"OK then," Mabel said as she cracked her knuckles. "Let's start with establishing the obvious fact," she paused and looked at Arthur who raised his right eye brow at her. "Which is?" he asked when she didn't continue. "We obviously can't get the money we want from our normal 9-5 jobs," she said and made a "duh" expression and rolled her eyes. "So, moving on" she went on when he said nothing "you couldn't possibly have just been pouting without trying to come up with an idea," she paused and caught his eyes again. "Let's have it. What ideas did you come up with before I arrived?" she asked maintaining eye contact. "Well, I had only come up with two ideas before you came," he paused and looked away from her "one of which I'm sure you'll throw out the window before I can say "Jack"" he finished and gave a shrug and turned back to look at her. She looked confused. "OK?" She asked with her brows furrowed in confusion. "Let me hear these ideas," she finished with her confusion stil
Arthur McDoyle and Mabel Sanders sat in silence for a while with Arthur's last words hanging in the air between them. Chris Bolton. He was obviously the obvious best victim. Michael Bolton was a freaking billionaire and if one considered recent events, it was quite clear that he loved his son, Chris Bolton and he would do anything to ensure his safety. The more Mabel Sanders thought about it the more she realized that she was thinking too small. Michael Bolton would gladly give two hundred million dollars without flinching to save his son. In fact he would gladly part with three hundred million dollars and it wouldn't make a dent in his account. Matter of fact, they would just begin negotiations from half a billion dollars and then they would refuse to go below three hundred million dollars or the least they would go would be two hundred and fifty million dollars. Blinded by greed and oblivious to that fact, her mind spun with calculations. She would be a freaking millionaire. She c
Chris Bolton sat in the office of the CEO at GLAM and played with a fountain pen. He had just come out of a meeting and he wanted nothing more but to leave and head home and just chill and unwind with Monica, Rose and Sarah. He would have been on his way home had Merlanie not met him after the meeting to inform him that Mabel Sanders had met her and expressed an interest in seeing him before he left. Well where was the woman? He was getting impatient. He had spent the last three weeks and two days sitting in attendance of one meeting or the other and he had planned things to get an early day of on that day so he could hang out with his dysfunctional group of three ladies and he wasn't pleased with Mabel Sanders delaying him at all. Between these seemingly endless meetings and having to oversee the changes that had been implemented in the mansion in a bid to tighten security, Heaven knew he had earned a break and Mabel Sanders was delaying it and he wasn't in the least bit pleased abou
Chris Bolton registered the breath Mabel Sanders had noisily in the sucked in and he fought back a smile. He could see the sudden fear and uncertainty in her eyes as she tried but failed to regain her initial disinterest and composure. He had established that the tables had turned and he, Chris Bolton was now in charge in their little game and battle of having the upper hand. Without letting go of her hand he leaned in as he maintained eye contact which he broke when he shifted his head to the right so he could whisper directly into her left ear. "That dumb, old doormat Chris Bolton, whom you and your lover could push over and walk all over," he paused and let out a light breath gently. "He's gone. He no longer exists." He said then leaned and in the same sudden movement let go of her hand quickly like he was suddenly irritated by the feel of her skin on his, then he turned and walked away back to his side of the table and left a completely disoriented Mabel Sanders on the other sid
"Rose?" Chris started after a few minutes of silence. "Are Monica and and Sarah at the mansion already?""Yes, Sarah arrived a few minutes ago" Rose responded."Good. Good." Chris said with a nod. "We won't be going out today." He continued. "No ice cream parlors, no bars, no clubs, no restaurants. None of that today." he finished."Oh?" Rose asked as she caught his eyes in the rear view mirror."Yes." Chris responded shortly then after a while added "I was thinking we could just hang around at home and relax." he said with his face looking thoughtful "We could maybe go out into the garden and have one of the maids, or maybe two of them bring us a tray of juice and snacks and just take the rest of the day slow and just let it pass," he finished and turned his head to catch her eyes in the rear view mirror. "What do you think Rose?" he asked with a small smile."I guess we three will be fine with whatever you choose for us to do. It's not like we actually had anything specific pla
Rose, Monica and Chris walked into the mansion and Chris was about to inform the other two ladies that he would just quickly head upstairs to have a quick bath and change before heading down again to join them, then also suggest that Rose did the same since she had been at work with him, but was stopped short by the sound of his father's voice from the head of the staircase and he looked up with Rose and Monica to see his dad standing at the head of the stairs and talking to Sarah with a smile on his face. As they watched, Sarah said something that made Michael Bolton let out a small laugh before he said something in return and then after a few more seconds of conversation, Sarah bowed her head and made to leave and Michael Bolton patted her on the shoulder and squeezed it gently with a fond look in his eyes and a small smile on his face.For some weird reason the scene brought a small tender smile to Chris' lips. Rose just stood and watched with a seemingly indifferent look on her f
The group of four said nothing as Sarah's words settled between them. Monica and Rose quietly agreed within her. Chris was being quite unreasonable about the Mabel Sanders situation. Granted, Mabel Sanders had been a real devil to him but that was also not reason enough for him to just agree to arrange a meet up with her like that without giving it a careful and second consideration knowing fully well that Arthur McDoyle and Mabel Sanders had been partners in crime for a long time and could very well be in on something evil against him together again. It would be really careless and stupid of him to just prance into any meet up with either member of the duo. While Chris' thirst for revenge was justified, it was also not a good enough reason to to do something so foolish.Chris Bolton remained in his lying position and considered Sarah's words again. At first, he had been mad at her rudeness and had wanted to blow up at her for have spoken to him in such a rude manner because for Chri
The group of four had made good work of the trays of food that had been placed before them and Monica was even drifting in and out off sleep when Chris Bolton's phone rang and startled the group. He looked at the phone beside him and saw Merlanie Jones' name flashing across the screen and he picked it up wondering why she would be calling. "Hello Merlanie" Chris said when he accepted the call. "Good day Mr. Chris," she said briefly then went on "I'm sorry to interrupt your hang out with your friends Sir.""It's fine Merlanie, just go on" Chris said. He really wasn't mad. The lady was just too uptight. Well, he couldn't expect less from someone who had undergone years of training for the position of Chris Bolton's personal assistant, under the direct supervision of Mrs. Yvonne. He would try to make her ease up around him though. He wasn't used to working with people who he felt were tensed around him. He had always favoured a tension free and easy going atmosphere for work and he