On a cool Friday evening, Chris walked out through the doors of the building of the multi million dollar company, GLAM where he worked, carrying a trashcan in his hand, and down the deserted Sanders Street. Chris Bolton had worked there as a mere cleaner for three whole years and it didn't matter to him that the owner of the company was no other than his beautiful wife and daughter of billionaire business tycoon, Mabel Sanders. Chris had always been a hardworking and independent man who preferred to work hard for his own money rather than stay idle because his wife was a billionaire.On that faithful evening, Chris seemed to be the happiest man in the world. He wore a smile on his face as he struggled with the over filled thrash can and almost bumped into a beautiful lady trying to make her way through the door."Watch where you're going, you dumb and dirty looking peasant!" She screamed, as her eyes scanned him from head to toe."You should be ashamed of yourself!" She ranted on. "A

After about thirty minutes of driving, the men dumped Chris in front of a hospital and zoomed off in the black van they had come with. Chris was still conscious on the floor, but he had lost a lot of blood already, and he could barely move a bone. He remained on the floor, waiting and hoping for a saviour to come to his rescue, but none was forthcoming. Unable to bear the throbbing pain in his leg, he passed out. Chris woke up about three hours later to the sound of machines beeping and whirring. He stared at the pure white walls of the room he was in and immediately, he realized that he was in the hospital. A drip was connected to his left hand and his left leg which Arthur's men had shot, was now bandaged. Chris tried to move his leg and noticed that he didn't even feel any pain. He stared up at the machines surrounding him and he wondered who had taken him to such an expensive and sophisticated hospital. There was no way he was going to be able to pay the bills for such a place a

On Monday morning, as early as 8 a.m. Chris was already seated outside the office of the CEO of NEXON CORPORATIONS, Arthur McDoyle. Over the weekend, he had the chance to browse through the internet for more details about the company, and he had found out that the multi million dollar company was mainly involved in the production of jewelry. Chris stared in awe at the magnificent building and the sight of each well furnished office when a door opened amazed him. Was all this really his? Or was life playing some kind of sick joke on him as usual? Chris felt his confidence dwindle over time as well dressed employees began trooping in more. It was already close to an hour later than resumption time, and some of the offices were still locked, meaning that those who worked there had not shown up yet. Chris quickly concluded that Arthur was doing a terrible job.He waited on patiently, and sometime around 9, a woman sauntered over to where he sat."Arthur in?" She asked, without even spari

It was barely eleven a.m. and Mabel Sanders was already having a terrible day. The heater had suddenly stopped working, and she was freezing now, the maid that was supposed to prepare her clothes for her meeting had burnt them, and worst of all, her father, Marcus Sanders, was on his way home.Mabel literally dreaded Marcus' presence. He was a monster to her. He had always been one, and their already strained relationship had gotten worse when she forced that deadbeat piece of thrash, Chris Bolton, on her. How could any billionaire in his right senses want his daughter to get married to such a broke man like Chris? Mabel was convinced that her father hated her.And now, he was back. He had been away for seven whole months on a business trip, but he was back suddenly, just three days after her third wedding anniversary with Chris. Mabel knew that her father's sudden appearance was in a way related to her anniversary, and she had no plans of hearing what he wanted to say. She needed to

Another guard walked up to Mabel and stared her down."Calm down ma'am!" The guard boomed. "You're making a scene.""Don't fucking tell me to calm down when you're failing to do your job properly!" Mabel squealed, and turning to face Arthur, she added. "Is this how disrespectful all your workers are?"Arthur was too shaken to speak. He couldn't bring himself to tell Mabel that he had lost it all. He was in debts, and the company he thought was his, belonged to that unfortunate bastard, Chris Bolton."Answer me, babe!" Mabel ranted on. "Whatever the issue is, we would solve it," Arthur replied in a desperate bid to calm her down. He knew very well what the problem was. She had probably seen Chris in his office and that was why she was shouting. Arthur had no idea how he was going to explain it to her, that he had lost the company to Chris. "Let me tell you what the issue is!" Mabel said. "That little animal - Chris, is in your office, pretending to be your representative or something