Meanwhile, at the company, Mia was simmering as she flipped through the pages of one of the stockpile of documents waiting to be reviewed before the next one. That was why she was scared, instead of being happy. When she has been promoted by her boss to be his secretary. She had experienced a mild sense of grief with it because, it felt like she had been trapped before she could tell her boss how she felt. He was a workaholic who didn't give a hoot about his employees, well, unless they broke down due to stress.“God, for how long will I keep doing this?” She cried out in frustration.That was why she flared up as she gazed vacantly across the room, the file she was carrying suspended on the air. She knew that she was slowly approaching breaking point.An approaching footsteps drew her back to reality. She hastened what she was doing, knowing that she would be in for serious trouble if he caught her not doing anything. At some point she was able to drift along and rest, but that was
She overlooked, as she had always hung on to his every word, since he did not want their relationship to end. She had done everything to make him stay, and for him to know that she truly loved him. Not only that, but she took care of everything he wanted without asking for anything in return. All she wanted was him and him alone. At least she also had the opportunity to repay him for everything he had done for her before his financial ability took a U-turn. But she feared that he wasn't concerned about his situation anymore. And instead, he was becoming more relaxed about it and saw her as the fountain of money that never lacked. Worse still, something deep down told her that he wasn't loyal. She has to trust her man, right?“I love you.” Those words he says so easily, but, are they really true.But she was also afraid to say that to him because he flared up the last time she tried to discuss that with him. He had threatened to leave her if she ever brought up the discussion again.
Ms. Ella wanted to ask him what he wanted to do with a sub-company when she remembered that she was only supposed to follow instructions and not ask stupid questions.Martinez didn't know what was coming at him and he definitely wasn't prepared for it.Christopher ran some investigations on Martinez 's company, making some enquiries to find out their weaknesses, any setbacks they were experiencing and recognise any loopholes that had .Back at school, an all white Range Rover pulled into the parking space.Martinez alighted from his car and shut the door hard stepping out with a tight frown that spread across his entire face.With his car keys in his left hand, he squeezed his right palm into a tight fist and launched a punch into the air"Dammit" clenching his teeth, he muttered under his breath.Martinez had a habit of expressing rage whenever little things didn't seem to be going his way.He took his bag from the car and hung it on his right shoulder, putting his car keys in his po
The rest of the board members finally started to come downstairs after a long chatter.To avoid any form of contact with anyone else, Martinez walked straight out of the building into his car and drove off straight to his Father’s place.He angrily muttered words to himself as he approached the mighty gate that fenced the white coloured mansion.He honked twice before a gatekeeper opened the gate for him as he drove through.He stormed into the house ignoring the greetings of the domestic workers.“Dad! Dad! Dad!” Martinez called out as he searched from room to room before one of the domestic workers walked in and told him that his father was in the garden.“Why didn't you say so before? '' Martinez turned to her as he spoke harshly with a raised voice.She rolled her eyes when she turned back to walk away.The domestic workers in his fathers house were already used to his attitude by now. Martinez was rude and very demanding. He had no iota of respect for anybody that seemed lower th
Immediately after Martinez left Chez Corporations that afternoon, Christopher was informed about his visit.Christopher was in the lecture hall that Monday afternoon when his phone suddenly started to vibrate in his pocket.He immediately declined the call by pressing a button mounted at the top right of his phone.The phone began to vibrate again and he repeated the previous action again, automatically declining the call.Christopher didn’t want to distract or disrupt the class in any way, he went on with his lectures when suddenly his phone started to vibrate again.This time, Christopher brought it out of his pocket to know who it was and to his surprise, it was the man he had hired to portray himself as the manager of his fake sub-company.Knowing that the call was important and he had to pick it, Christopher decided to walk up to the lecturer so that he could take permission to excuse himself from the class.He could have easily excused himself from where he was seated in the mid
The Varsity’s final exams were fast approaching as a tense atmosphere seemed to be casted over the school.Students found themselves consumed in their studies every now and then as the school’s library was always occupied.Late night study sessions became the norm in the school during that period as the dorms light didn’t seem to be put out yet even at 3am.All the students were bent on passing their exams once and for all because they couldn’t wait to finally graduate and get over with Varsity.Nobody was prepared for a carry over that semester, even the most unserious student who barely attended lectures.Christopher on the other hand didn’t seem too bothered about the forthcoming exams.He had always been an A student, reading was never a problem for him as he usually studied ahead of the class and read extensively before the commencement of every lecture.All he had to do was revise and review all what they had been taught during that session.The evenings were the only time he ha
After a year of slavery in the Salt tunnel of New York, Mia was accustomed to being escorted everywhere in shackles and at sword-point. Most of the thousands of slaves in New York received similar treatment—though an extra half-dozen guards always walked Mia to and from the tunnel. That was expected by Skull gang’s most notorious assassin. What she did not usually expect, however, was a hooded man in black at her side—as there was now.He gripped her arm as he led her through the shining building in which most of New York’s officials and overseers were housed. They strode down corridors, up flights of stairs, and around and around until she hadn’t the slightest chance of finding her way out again.At least, that was her escort’s intention, because she hadn’t failed to notice when they went up and down the same staircase within a matter of minutes. Nor had she missed when they zigzagged between levels, even though the building was a standard grid of hallways and stairwells. As if she’d
But she had other things to think about as they continued their walk. Was she finally to be hanged? Sickness coiled in her stomach. She was important enough to warrant an execution from the Captain of the Guard himself. But why bring her inside this building first?At last, they stopped before a set of red-and-gold glass doors so thick that she couldn’t see through them. Captain Cole jerked his chin at the two guards standing on either side of the doors, and they stomped their spears in greeting.The captain’s grip tightened until it hurt. He yanked Mia closer, but her feet seemed made of lead and she pulled against him. “You’d rather stay in the tunnel?” he asked, sounding faintly amused.“Perhaps if I were told what this was all about, I wouldn’t feel so inclined to resist.”“You’ll find out soon enough.” Her palms became sweaty. Yes, she was going to die. It had come at last.The doors groaned open to reveal a throne room. A glass chandelier shaped like a grapevine occupied most of