“It’s this strange woman you brought as your wife. Can you imagine that she insulted us and told us to get out - who does she think she is to tell us that?” one of the hookers said.Rose’s face flushed with embarrassment the moment she saw Mr. Lawrence walk over to where they were. Her breath was held in a silent hope for redemption because she didn't want Mr. Lawrence to see her in such a demeaning situation.She had always tried to avoid him at any cost but fighting with one of his whores meant that she was letting herself loose.Mr. Lawrence turned his gaze toward Rose to know if she had any words of defense to what the hooker had said but her lips were set in a thin line as she gave no words in her defense. She wished it didn't come to the situation it now was.“She even had the guts to slap us,” the other hooker said, adding more fuel to the fire when she noticed that Rose wasn't going to defend herself.They were ready to cause as much commotion anyway since they never even like
He saw Rose’s iPad on the bed but it wasn't the iPad itself that got his attention. It was what was playing on the device.Rose didn't realize that she had left the video recording of the figure that was made to look like Alan stealing a pendant playing on the bed. The volume was reduced by the video was still playing.“That’s your iPad right?” Mr. Lawrence asked, his brows furrowed in concentration as he walked over to get the device.Rose traced her feet back and stood as a barrier in front of Mr. Lawrence, her eyes hanging low as she muttered. “Yeah, it's just an iPad Sir—and it's nothing important.”“But I want to see what’s on it, that’s all,” Mr. Lawrence insisted, his gaze piercing.Rose not wanting to stand in his way further or get him angry slowly stepped out of the way but still with a pleading tone. “It's confidential and not for everyone to see.”“What do you mean by it being confidential? You are my wife and there is nothing that you should keep from me,” Mr. Lawrence sa
***Mr. Billing was devastated by the latest situation concerning his company. The sales were becoming lower each day and things were not turning out positive anymore.Employees had to receive a huge pay cut because of the poor finances. Since Alan started producing the same products as that of Billing Company, the latter no longer had much sales. Many reviews were a testament to how Alan produced better beverage products compared to Billings. The embarrassing situation involving Lesley was also a contributing factor to the company’s financial breakdown.Mr. Billing decided to take matters on his own by visiting a crime kingpin, Jamal Griffith. He wanted to hurt Alan deeply and show him some levels so he decided to visit Mr. Griffith. Even though Mr. Billing’s company was broke, he decided to take a lot of money to see Mr. Griffith knowing that he would only accept his job if he could pay well.It was a risk visiting someone like Griffith because he was a hardened crime lord. He li
He finally evaded several of them before he met the boss - Griffith, the crime kingpin.Griffith’s body was a deadly canvas of terror. His body was a tapestry of scars and scary-looking tattoos and his teeth were like deadly rows of silent daggers. His presence was a cruel shadow of menace and his aura exuded fear.But what was more scary was that he had a snake around his neck which was curling and crawling slowly in a relaxed manner but with a deadly gust of venom. Mr. Billing had never seen anyone create so much fear in him before. His breath was held in a deadly terror as his heart pounded in a way that almost ripped out of his chest.Griffith curled his mouth dramatically and made a whistling sound, flaring his hands as if to tell him to back off.The young man who escorted him knew exactly what Griffith was signaling about. “Hey, pull off your shoes.”Mr. Billing turned his gaze toward the young man. Did he just tell him to pull off his shoes? What was the logic behind that? He
Griffith handed the substance in his small knife over to one of his men to pressure Mr. Billing into taking a sniff. “Come on, go give him this one.”The big guy’s face was very stern and cold as he angled the knife towards Mr. Billing’s face.“Come on, just a sniff mister,” Griffith encouraged in a fake tone of mockery.“No, please. I don't want it—I don't want any of it. I didn't come here for this, I don't want to have this,” Mr. Billing uttered in a cry for help as the big guy nudged his head upwards with his hands and shoved the knife towards his nose.Griffith then raised two fingers into the air to signify the big guy to let him be.Mr. Billing then heaved a sigh of relief, his breath steadying in an ease of tension.Griffith then followed it up by giving another signal with his mouth making a whistle for everyone around him to excuse him so that he could have a private time with Mr. Billing.All of the men who surrounded Griffith went their way as they made fun elsewhere.Mr.
“I was just messing with you. Of course, if we can cart off some money in the operation, you will have 10 percent of the cut.”Mr. Billing slumped his shoulder in embarrassment, his breath coming in a rapid gasp of humiliation. What the hell would he do with 10 percent? Anyway, he didn't even have a say in the matter so he had to accept.“Alright, there is no issue.”Griffith’s eyes widened in a deadly feeling of curiosity. “Come to think of it, the video recording that was trending just a few days ago was that of Lesley right? I mean Lesley from your company? He is your son right?”Mr. Billing slumped his head in shame. He didn’t like to discuss what happened with Lesley and hoped that he could put it behind him. “Yes, it was Lesley. He was forced to do it although I am still pissed with him.”“Oh, of course, you don’t have to tell me that he was forced. I am not a fool - of course, I know he was forced by Alan because why else would he do such a thing? Now, I see why you would want
****Alan was seated in his office chair, his finger flying across the keyboard with a flurry of efficiency. He paused for a while to recall everything that his father, Mr. Greyson said. He wondered why he would have a mother he never knew or met. Not like he didn’t meet her though - he was just too young to remember anything about her. The picture that Mr. Greyson showed him kept playing in his mind from time to time.But why would his mother be a terrorist? His father was also dealing with cancer. He slumped his shoulder in dismay. It was really not a good day for him so far.His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was his assistant - Ms. Harper.“Sir, you have Mr. Reynold waiting to have a meeting with you Sir.”“Mr. Reynold? I thought he was supposed to still be on duty.”“Yes, he is but he has been insisting for the past hour that he needs to talk with you.”Alan flared his nostrils inconveniently. He wasn’t in the mood to see anyone at that moment. He had a lo
“I am not Sir. I just want my money back. I feel cheated because I have been the best employee at Retro over the last few years. It was only just a few months ago that I was finally recognized.”“Why must it be that my recognition would be marred by controversy especially when I haven’t been involved in anything problematic.”“I doubt that you are sure of what you are saying Mr. Reynold,” Alan uttered. “I do not deny that you have been a very diligent employee over the last few years but there have also been scandals that you have been involved in which you haven’t defended yourself.”“We take values and morals very seriously at Retro and there is evidence that proof that you are not only responsible for the poor medical condition of that young girl but also that you have hired thugs to silence her parents.”“I want you to know that if anything at all happens to the Andrich family, I will make sure I rip you off the air that you breathe.”Reynold’s eyes widened with a deadly stretch o