The lady at the door greeted Aurelia with a profound smile, a contrast to what Aurelia had expected of her that morning. "What's it?" Aurelia's voice dripped with disdain, "What is the meaning of this interruption?""I-I beg your pardon, my lady," the lady stammered, offering the parcel with trembling hands, "A man at the gate insisted I deliver this to you." Her tone was calm but her voice was shaky. Aurelia's eyes narrowed as she inspected the package before her. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she spat, "Take it away. I want nothing from the likes of you. Your filthy hands have tainted it."But then, the lady maintained her posture. " I apologize for that, Ma" Her heart sank as she retreated from the room, her cheeks burning with humiliation. As she reached her modest quarters tucked away in a corner of the vast compound, she sank onto her bed, tears stinging her eyes.Ellen's quarters were a three-bedroom apartment, nicely arranged on the third floor of the worker's quarters
"They might be arriving anytime soon!" he yells again as his secretary apologizes, not knowing his fault in the matter at hand."Fix up the files, ensure all documents are neatly covered, leave no loophole," Lucas's words settle on deaf ears as his secretary abandons the file on the desk.It was evening, and the sun's rays had shifted north, setting clouds over the sky. The night drew near like the day was speeding to its close.Ellen had finished her work for the day and set out for her mission. Her heart raced as she drove through the bustling streets of Chicago in search of the Gardener Inn. Her eyes turned right and left, glancing through the corners of the street.She couldn't imagine the weight of rejection and humiliation she'd received from Aurelia.The package sat in the passenger seat as she turned to it at intervals.In some minutes, she arrived at the inn. Her eyes scanned the grand facade and finishes that spoke of luxury and opulence. She slipped her fingers into the pack
In some minutes Ellen arrives at the mansion, her expression looked sullen and different, maybe because of the experience she had encountered with the so-named Prince, the charming Prince in Aurelia's life. Robson stepped out just at that moment with a glance on his face, he took off the dark pair of glasses he wore and slipped them into the pockets of his shorts as he approached her. "Hey Ellen" he laughed a bit as he walked closer. "You're back already?" He piped, hugging her warmly, a brief clapse of their bodies. Ellen barely allowed her sides meet his before she backed away. She was looking a bit different from the normal as she tipped without shoes.Robson turned to notice it, his eyes fixed in confusion, staring at her as he walked, the dress she wore seemed to be molded to complement her curves. He shook off the feeling that rang in his mind but then turned to follow her. "Excuse me, Ellen, how did it go?" He asked. "Not as planned, Rob" Ellen replied. "I thought it be
It was getting late and Robson was still on the road, evening descended upon Sen. Valerie's Crescent, a sense of intrigue hung in the air like a thick fog. Romsey, with his trusted ally Robson by his side, approached the imposing steel gate, its sleek surface glinting in the dim light."The gate code, Boss," Robson's voice broke through the silence. "Flash the headlight five times," Romsey replied, his voice steady and calm. The compound seemed to come alive as everything was made of artificial intelligence robots, the guards were few compared to those at the Spear's mansion.Rob parking in the designated area, Romsey's eyes scanned the scene before him. The Visitor's car park resembled a showroom, with rows of luxurious vehicles standing like silent sentinels. The compound seemed to have the same German-made car, no doubt it was said that the Stout family was known for their BMW heritage. Different models and series of the same car filled the car parks, each looking more sophistic
In a minute, Romsey receives a call, his ringtone blaring in the room. He turns with a sharp glance at the caller, but it seems like a strange number. Reluctantly, he picks up the call, but a male voice is heard over the noisy backdrop."You'll have to hurry down here, immediately. You're the last person this party conversed with!" The voice blares over the phone, and in seconds, it goes off.With trembling hands, he fumbles for his keys, his fingers slipping against the cold metal in his haste. The urgency in the air is palpable now, a sense of impending doom hanging heavy over him like a dark cloud. He can't shake the feeling that something terrible has happened."I'll have to excuse you for now," he says to Natt, who's staring at him. He mumbles a reply."Who was that? Some mummy's call to have you home, hmm?" Natt's brows raise.But then Romsey hurries towards the door, trouble setting in as he tries to track the caller's location, his fingers tapping on the phone hastily.Natt, b
