When he had finished his iced tea, Richard sat for a while and thought about how he could get through to Thomas Bolton. He needed to win his favour again so he could gradually push him to attack that unbearably annoying Michael Bolton and his proud miserable son, Chris Bolton.What could he tell him? How could he show and prove his loyalty and earn his respect and trust? He thought hard but couldn't come up with anything and that left him feeling frustrated. Why did Thomas Bolton not have a Mrs. Yvonne in his life for Christ's sake? Or even a Monica. Just someone who worked really closely with him and knew him quite well. It would have made things a lot easier for Richard who was quite good at charming his way into people's hearts and affections when he set his mind to it. He would have simply given a little speech on how much proving himself to his father, Thomas, meant to him and the person would spill all they knew in a few minutes, but no, Thomas Bolton had lived his life as a co

Arthur McDoyle lay face up on the floor of his living room. He had been in that position for a good number of minutes or maybe an hour, but he didn't mind and he just didn't feel like moving from that position. He knew the fur from his animal skin center rug could mess up his hair and clothes but he didn't care about any of that and he lay there feeling listless. His earlier anger had now totally seeped away and had left him feeling deflated. In the place of anger he now felt frustrated, hurt, used and abandoned and he didn't like it as it also made him feel pathetic and he had never been a fan of self pity. After brooding some more, he sat up and shook his head in a bid to shake off the unwanted feeling then he shifted back so he could lean on his couch and think properly. He needed a plan and wasting time brooding and feeling sorry for himself wasn't going to get him one. His biggest and most dangerous creditor may be dead but he had other debts to pay and he needed a plan to get th

Mabel cleared her throat and looked up at Arthur. She wondered briefly if she was about to make a decision she would regret in the long run. Oh well. She would rather make the decision now and deal with the consequences of it being wrong later, instead of being alone and without help at the moment. "So, you're broke huh?" she said and realized that was an awkward way to start this conversation. Hell! Now that she thought about it, she had never been one to have these types of conversations. She scrunched her face at a loss of words. She unfolded her arms and dropped them on her thighs and suddenly not knowing what to do with them, she began to drum on her thighs lightly. Arthur must have misunderstood her confusion and thought she wanted to bail his "sinking financial ship" but didn't know how to, because he let out a defeated sigh and his shoulders drooped slightly. "It's fine Mabel," he said as he looked down at his palms in his thighs. "I get it. No one in their right senses wo

"OK then," Mabel said as she cracked her knuckles. "Let's start with establishing the obvious fact," she paused and looked at Arthur who raised his right eye brow at her. "Which is?" he asked when she didn't continue. "We obviously can't get the money we want from our normal 9-5 jobs," she said and made a "duh" expression and rolled her eyes. "So, moving on" she went on when he said nothing "you couldn't possibly have just been pouting without trying to come up with an idea," she paused and caught his eyes again. "Let's have it. What ideas did you come up with before I arrived?" she asked maintaining eye contact. "Well, I had only come up with two ideas before you came," he paused and looked away from her "one of which I'm sure you'll throw out the window before I can say "Jack"" he finished and gave a shrug and turned back to look at her. She looked confused. "OK?" She asked with her brows furrowed in confusion. "Let me hear these ideas," she finished with her confusion stil

Chris Bolton sat in the office of the CEO at GLAM and played with a fountain pen. He had just come out of a meeting and he wanted nothing more but to leave and head home and just chill and unwind with Monica, Rose and Sarah. He would have been on his way home had Merlanie not met him after the meeting to inform him that Mabel Sanders had met her and expressed an interest in seeing him before he left. Well where was the woman? He was getting impatient. He had spent the last three weeks and two days sitting in attendance of one meeting or the other and he had planned things to get an early day of on that day so he could hang out with his dysfunctional group of three ladies and he wasn't pleased with Mabel Sanders delaying him at all. Between these seemingly endless meetings and having to oversee the changes that had been implemented in the mansion in a bid to tighten security, Heaven knew he had earned a break and Mabel Sanders was delaying it and he wasn't in the least bit pleased abou