The sun had just risen slightly on the horizon. Athena had just arrived at the branch, as expected. She walked in straight through the front door. Now she knows what it feels like to have a branch under her control, even though she still had someone to report to at the end of the day.“Good morning. Ms. Fairmont", Maggie Her secretary greeted her as she walked into the reception. A bright smile illuminated her face. Athena scanned her face and returned a genuine smile. Maggie has been one of her very lower staff for the past three years. And despite how she knows about everything her family members do to her, Maggie has never, for one day, given her a reason to doubt her loyalty.“Let me help you with that,” Maggie said, taking the bag from Athena’s hand.“I’m so glad you won that tender; I wonder what Grandma Elizabeth and her two sons would have to say to you," Maggie stated frankly. She has never liked Duncan and his brother Damon. From the onset, Maggie knows that their ploy is t

“I told you to marry Sabastian, but you refused; instead, you chose this good-for-nothing loser." Veronica scolded. Maxwell gave deaf ears to what she was saying: he has a bigger picture in mind; men like him don’t sit and whine; they take action.I have made my choice, and this is final. My marriage to Maxwell isn’t the problem here; can’t you see that? Athena spoke angrily at her mother, who has done absolutely nothing to help but scold her every single day for choosing Maxwell."Yes, he might be poor, but he protects me," she added. Maxwell didn’t bother to sit in their presence again. He got up, dusted an invisible dirt from his butt and climbed up to his room. Veronica traced him with her eyes until he disappeared into the upper lobby leading to the rooms.“The so-called Sabastian that you want to marry has a loud mouth, and see how he blew everything out of proportion. Tell Tom, Dick, and Harry how he helped me win a tender. I despise his guts".“Now that you do not have a job

The doorbell chimed loudly into the house. Athena had fallen asleep after crying for hours. That had been her routine for the past two days. She stretched her body and yawned. Maxwell had told her he was going to see his grandparents, and he was still not back. She sniffed, struggling hard to clear her nostrils of the congestion that had appeared as a result of excessive hours of crying. She licked her now-dried lip and slipped her feet into her slippers. Her polished red nails display elegance.“Hold on a second," she said as she took the steps down. She reached the door and turned the knob.At the door, she was greeted by a strange man dressed in a black T-shirt, ripped jeans, and a face cap. She responded to him as calmly as she could. He had a smile on his face, which made Athena smile back at him.“I have a package for you, Ms. Athena Fairmont." He said it in a deep baritone voice.“Okay, that’s cool.” She responded by pushing the strands of hair that flew into her face to one

"Get dressed quickly; we have no time," Zander said.Maxwell quickly went into the changing room. He dressed himself in a white robe and pants."We have no time to waste. Come on, be quick.".Maxwell hurriedly got dressed in his martial arts attire and stepped out.He got on the ring, which was stationed in the center of the hall. The crowd cheered a little when he got in the ring. A few others glared at him, wondering what a young, inexperienced man like him would be doing in the field.The music blared all through the hall as different flags from different martial schools and organizations waved in the air. The thing about winning is not about making so much noise and cheering. It's about how well you know your onions when it comes to your profession.He was inexperienced compared to the others who had registered, but his determination to break a record his father couldn't get was the motivation he needed.He shut his eyes, meditating deeply on the words that proceeded from his inst

Maxwell receives a call from Mirabela. He has not had the time to see her since he has been busy for the last couple of weeks. An hour with his cousin was like a million dollars to him.He left home and headed for his grandfather's mansion. By this time, the guards around the house were already aware of who he was.At the gate, he was welcomed by a big guy whose smile seemed like he was happy."You are welcome, young boss," he said in a baritone voice. Maxwell looked up at him and poked him in his thick chest. Maxwell's finger cracked loudly. He paused and laughed at what had just happened to his finger.The man was dressed in a tight-fitting black polo with his breasts nudging out.He made a few pec bounces, flexing his chest muscles before Maxwell.Fascinated by the show of strength, he smiled and tapped him on the shoulders. "We should try some of these some day." He said that and continued walking into the main building.The parking lot was decorated with diverse car brands and m