just strode straight to his office and immediately called Claire with the company's landline.Claire, who was still mad at Gary, rolled her eyes as she heard the company's landline shriek. She heard when he arrived - she heard as the employees at the reception area of the company greeted him like he was some god who was walking the face of the earth - and she knew he must be the one calling her now. Apart from Gary, being the manager, it was rare to receive calls from anyone else. She listened to the ringing till it stopped. She rolled her eyes again. Gary had been trying her line since the day after her birthday. Claire had wondered what he was calling her for and she had come to the conclusion that she didn't care to know why he was calling so she made sure to dance to her ringing tone whenever his ca

Claire eyed him. What does he mean that the manager didn't tell him anything? Before Claire could get any word out, Gary spoke up. "Since you know him, can you set up a meeting with him for me? Maybe lunch or whatever type of meeting is okay by him. I just really need to talk to him and make him see that Trust Financial Bank is the best bank where he can store his assets."Perhaps, this punishment that Brad gave him was actually good, Claire thought. Because ever since Gary was transferred here, she had never seen him so humble or even say please more than once. And even the very few times he said please, it was usually when he was mad and impatient and he always made sure to use it sparsely. But now he was politely making requests and saying the magic word as if it was his favorite word.He added when Claire didn't say anything, "Perhaps I could even get him a gift to placate him. Do you have any idea what he'd like?" Claire laughed again. This time, she laughed so hard that she ha

The professor smiled, not warmly or strictly, the smile gave off no emotion as he said, "You're back.""Yes, sir," Brad answered politely."Mr Harrier, your absence in my class and that of the other teachers was loudly noticed."Brad simply pursed his lips and said nothing.The teacher nodded and turned, walking around his desk. He picked up the textbook he dropped there before he looked up at Brad again. "See me after the class, Mr Harrier.""Yes sir," Brad answered and sat down.There were murmurs from every corner of the class, some sounded confused, while some couldn't hide their mild anger."What the hell! Why didn't he send him out?""I guess we could all miss classes whenever we feel like it, huh.""I wonder why he's not publicly giving his verdict. Why does he have to see him later?" Another student said curiously."Come on!" The student that reminded the professor simply groaned when he went back to talking about the topic for the day.Thirty minutes later, the professor pac

"How the fuck am I out of ketchup?" Claire hotly muttered under her breath, exasperated. She slammed the pantry close and walked over to the fridge to grab the carton of her leftover orange juice.She closed her eyes and let out a content sigh as the sweet cold liquid tricked through her throat, calming her. As she replaced the carton of juice in the fridge, she remembered how it happened that she didn't have ketchup.She sighed and shuffled to where she remembered keeping the list she had written out.She had run out of ketchup on the morning of her birthday but she had only managed to make a list, intending to go the shopping for the groceries and other essentials that she needed on Sunday but some people had been too glad to ruin her day and made Sunday a numb day for her.She felt a little pang of pain in her chest and her anger rose as she remembered brief moments of that night and she couldn't help but hate Gary even more. If only he had simply minded his damn business. She some