Keith leaned further into his seat, the soft cushion of the seat helping him get more comfortable, as he enjoyed the soft tunes coming from the small speakers in the café. He reached for the cup of coffee sitting on the table before him and took a swift sniff of its content before taking it to his lips. It was just as he liked it, he thought to himself as he took another gulp of the coffee, black and with the right amount of sugar, the baristas here never failed to disappoint. That was why he had recommended this café for his meeting with Camila after she had nearly canceled their meeting today because she had gotten delayed with one of her other clients. When he had suggested they meet outside her office, Camila had been skeptical and quick to decline but he had foreseen her disapproval before it came and had prepared enough argument to change her mind, but in the long run she gave in. One of the things he has noticed about Camila, was that she was always on edge about everything a

Keith stormed into the hotel ignoring the greetings of the staff as he stormed past them, his attention on the elevator ahead desperate to get into his room. He couldn't help but notice the hotel lobby was swamped with more people than they had been since he lodged into the hotel_ and of all days it had to be today. And of all days to run into his spiteful ex-wife, it had to be today and unluckily for him, he ran into her when he was meeting with Camila. “Mr. Thompson_,” Keith growled as he heard someone call him from behind and the sound of approaching footsteps. “What do you want?” He growled when he felt the presence of someone beside him.“Is everything okay sir?” The staff asked, sounding concerned as she hastened her pace to catch up with him. No, he was not okay. He felt far from okay. And he needed to be left alone for goodness sake.“What do you want?” He asked again, this time his tone was harsher since he didn’t attempt to mask his anger.Keith did not miss the way the

Sheila regarded Keith with a look of amusement, stunned that he had the bravery to show his face to her family after all the putting him in his place that she had done. Her eyes raked over the repulsing lowlife, glaring at him with flared nostrils. Keith has clearly not been suffering, she noted, comparing the Keith before her now and the Keith she had seen last when he was sobbing pathetically behind bars. The first time she met Keith, it had been hate at first sight. He was poor yet a hopeless dreamer aiming for things that someone like him shouldn't dream about, like herself for example. She shunned him multiple times but had to change tactics after he somehow managed to get a deal her father had been after, a deal that had belonged to her father. So she went after him, promising her father to get back what should have been rightfully his and get back at Keith. “Frank isn't a loan shark?” Keith repeated, a bit of his resolve dissolving but he quickly covered it up. She scoffed,

Mr. Kevin eyed Keith curiously, raising a brow at him, “Who Sir?” The old man figured quickly he wouldn't be getting an answer from the young man seated across him as his gaze was locked elsewhere and his face was no longer calm and approachable as it was a few seconds earlier, now replaced with a guarded look and stiff stance. Mr. Kevin glanced over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of who could have gotten his new boss this riled up. Mr. Kevin adjusted his square rimmed glasses to get a better look at the figure standing beside the approaching secretary and his brow arched upwards a bit further as he dawned with recognition, “Mr. Hockings,” he mumbled moving his attention back to his Keith and to his surprise found him already staring, regarding him with a curious gaze.“You know him,” Keith asked, his voice dangerously dipped in an icy tone.Mr. Kevin tensed, surprised by the change of attitude unsure how to react Knowing a wrong move could cost him his job if he wasn't careful, exc

Keith nodded in agreement, watching the woman seated before with intent concentration. Mrs. Genevieve was the next oldest member of his family's business line after Mr. Kevin and as Keith took in her figure he suspected she was older than Mr. Kevin, her skin was more wrinkled and her movements slower. Mrs. Genevieve was nice and graceful, her aura screaming someone who grew up with money and is still swimming in it.“Your mother used to tell me so much about you, Keith and it's great to finally meet you” Mrs. Genevieve smiled at Keith, taking a sip from her wine. Keith flashed her a polite smile back, “I can't say my parents ever told me about you Mrs. Genevieve but it is still an honor meeting you.”Mrs. Genevieve nodded, “It's about time you take your position, we have long awaited this moment.”“I am also looking forward to this experience and looking forward to learning from all of you.” Keith held out his glass and Mrs. Genevieve hurriedly raised hers to clink it together. “And