Following the directions from the vehicle's Google map, Chris pulled into the driveway of what could very well be called a mansion and brought the car to a stop in front of the door but didn't kill the engine. He brought out his phone and dialed Sarah's number and she picked on the first ring."Are you guys here?" she asked as soon as she accepted the call."Uhm, I think so?" Chris replied feeling somewhat confused. "If your house is one that has very well earned its right to be called a mansion, then yes, we are here" Chris responded as he remained staring at the magnificent structure before them."Yep, sounds like me, you are here" she said on a soft chuckle and added "I'll be right out."As they watched, the front door opened and Sarah walked out wearing a pair of rugged bum shorts and a white tank top. She waved at them with a smile before shoving her hands in the front pockets of her bum shorts and began rocking back and forth on her heels.Chris, Rose and Monica alighted th
It was already well past 8pm and getting on for 9pm before Chris, Rose and Monica got to their feet and got ready to head back to the Bolton's Mansion. After they had individually given the reports of their separate stake outs and investigations on Mabel Sanders for the previous two days, they had also agreed to come to the conclusion that Mabel Sanders was actually clean and probably meant well and so Chris could go ahead and schedule a meet up with her and actually show up for it. For all they knew, she probably actually had useful information which could prove really useful to them and could come in handy in the future. They got up and walked out of the cottage and back the across the lawn the same way they had come. They walked into the house and back across the same long hallway and across the living room to the front door and they walked out and descended the steps to meet the same cheery chauffeur from earlier, Elvis, who handed the keys to Sarah with a "here you go Ms. Sarah
Mabel Sanders woke up to the her notification sound alerting her to the entry of a new message. She woke up and noticed that she had neither taken a shower nor changed into her night wear before she had slept off, matter of fact, she was still fully dressed; clothes, shoes, jewelry and all. She hadn't even placed her phone on charge. She looked at the phone screen and had barely registered that it was well past 11pm and getting on for 12am, before her beeping red battery caught her attention and she realized her phone was at 1%. Suddenly alert, she shot up and off the bed and scrambled to the other side of her bed where her phone charger was. In her rush, she briefly forgot about the fact that she still had on her shoes which were a pair of five inches high stiletto heels and she came crashing to the ground immediately she got off the bed and to her feet. She cussed and got on her knees and began to crawl to get to her charger. She got to her phone charger and tried to connect her cha
Mabel Sanders was up and out of her bed as early as 6:30am. She would just quickly brush her teeth and freshen up then head to the shop to get her dress tried on and fitted. She walked into her bathroom and brushed her teeth then quickly splashed some water onto her face before she walked out of her bathroom and into her closet. She walked out few minutes later wearing a pair of purple sweatpants with a matching purple sweatshirt and an inner black t-shirt. She picked up her car keys from the top of her dresser, went to her bedside table to pick up her phone and her purse then she headed out of her room and out of the house. She got into her car, pulled up the name of the shop and entered it into her GPS and set out. Along the way, she stopped briefly to get herself a much needed cup of coffee and few minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot of the shop, got out of her car and headed into the shop. She received a warm welcome from the receptionist and pulled up the details of he
"So, care to share what this meeting is about Ms. Sanders?" he asked and leaned forward "I mean, given our history you definitely couldn't have asked to see me for a catch up chat." he finished and raised his right brow mockingly.Mabel stiffled the urge to respond with the sudden anger and irritation she felt. This Chris was definitely a handful. Why, the boldness and arrogance of the obnoxiously pompous brat!!!"No sir," she said with a bright blinding smile which Chris barely noticed or acknowledged. "I requested for this meeting to discuss something really important and of great concern to me," she paused then gave him a thoughtful look before adding "And I imagine it will be of great concern to you too, Mr. Chris," she finished."Oh?" Chris responded and raised his right brow again "Interesting," he said with a nod "Alright then, let's have it," he said and leaned back into his chair "The floor is yours and you have my full attention, so, shoot." he finished and stared at her
Mabel Sanders and Chris Bolton walked out of the Pink Flame Jazz Bar by exactly 1:30pm and with a brief and nonchalant nod to each other, they went their separate ways. Mabel Sanders got into her car, brought the engine to life and pulled out of the parking lot and gently steered her way back into the stream of vehicles on the main road.Chris Bolton headed to his own car where Rose was waiting for him in the driver's sit. He opened the door to the front passenger sit and got in. Whenever he stepped out for a casual social meet up with Rose and didn't take his usual escorts, he preferred to ride up front with Rose. Matter of fact, even with the other vehicle of escorts present, he still still in the preferred to ride up front with her. He only refrained from doing that in extremely formal settings and social gatherings where he knew eyes would be on him. He had barely even had to get in properly and shut the door before she spoke."So, how did that go?" she asked "What did our littl
The rest of the ride to the Bolton's Mansion was filled with small absentminded banter between the group of four who were each distracted with their racing thoughts. Soon enough Rose pulled into the driveway of the Bolton's Mansion and came to a stop in front of the door, but no one made a move to get down from the car. They were all well aware of the presence of the proverbial elephant in the room but none of them wanted to be the first to bring it up so they sat in silence for almost two minutes until Sarah, being the most impatient one of the four, eventually decided she had just about had enough of the heavy silence and pulled the plug on the silence by clearing her throat to speak up."Look, Chris, we all know the right thing to do is to tell Mr. Michael Bolton" she started and Chris let out a breath "But then again, we are your friends and I believe our loyalty is first to you, at least I know mine is." she paused briefly then continued. "While we all know what the right thing
Mrs. Yvonne walked away from Chris and headed to the kitchen after explaining that on Mr. Michael Bolton's instruction, she had actually been on her way to ask that one of the maids take up a glass of orange juice to him. She had told Chris to wait for her so they could head up to Mr. Michael Bolton's quarters together on her return. As soon as she left, Sarah spoke up."Are you absolutely you don't want us present with you when you tell him?" She asked as she looked up at Chris."Yes Sarah, I'm sure." Chris said and smiled at her with a nod. "I'll handle this myself." he finished just as Mrs. Yvonne came into view as she headed to them. "You ladies can head to the garden and someone can ask the maids to get us some snacks and drinks. You don't have to wait for me. Dig in. I'll just quickly see dad and head out to join you ladies." he finished just as Mrs. Yvonne got to them and without wasting time, they both headed for the stairs and began their ascent."Would you want to change