Donald's POV I was practically over the moon with the good news. According to Hector, I would need to get the cheque cashed and then I would have the money transferred directly into my bank account.I was feeling like I had just walked on the moon because the thought of divorcing Rose…. it's put a slight pep in my step.I called back to the office telling them that I would not be available for the rest of the day and to move my schedule till tomorrow.On getting to the bank, I reached out to my account manager handing over the check so that he could cash it and transfer the money to me. He directed me to a lounge to wait while they had all the nitty-gritties I ironed out.Since I was a VIP client it didn't take much time at all and in less than an hour I got the notification on my phone and the man showed up shortly after handing me documentation that the wire was successful. Now that I had more than enough money to get me through this escapade with Rose, I didn't really feel like g

I picked up my bag, about to hoist it over my shoulder but Sally stopped me.She snapped her fingers twice and a stoic-looking guard rushed up to her, his hands behind his back with his shoulders ramrod straight as he adopted the military style.“Ma'am?” He's spoken directly to Sally not offering me a glance.“You're to help him with his luggage and show him to his room. It's on the first floor, so ring ahead and get everything ready for his arrival. “Thank you.” She said dismissing him soon after so I tend to other customers. The man finally my way stretching his hands forward. “This way sir,” he took the lead, with me with me walking close to him. He would glance back from time to time as we walked down the hallway to ensure I was following him.We arrived at an elevator and he stopped, pressing a button for the first floor which was where the suite was located.He stared directly in front of him, not bothering to communicate or even start up a small conversation. I kept myself to

I took a quick power nap to recover some of my strength after the extensive swimming session. Did I forget that the hotel had an executive swimming for VIP guests?I had quickly grown bored after binging on a couple of TV shows and I decided to call up, asking for a list of things to do.That was when they gave me an extensive offer of various activities such as Touring the City for newbies and swimming sessions, fencing lessons, private fine dining, and a cinema…they had a downtown cinema.My mind was blown at the prospect of these amazing options so I picked swimming first.They provided a lifeguard and swimming instructor. To top it off, they made available loads of finger food to sate the hunger and restore our energy.All in all, I had fun.Currently, I was the only one in the lounge and I chose to take full advantage of it by spreading my legs on the chair, a dark sunglasses perched up on my face while I stared out in the distance watching the scenery.My phone buzzed with an in

Donald POVKnowing that I would be up early tomorrow when I went back home, I woke up early at night to iron my clothes and I did a little bit of meditating before I went back to bed.My father was currently in the hospital, in a section of the building where he had nurses and matrons who looked after him, making sure he took his medications. He was generally fit and healthy before he was discharged. He has been in and out of the hospital for some years now due to his condition.Unfortunately, the last time you had a minor issue, the doctor did a botched job which escalated into a severe ailment, requiring several surgeries.The drive down to the hospital was only thirty minutes, plus the Uber driver was quite adept at navigating traffic. When they arrived, just in time for the visiting hour, he tipped off the driver and walked inside.As soon as I walked into the ER several nurses began waving at me while some greeted him as he walked past. I was quite popular around here because of

Donald's POV“I won't tell anyone,” I promised, foregoing the part where I had no one to actually tell. “What's the big deal about this card anyways?”George blew out a harsh look, exhausted simply by the thought of telling me about this huge secret. “I told your father that this was a bad idea but they insisted that you grew up humble and what notes so that's why you might be hearing this for the first time…Do you ever wonder why I get such special treatment from the staff?”I shook my head, no because it has never occurred to me. Generally, I thought that my grandfather had such a likable personality and he grew up on the waitstaff which was why they were always nice and attended to him but I'm finding out that maybe there could be another reason.“I suppose it's because I paid them handsomely to attend to you?” I say tentatively.“Really?” George shook his head. “Did you also ever wonder why they gave me a private suite instead of sharing the other bunks like other patients do?”I