“If you gave me this new responsibility to distract me from the fact that you have cancer or the fact that you have something bothering you, then I regret the day I signed the document,” Alan continued. “Either way, I would continue with as much vigor as I can gather, and trust me, this might just be the last time you see me.”Alan darted fiery glances and stepped aside in readiness to leave Mr. Greyson’s manor. Alan’s eyes were red and contorted with pain. A part of him wished that he didn’t have so much empathy for his father who was ready to use him as the fall guy for federal offenses and send him to jail.Mr. Greyson blinked away in tears of sorrow as he watched Alan leave. His face was contorted with a twist of misery as a drop of tears escaped the corner of his eyes.He whispered, his lips quivering with anguish. “Alan,” he called.Alan arched his neck as he heard his father whisper his name.“I will tell you everything you need to know,” Mr. Greyson uttered, wiping away the te
“Hello, you have new instructions. Close up the gates and do not allow Lesley in. Is that understood?” “Yes, Sir,” a voice responded through the phone.“But, dad—” Margaret tried to intercede further but was met with a shush from Mr. Billing.Lesley was still struggling his way through the microphones and cameras until he finally broke free of them.The reporters decided to wait behind while they watched what was going to happen with Lesley and whether he was going to enter into the manor.One of the reporters in carrying out his duty uttered. “As you can see. Here is Mr. Lesley Billing knocking at the Billing family manor. We await to know if he will be let in considering the delicate situation that he seems to have put himself in.”“Isn’t that so, Kelvin?” He transferred the podium to another reporter.“Yes, still reporting for Eagle TV. As my colleague reported earlier, Kelvin seems to be keen on getting through to the manor. It appears that Mr. Billing, Rose Billing, Margaret Bil
“Alan,” Lesley stuttered with a deadly hitch of terror, his voice shaking with a tremble of fear.Mr. Billing flinched his eyebrows countless times again in a trial of comprehension. “Alan, who is Alan? What Alan are you talking about?” He asked, his eyes desperate for an answer.“The same Alan dad. The same Alan who used to be our errand boy,” Lesley responded, his chest heaving in a shudder of distress as he let out desperate tears. Mr. Billing’s eyes were wide open in confusion and it looked like he was stuck to the spot. He couldn't open his mouth or respond to what he had heard.“It's surprising, Dad. I know it is but it is the truth. Alan forced me to go naked on the streets - he trampled on my dignity,” Lesley continued, his voice tinged with despair.“No! No! No! Something is wrong here. When did Alan have money to hire thugs to bully someone? He can't even fend for himself if not for the little stipends he sees while working here. What exactly are you even saying? Did you se
Everyone looked at the front page of the newspaper and it read - “Alan Greyson takes charge as the leader of Greyson Consortium after being passed the mantle by his father Mr. Greyson.”The faces of everyone in the room froze in a deadly shock, their gaze stuck in disbelief. They all stared wildly in utmost amazement. Was it the same Alan who would sometimes serve them food in the kind of meetings they were having at that moment who was now the head of a consortium? This was boldly written as the headline on a newspaper so there was no doubting it. Oswald turned the newspaper to the next page and it was boldly written again - “Court unfreezes Greyson Consortium assets as banks restore billions of dollars into Greyson’s account.”Almost everyone’s mouth gaped in disbelief. They couldn't believe that Alan was a Greyson all through the years that he served as their errand boy. They kept asking themselves questions in their minds. Why did he hide his identity?Mr. Billing’s senses were h
The response brought shivers down Mr. Billing’s spine. Perhaps this was the time he had been waiting for. He wanted to see for himself if everything about Alan being rich was really true.“Put him on then,” Mr. Billing said.The employee connected his laptop to the front of the meeting hall so that everyone could see it. Mr. Billing took a comfortable seat to make sure that he was at the heart of the conversation.Rose’s heart was beating very fast. She couldn't believe that she was about to see her ex-husband in a wealthy condition. Goosebumps were growing all over her skin as she tried to cover her face from being seen when the technician put Alan on the screen.Alan’s image soon appeared on the screen after the setup was completed by the technician.Alan’s smile was bold and revealed a deadly flash of teeth, his presence radiating an aura of villainy. Mr. Billing gritted his teeth in silent displeasure as he could now see for himself the transformation of Alan. His face was now m
Each time she closed her eyes, she saw an image created in her head of Alan wearing the most beautiful suit in the world and sitting on his CEO’s office chair delivering instruction. What could have been if only she hadn't let a moment of anger eat up her mind?Rose went over to see Mr. Billing who was waiting just by the corner of the hall with a glass cup of scotch in his hand.“You were a little moody throughout the meeting today. What could be going on?” Mr. Billing asked, his brow furrowed in concern as he looked behind him to make sure no one was hovering around to hear what he was going to say.“I am good. There is no problem, Dad,” Rose responded, her expression a mask of false warmth.“Hmm, are you sure?” Mr. Billing inquired again, his nose squeezed in a silent discovery. “Is this about your brother, Lesley? He deserves to be treated harshly you know. I hope you don't have any sympathy for him.”Rose nodded her head in denial, her eyes contorted with a mask of innocence. She
Even though the marriage papers were already signed, Rose was now beginning to have very heavy doubts since she was beginning to realize that the basis for her divorce from Alan might have been a lie.Mr. Billing continued, his voice laced with seriousness and a hint of threat. “Why else do you think I approved that you get married to Mr. Lawrence? Why else do you think that I was happy that you divorced that clown Alan? Ehh, tell me?”Rose’s eyes widened with a dawn of understanding. ‘It was really only my happiness that he cared about, wasn't it? He never truly cared about me and only knew about me and my relationships because of what I was going to offer him. Rose conducted a quick question-and-answer session in her mind.‘No wonder even the cunny Lesley attempted seeking new opportunities elsewhere,’ she thought.Rose whispered in a tone of partial compliance. “What excuse would I give as the reason why I would need such a huge amount of money then?” “Now you are beginning to hav
***Mr. Greyson and Alan both got into the former’s abode after a brief misunderstanding between them.Mr. Greyson finally realized that he had to be very open with Alan if there was to be a proper relationship between them. If he shunned him each time he asked questions, he might also lose the only family he has.“Would you like coffee or tea,” Mr. Greyson asked, his face gleaming with a welcoming smile.“Come on, you don't have to worry about doing that,” Alan responded.“You come to my abode, I serve you myself. So better talk,” Mr. Greyson said.“Alright, I will take tea,” Alan said, his face set in resignation.Mr. Greyson poured tea from a big jar into two cups, bringing them over to Alan as they sat opposite each other.Alan’s face was leveled with a weight of expectation. He was eager to know more about what had been bothering Mr. Greyson. He already knew that he was under chemotherapy for his cancer and that was already more than enough for Alan to think about. Not like he c