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
Mr. Greyson put a finger in the air in remembrance of something. “Look, I have her picture somewhere here,” He reached for his drawer and checked between the stacks of papers one by one for where he had hidden the picture.“Yes, here. Take a look at this. This is what Fayette Badur looks like now,” Mr Greyson said. “It's a recent picture that my scouts were luckily able to take when she was at the airport.”Alan’s concentration deepened with a high intensity as he analyzed the picture very well. The image crackled with a flicker of thickness but her expression in the picture was softened. She didn't exactly look like a bad person in the photo not to talk of a terrorist. She had a bleak smile on her face as she had a cell phone to her ear making a call. She was wearing a clean black Abaya that flowed with a deadly cascade of black. Her jewelry was sparkling with a touch of class. Her rimmed eyes were piercing and with a wonderful intensity of beauty.“I know what you might be thinkin
CHAPTER 26***Rose Billing returned to her husband, Mr. Lawrence’s residential suite. Mr. Lawrence owned a five-star hotel suite that had many rooms and a few floors. Everything about the hotel was tinged with modern designs and decorations - it was Mr. Lawrence’s comfort place.Rose couldn't help but think about the answer that Mr. Billing gave to her when she asked him to tell her the truth about the video recording that was made which made her divorce Alan.She couldn't help but curse herself in her mind. How naive was she to listen to Mr. Billing and Lesley when they were showing her the video proof that Alan stole the pendant?She should have been more critical especially when she knew that they never liked Alan in the first place, she reasoned.They got what they wanted and now she was left to regret divorcing the man she cared about and being stuck with Mr. Lawrence.Mr. Lawrence was a controlling man who always believed that his way of doing things was always right. He never
There were two young ladies, probably in their mid-20s behind the door. They were almost completely naked and it was easy to tell that they were wh**es. Rose gritted her teeth in irritation when he saw the ladies. Their makeup was thick and overdone. Their hair was tousled and a complete mess as they wore high heels. Their attire was a complete demonstration of whoredom as they wore only green bikinis, their features bursting out without any concern. Strange-looking tattoos were also drawn on their features. Rose’s posture was rigid with a mask of uncertainty. “Yes, how can I help you?”The two ladies busted into an unprovoked laughter as their eyes glazed and were unfocused. Their movements were a deadly swirl of intoxication and Rose was perceiving the smell of alcohol as they opened their mouths wide in laughter. “It seems you have gotten the wrong address,” Rose said and tried to shut the door angrily in their faces when she was met with a hand from one of the ladies preventin