“What is the relationship between your family and that of Declan King who is said to be involved in a scandal?” Mandy looked at the reporter who had asked the question before showing a soft smile. “The relationship between the Kings and the Ashers is nothing of major importance. Whatever had happened between the two in the past was based on pure professionalism.” “So are you saying that your family has no ties with the Kings?” Daily Press.Another voice chimed. “That is exactly what I am trying to say. Whatever was between the Kings and the Ashers was based on a deal to heal the Asher patriarch… a deal that has been finalized. There is nothing linking us to that family again… neither is there anything linking us to their family scandal.” Mandy replied with a smile. “An article came out months back that you and Declan King had some romantic relationship going on. Are you perhaps denying him now because of the scandal around his name?” A reporter at the far bench asked everyone in

It was a bright morning in the Asher’s home. Mandy walked down the stairs and heading for the dining room. “Oh, you are up already? Was thinking that you were planning on taking the day off today.” Mandy turned to see Grandpa Asher seated with an English breakfast served before him while he was reading the newspaper. “Like I have time for a day off.” Mandy snorted, rolling her eyes. “Why don't you join me? I am sure breakfast with this old man won't get you fired from your own company.” Asher teased with a soft smile. Mandy walked up to her grandfather and sat down beside him while maids hurried to serve her breakfast. “How was your night? Hope you are getting enough rest?” Mandy turned to the man who asked the question with eyes as wide as saucers. “What's with that look?” “Grandpa… did you do anything? Do you want anything? Perhaps you need a personal favor from me?” Mandy asked, tilting her head. “And why the hell would you say that? And can’t an old man care for t

Timothy was back at his office when his phone rang. Timothy looked at his ringing phone and broke into a small smile. He reached for it and answered. “So, what happened?” He asked into the phone. “Well, I asked her and she agreed.” Mandy's voice came through the phone. “Well, it was expected… and I must say, thank God that she did, if she had said no, it would have gone bad for us.” Timothy replied with a chuckle. “But she didn't even think about it. I just threw the question and she agreed. What if—.” “Don't worry about that Asher. If I am sure of anything, it is the fact that May hates Declan… even more than you.” Timothy said with a tone of confidence. “Think of everything she has been put through by him and what he has done to you… if anything at all then compare. She hates him as much as he should hate us… if not more.” “Well, I guess you are right. So I am hosting a party to announce your merging… a gala if you will and I suspect May will invite you to it.” “She mentio

The next morning, Declan walked down the stairs while rubbing his eyes softly. He headed straight for the living room where he could hear the sounds from the television. “Good morning mother.” He greeted walking into the room. Elizabeth turned her head and watched Declan sit down opposite her. “Good morning Kazuka. Hope you slept well?” She asked with a soft smile. “Yes.” Declan nodded before turning his attention to the news on the television. “I saw the news. It seems the Ashers are enjoying their time alone.” Elizabeth said. “They are using May.” Declan balled his hands into fist. “They are actually smart… not like I didn't see that coming.” “Is that why you were awake last night? I remember it was already past midnight and the lights of your study were still on.” “Mother, you were meant to be resting. You might be better from your sickness but you need more rest before you are fully recovered.” Declan said, looking at his mother in worry. “I am fine.” Elizabeth waved

May looked up as Zita walked into her office, closing the door behind her. She had no recollection of seeing this woman before. “I don't think we have met yet.” Zita said, pulling out a chair to sit opposite May. “I am Zita Max.” “May Williams… I am sure you already knew that.” May replied with a small cautious smile. “Darling, you don't have to look at me like that. I have no ill feelings towards you.” Zita said with a chuckle. “What can I say? Besides, you can't blame me; it's not everyday a strange lady walks into your office without a prior appointment or meeting.” May replied and Zita shrugged. “So. How may I help you Miss Max?” “Please call me Zita. And you don't have to be that stuck up about my presence.” Zita replied. May shook her head with an unnoticeable grit of her teeth before rising from her chair. “Well, would you care to drink Zita? Perhaps whiskey or Vodka?” “Don't you have scotch wine?” Zita sighed. “I guess whiskey… and with ice.” May walked up to a win