"How long will it take him to serve the damn food?" Diana snarled through gritted teeth. She hit her hand over the table, turning her head to the entrance of the kitchen. "I think you should give him a moment," Lilly broke in with a distasteful stare lurking in her demeanor. Diana rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. She stared at her mum and dad who sat at the other edge of the table. Their neutral attitude towards the whole situation sent spurts of disappointment down her spine. Moments later, Justin scampered out of the kitchen, holding a tray, with an apron tied around his neck. "I'm sorry," he muttered as he served the food to everyone seated. "Ugh. Finally. I'm starving," Diana dragged the bowl of pasta closer to herself. “You want me to choke while eating this?" Diana shot. Justin stood still, unable to figure out what the spoilt brat was saying. "Get me water, Silly!" She shouted. Justin startled at how strident her voice was, before racing to the kitchen like he'd been c

Justin clutched the bag tightly to his chest like his life was kept in it. He took to his heels with every step limping in outright fear and a mist of thrill. Justin ran until the loan shark's lair was no longer in sight and he was somewhere on the streets of LA. At this point, Justin couldn't help but allow a smile to swerve on his arid lips like a fourteen-year-old who'd just gotten a birthday present. Justin had his eyes scanning every nook and cranny of the street in a voyage to find a Walgreens outlet. After all, it's Nelson Drogonuv's party, a multitude of well-to-do folks will be trooping to the nearest ticket outlets to get a ticket before it's sold out. Justin arrived at a supposed Walgreens store. He was a bit confounded because it appeared to be a coffee shop. But when his eyes settled on the Walgreens logo, situated outside - close to the sidewalk, he heaved a sigh and walked through the entrance. "Maybe they're affiliated with Walgreens," he muttered under his breath.

Justin brushed a streak of saline sweat off his face. He paused to catch his breath, while his hand clasped a broom. His gaze twinkled across the room and it fell on the two ladies seated at the reception. Justin snagged a sight of them laughing and whispering words into each other's ears. While they stared at him. Justin couldn't figure out which part of him was the most hilarious to make two grownups laugh that hard. Maybe it was because of the dirty and torn apron he was wearing. He had pleaded with his boss, Bruce Springsteen for a replacement, but the contemptuous billionaire insisted he continued to use the stale and old one. Or better still, the disgruntled look on Justin's face could be the reason why the ladies are cracked up as if they chugged on an overdose of N20. Justin's thoughts drifted to the peril he'd been going through at the hands of the Tucsons'. And the mere thought that he might lose his wife soon sent shrills of panic to his heart. He marveled at how he non

Lilly frowned at Bruce's utterance. She heaved a tensed sigh and peeked at Justin's eyes. The rage, betrayal, and anger lurking in his eyes wrecked her heart. Bruce had his lips blaring with a smile. As he watched the couple exchange glances."So what's your response?" Bruce asked - gazing into Lilly's plunging blue eyes. "Are you going to have lunch with me and get a new car or you'd stand here with this poor idiot." He said, darting a finger at Justin. "The choice is yours to make."Justin's emotionless face shrunk into a scowl, part of him wanting to pull Bruce close and headbutt incessantly until his nose bled. "I'm not interested," Lilly said. She swallowed the lump in her throat - eyes glaring into space. "Oh. Wrong choice." Bruce grinned. You're going to regret that choice." He sneered. "I can't disrespect my husband like that by going on a date with his boss.!" Lilly retorted. Justin's demeanor switched. A smile formed at the corner of his spherical lips. His mind flashed

"Great!" Bruce exclaimed. "You made the choice eventually."Justin's eyes glinted with rage and disappointment. He bit his lip nervously as he watched Bruce hold Lilly's hand. "Lilly, how could you - " Justin stuttered. Until the first streak of tear fell from his eyes, Justin didn't notice how heartbroken he was. "How could you do this to me?" He wailed. Lilly smacked her lip, as a flare of guilt flashed through her mind. She had seen him cry and feel broken in the past. But now he wasn't just broken and teary, he looked like he had been ripped off his heart. And he might die of a heart attack real soon. "I'm sorry, Justin." Lilly muttered, touching his shoulder. "I know I said I loved you. Believe me, I do. But at this point, I'm helpless too." "So you're going to humiliate me and go out with another man just because of a car?" Justin cried, his voice stuck somewhere between rage and remorse. "Not just a car Justin. It's my dream car. A Rangerover." Lilly said. Her tone went a