Ron stared at the flyer and went silent for a long minute. "If it's what you want, Bella, I can't refuse you. I will apply for a job at the company tomorrow morning." He wouldn't mind being a janitor,as long as it satisfied his wife. Bella had expected him to prove difficult, but Ron was always subservient towards her. She eyed her husband one last time and went to their bedroom. Although she was the CEO of the successful company she started, their home had a minimalist touch to it. The next morning, the two sisters were staring at the empty dining table with their mouth's agape. Ron surfaced from their bedroom and kissed his wife on the cheek, grabbing an apple from the fridge next. "Good morning, my sweet wife. Sena, how did you sleep?" "Where’s breakfast for crying out loud?" A confused Sena narrowed her eyes at him. "You can whip up a bowl of cereal for yourself before school. I have a job interview to get to." Sena's jaw dropped further. Her sister was sti

Victoria Park ran through the halls of Fashion Factor in a pair of Jimmy Choo heels. Something unbelievable had just happened in the history of their company. She slowed at the President’s office, knocking and tugging her short, short skirt down as she entered it. The director of the Public Relations Department was here as well.“Ma’am, you need to see this!” she panted, holding Ron’s test paper over Bella Humphrey’s desk. “What’s this about, Victoria?” Adina, the tall, inquisitive director of the PR department with an endowed backside, butted in and peered into the sheet meant for her boss.“A candidate just scored full marks in the job application test!”“That’s impossible,” Bella scoffed, placing her elbows casually on her desk, “We’ve made the questions extra difficult for even high-IQ persons. No one should be able to get a full score.”“How are you so sure that this miracle candidate didn’t cheat?”Bella collected the test paper as Victoria replied in awe, “I watched him like

The director's chest heaved, making her breasts swell. They were so big and full. Ron forced his eyes on her angry face. “Do you mean that, Ms. Adina?”“I'm not used to bluffing. Mark my words.” She glanced at the company's security guards, who were recovering from Ron’s tactics.A useless bunch. They couldn't even get one man thrown out on her orders. And Ron hadn’t even used his muscle against them.“I didn’t mean to offend you,” Ron said, knowing this job was important and that he couldn't disappoint Bella.“Too late. I'm highly offended already,” she opened her office door wider, “Get out and never set foot in this building again.”Ron panicked. “But Ms. Adina, I'm sorry. All of this wasn't my fault.”“You've bested my guards. I want you to leave on your own before I call the damned cops on you.”Kate spared Ron a pity look, but she was helpless at the moment. She mouthed quickly, “Sorry. Thank you for saving my life, a.k.a the printer.”Ron sighed and left the director's office

Ron stared at his wife in shock. He glimpsed the smug look on Jonas’ face and scowled.“Bella—”She removed her hand with force, glaring at him like he was the one who had just picked his ex over his life partner.“He's so pathetic. I can bet he chased another man's woman all the way here,” a voice said behind and Ron glanced at the two girls in fancy dresses leaving the restaurant.“Thank God she dumped him for the wealthy one.” Ron looked the other way as another mumble came. “Look at his cheap shoes. He can't even afford a meal here, I bet.”“Did you get a perfect shot? My blog needs stories like these.”The back of Ron's neck burned. He cleared his throat. If only they knew he wasn't the one that had been dumped by Bella.Jonas pulled Bella into the restaurant and Ron followed because he could never leave his wife alone with such a man. “I reserved a table for two. Not three.” Jonas placed a hand on his chest to stop him from entering.“I'm here to make sure my wife is safe.”“Wa

The waitress blinked in awe. She was starstruck at his good command of the language.“You’re awesome, sir!”Ron smiled. “It’s nothing. I self taught myself a few years back. Your French is good as well.”“Can you sign my apron?” the waitress pulled it over her head before he could even respond.Ron felt uneasy under the spotlight, but he took her pen and signed his initials on the cloth. She bowed repeatedly in gratitude.He returned back to his seat on their table and the scowl on Jonas’s face had him stifling a laugh. “Did you learn a thing or two?”“I don’t know what I’m supposed to pick out from a wannabe trying to enjoy his five seconds of fame.”“And that is why you’ll keep going around telling people a lie—““Ron, that’s enough. We’ll talk more about this when we get home, let Jonas be.” She grabbed his arm, holding his shirt tight that the seams could tear. He said nothing again because he knew his wife would want answers about when he had developed an interest in French and