"Wha— What?!" Mr. Reynolds almost screamed out in shock. He simply couldn't believe what Alex was saying.Alex met him with a leveled gaze, before repeating himself." You heard me, I will ask again," he said." How would you like my old job, Reynolds?" He asked, deliberately removing any form of formality from his old boss's name." How would like to be an errand boy?" He continued, " My errand boy," he finished.He looked to Mr Charles, who nodded his approval to the decision, he was liking how the young master—Alex Meanwhile, Mr. Charles couldn't help but marvel at the strategic finesse displayed by Alex. It was evident that the young master had not only proved worthy of inheriting the family business but also possessed the cunning instincts required to navigate its intricate politics,He noted.The transition would not be all that rough as he initially thought, He hid a smile at this.He nodded again, before turning to Mr Reynolds, who was already Reddning from a mixture of bottle

Guided by the clues gathered during his hospital stay, Alex went on the search for Mrs. Thompson. At the doctor's request, he had been relieved of his corporate duties temporarily. Mr. Charles took over the leadership affairs of the company, so he had enough free time to rest up and carry on with his search. The city's alleys and neighborhoods became the backdrop for his quest, each step motivated by the longing to repay the debt owed to a woman whose impact had played a large factor in shaping his character and life.Days turned into weeks as Alex navigated the city's landscape. Along the way, he encountered echoes of his past — the orphanage's remnants, places where Mrs. Thompson might have been.The orphanage, as he had come to discover when he finally summed up the courage to visit it, was delisted from government welfare schemes because it was deemed not conducive for the care of little children. The workers there were laid off as a result of this decommissioning.The quest becam

"Get me Mr. Reynolds immediately," Alex said to his secretary."Yes, sir," she said, before leaving to call Mr. Reynolds.While he was waiting for her to fetch Reynolds, Alex couldn't help but hum a tune, tapping his pen in time with the rhythm of the song he was humming. He hoped he didn't have to wait too long before they got back, and he was relieved when he heard a knock on his office door, signaling their arrival."Come on in," Alex responded to the knock on the door. They both stepped in, and Alex gestured to an empty chair in front of his desk. And Mr. Reynolds took his seat there.Alex couldn't help but wonder at how the roles had been reversed in just a matter of weeks, the employer now being the employee, and vice versa."Wages need to reflect the hard work put forth. I've been in your shoes," Alex empathetically shared with a group of workers.One employee, Mary, nodded in agreement. "It's about time someone understands, Mr. Alex."Alex spent the day addressing the issue, d

He sighed, and walked right up to the front door, took ahold of the oh so familiar brass knocker, and rapped on the door; once, twice, thrice. He heard someone mumble a reply from within the house, he stepped backward, as he heard the answerer walking towards the door—and him. The door swung open, and a woman— Olivia stepped out. " Yes, she replied, before looking up, and gasping out in shock. " Alex—" she started, before stopping abruptly, the words obviously stuck somewhere in her throat.Alex smiled, " Hello, Olivia," He said to her in response," how do you do?" He asks rather casually."I don't understand, she says," still not being able to process whatever, or whomever it was she was seeing. She takes a deep breath, in an attempt to compose herself properly, and recover from the initial shock. She asks, " why are you here, Alex?" She literally spits his name out, like as if she found every syllable of his name utterly revolting. She crosses her arms, trying to assume a domine

The drive back home was quite uncomfortable for Alex, not in in the normal sense, for the seats of the luxury car he was in, were made for Ultimum comfort. He was uncomfortable, majorly because of the verbal exchange he had with Owen— no, that wasn't it, he had gone to the house, to his house... Well, his former house, and former home. Gettimg his files was his top priority, but seeing Olivia again, wasn't something he was adequately prepared for, not after that night, not after seeing the look on her after she had attacked him. He was his wife, he had loved her so much, yet she had done that as effortlessly as breathing in air. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he had to admit, he was really hurt, the pain wasn't even tied to his physical injuries, more of injuries to his heart, the one person whom he had loved, and trusted so much, has betrayed him so easily. That, had to take alot of getting used to, for him. He wonder how it was for her seeing hi