“This is unbelievable,” Susan remarked as she flipped through the documents which Jamole presented, “When did you discover this?” she queried and slammed the documents on the desk.Jamole’s eyes lit with indignation and chin pulled down with smile. “Yesterday while I was dusting the window pane at the penthouse I overheard him discuss over the phone about the sales of the land which he plans not to remit to Susan.Susan scowled her face. “This is ridiculous. I wonder how long he has been doing this fraud behind us. Roger James is as old as this company. When my father founded Swan Real Estate, Roger was the first staff he employed…” suddenly she broke down in tears.Jamole drifted to her side and rubbed her on the shoulders, “Be of good cheer, sweetie. Perk up dear. You don’t have to cry especially now I am involved.” He squatted to her. “You see this is the reason I decided to disguise as a janitor. If I reveal my true identity now they will withdraw their arsenal and even elope out o

“Welcome boss!”“Welcome boss!”The securities scattered all over the terraced villa greeted Susan Pablo once the door to her Ferrari opened. And as usual they helped her into her wheel chair.All the while Jamole was peeping at her from their bedroom. He had told her the other day he had taken upon himself the responsibility of putting her in the wheelchair and riding her around. “The securities shouldn’t be doing my job,” Jamole had told his wife.But right about now he couldn’t go out to do what he had promised her a few days ago; he had bled profusely through his nose and jade had really been helpful by giving him first aid before rushing him to the hospital.He wanted to stay out of sight until his broken nose healed.But right now he had business to discuss with her. He didn’t want to get his wife upset by revealing to her that that Andre was responsible for his broken nose.The day before Jamole disguised as a janitor, Susan had nagged about the embarrassment and hurt she woul

“How dare you stain my sleeves and tuxedo?” he barked and started squeezing out of them. “I need a replacement. They are worth a hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”Jamole shut his eyes while his arm remained on his chin.“If only Susan Pablo had listened we wouldn’t have employed this embodiment of poverty whose cooperate life is not close to middling!” Stella bit out. . “I wonder who invited this kitten to Swan Real Estate. He should have remained at the Municipal Post Office!” her voice rang out.Roger was red on the face, and was done taking off his sleeves and tuxedo. Angry, he tossed them on the face of Jamole.“I am sure your generation has not worn sleeves and tuxedo before. The opportunity to wear them has come but not without a replacement.” He stretched his briefcase and took out a new pack of shirt and squeezed into it. “I need a replacement in less than forty eight hours! If I don’t get them, be prepared to lose your job.”Jamole wasn’t done nursing his chin and this time

Jamole who was still infuriated as gazed upon his band of security with disdain, “You shouldn’t have come for me. I am fine. As you can see although this bunch of riffraff has stopped me from entering, but trust me I have got his under control…”He was yet speaking when the sales manager interrupted him and bowed, “No boss, apologies for being such an ass. We never knew who you were, boss. Apologies…”He snapped at them. “It is because you are stupid!” Jamole sighed and snarled at them, “Let me enlighten your foolishness. I am Jamole Cadry, son-in-law to Swan Pablo and the apparent heir to Swan Real Estate.Already the securities at VIP International Boutique had bowed to Jamole. But this time Jamole introduced himself they couldn’t help to shiver and grumble under their breath.“We are very sorry boss.” One of the securities apologized , “Never have we thought you were rich let alone heir apparent to the Swan Real Estate. But you never mentioned it to us, boss.”“You keep shut!” the

Susan Pablo was flipping through some documents while she read them. Once the door opened automatically she stared in the mirror to see it was Jamole.“Hi sweetheart,” Jamole greeted and when Susan gave him the cold shoulders it dawned on him she was pissed by something or someone perhaps him. “How is your day going?” he queried, rubbed her on the shoulders.Susan rolled her eyes at him, shrugged off his hands and wanted to ride away in her wheel chair, but Jamole held back the wheel chair, stopped her from making an inch.“Let me go. I am not in the mood for this,” she nagged and her face scowled irritatingly at her offender.The reason for the anger was that she received a debt alert for five hundred thousand dollars from VIP International Boutique. She was glad that finally her husband was out to spend on himself. But lo and behold the Jamole that just walked in was looking impoverished and ragged.“Why are you upset with me?” Jamole queried and squatted to her, , “Are you not happy