GIVE US THE CARThomas was in the kitchen the night he heard the loud bang on the door. Who could that be at this time of the night?” He questioned as he rinsed the leather off his hands and picked up the red napkin clothed in the dishwasher. Lady Victoria was seated in the living room, but as usual, she would never get up to see who was at the door except she was the only one at home. She even had a pack of juice by her side and the potato chips Thomas had made for her about thirty minutes ago. She had declined dinner and says she only wants to take the snack to bed.“Get the door fast, moron." She muttered as she chewed. Thomas ignores her saucy attitude because he knows that on a good day she will come begging and pleading at his feet. If not for the fact that Grandpa had instructed him to pipe low, all of this would not be happening. He swayed his shoulders from side to side and wiped his hands with the towel before gripping the door knob.“Who is it?” He asked, and just as the

A SECRET ADMIRER “Sir please have a seat” Tony told Thomas.“Oh, thank you for being nice unlike your other colleague who just wrote me off the moment he saw me.“Tyler is always impatient but trust me when I say he is a very sweet fellow if you get to know him. He loves perfection to the brim”. Tony commended.“Well he would do well somewhere else”. “Yes. Sir. Are you paying by transfer, Card or by check?”“I've got my card and I think we can start from there’. Thomas said with a smile on his face. He reached out for his card in his pocket. “Here you go”. He answered by handing the card over to the sales rep. When Tony saw the logo on the card his eyes widened.“You are an Al Thani?" he asked with shock.“Shhh! Do not the walls hear, they have ears”? Thomas cupped his hand in the corner of his mouth and spoke.“Oh I see”, the young man quickly slid the card into the POS machine and made the transfer. He was happy and Thomas had no option but tip him an extra $5000. ‘Thank you so m

SENT OUTThe next day David is prepared for his meeting with the Al Thani's; a bright look illuminates his features as he stands in front of the mirror in his room. He held the button to his well tailor azure suit and ran a quick finger in his short but lush hair. “I shall make grandma and everyone else proud.” He whispered to himself and grinned. Just then his door creaked open and his father came into the room.“Hey son, are you ready?” Patrick asked.Looking over at his father he smiled and nodded at the same time. “Yes dad. I am more than ready”.“Breakfast is served. We must get something in our stomach to withstand the pressure that might come with the meeting”. Patrick said like he was already having a feeling that something bad might happen along the line. He shook the thought out of his mind and placed a weak hand on his son's shoulder. “You will get through it successfully and we shall prove to grandma that we made it without anyone's help unlike that foolish girl Maven

A PLEA“Urgh! It's actually a Lamborghini not a Ferrari. You should know your car brands David. Maybe you need lessons on it I could teach you”. Maven answered him in a mocking tone and all she earned from him for that rude correction was a poisonous glare.“Look whatever!. Dad, I have longed for a Lambo and looked where it's parked. Who owns it? I know Maven can never afford this car and not even that wretched husband of hers can afford the car of my dreams.” He scowled the venomous words at her but she didn't react in her usual way. She knew that this time she had bitten all of them in a tight spot and bantering words with him was only going to make her become as bitter as he is.“Well I guess my husband and I now have at least one car to our name that doesn't belong to the Taylor family or even the Company. So gentle men, how may I be of help to you this sunny afternoon?” She asked them as she trailed her hand gently on the surface of the car. The chassis fluttered like black di

YOU HUSBAND IS IN PRISONThomas was still at home when a knock came on the door.“Are you expecting anyone?” He asked Maven as he served some of the rice he had made into a small plate for her.“No. Not really”. Maven answered and ignored the door but the doorbell came chiming in the house again. This time it was loud and resonating. Thomas was pissed by the way the person outside was playing with the sound so he rushed out murmuring a few inaudible words to himself. He stormed out to open the door and the moment he saw the men dressed in black he paused on his track. “Good day officer, how may I be of help to you?” He asked them and just then he saw grandma's car pull up on the other side opposite the house.“That's the moron that harassed my son. I want him jailed and rotten in prison”. She screamed at the officers.“Mr. Thomas Miller you are under arrest”. One of the cops spoke to him.“For what exactly. Thomas put his hand on his waist and stared blankly at them.“For assault. Y