Romsey was shocked. This wasn't what he expected, as she started to protest, her eyes widening "and where the hell is my daughter?" She screamed. All pleas from onlookers fell at deaf ears.Two minutes later Romsey found another way, looked down, what was her demand afterall? That he'll buy and replace the smashed car as well pay for her hospital bills" he was beyond that, but he needed to prove himself to her first."I apologise for all inconveniences, Ma" Romsey pleaded, his voice low, as the shop owner screamed from the other side."You'll have to fix up everything she has ruined here" Robson, bewildered by the shock of the moment, only stood in awe, his jaw dropped as words and whispers mixed in the air, all piercing through his ears. Romsey clears his throat "he was better off than this, only if his father had known but all the same, he wasn't going to call him into it""I'll bet you, ma, that this ain't a thing to yell and cause a scene" he turned to the woman who was still rai
The pristine store, a fast growing warehouse, had all the dynasty items which were brought by top ranking researchers. Items in his warehouse were highly prized for their exquisite craftsmanship and historical significance, just like the Qianlong dynasty vase, other costly dynastic items costing millions of dollars each lined the writeups. "This can't be!! She flared up, throwing the paper back at Mr. Jumbo. " Do you think you can fool me or something? How on earth would only a vase worth a whopping $9 million?" She wailed, her lips curved as she screamed. "I wouldn't be in the rightful place to argue with you, ma," Mr. Jumbo exclaimed in anger. The policemen picking up the cost booklet widened his eyes, she couldn't believe that 50 items destroyed from a warehouse would amount to all of that, he walked up to mr. Jumbo with a calm gaze. "We will have to make investigations into this" He pleaded with a friendly tone trying to ease the pain in his eyes but then Mrs. Felic
It was 6 in the evening and Romsey was on his usual relaxation chair, but today was different from the rest of the days, he wasn't resting at the cafe, a means of escaping all his worries at home. He had no bottles of understanding near him, according to him those bottles helped in calming him from his continuous turmoil. It was entirely a different thing altogether, he had just returned from walking into several companies job-hunting, but the character of the directors towards him has been that of clear hostility. He leans on the chair, his arms spreading across its tip. Recollecting all he had faced that day, one of great importance was when he stepped into Tony's office. "Hey, Tony". He had greeted him, recognizing him as one of his childhood friends. Tony had grown alongside Romsey and three other boys who lived in the suburbs of Canada. " Who are you?" Tony asked curiously, pretending not to know Romsey from Adams. "How dare you march in here and refer to me just as T
The pristine store, a fast growing warehouse, had all the dynasty items which were brought by top ranking researchers. Items in his warehouse were highly prized for their exquisite craftsmanship and historical significance, just like the Qianlong dynasty vase, other costly dynastic items costing millions of dollars each lined the writeups. "This can't be!! She flared up, throwing the paper back at Mr. Jumbo. " Do you think you can fool me or something? How on earth would only a vase worth a whopping $9 million?" She wailed, her lips curved as she screamed. "I wouldn't be in the rightful place to argue with you, ma," Mr. Jumbo exclaimed in anger. The policemen picking up the cost booklet widened his eyes, she couldn't believe that 50 items destroyed from a warehouse would amount to all of that, he walked up to mr. Jumbo with a calm gaze. "We will have to make investigations into this" He pleaded with a friendly tone trying to ease the pain in his eyes but then Mrs. Felic
Romsey was shocked. This wasn't what he expected, as she started to protest, her eyes widening "and where the hell is my daughter?" She screamed. All pleas from onlookers fell at deaf ears.Two minutes later Romsey found another way, looked down, what was her demand afterall? That he'll buy and replace the smashed car as well pay for her hospital bills" he was beyond that, but he needed to prove himself to her first."I apologise for all inconveniences, Ma" Romsey pleaded, his voice low, as the shop owner screamed from the other side."You'll have to fix up everything she has ruined here" Robson, bewildered by the shock of the moment, only stood in awe, his jaw dropped as words and whispers mixed in the air, all piercing through his ears. Romsey clears his throat "he was better off than this, only if his father had known but all the same, he wasn't going to call him into it""I'll bet you, ma, that this ain't a thing to yell and cause a scene" he turned to the woman who was still rai
In a minute, Romsey receives a call, his ringtone blaring in the room. He turns with a sharp glance at the caller, but it seems like a strange number. Reluctantly, he picks up the call, but a male voice is heard over the noisy backdrop."You'll have to hurry down here, immediately. You're the last person this party conversed with!" The voice blares over the phone, and in seconds, it goes off.With trembling hands, he fumbles for his keys, his fingers slipping against the cold metal in his haste. The urgency in the air is palpable now, a sense of impending doom hanging heavy over him like a dark cloud. He can't shake the feeling that something terrible has happened."I'll have to excuse you for now," he says to Natt, who's staring at him. He mumbles a reply."Who was that? Some mummy's call to have you home, hmm?" Natt's brows raise.But then Romsey hurries towards the door, trouble setting in as he tries to track the caller's location, his fingers tapping on the phone hastily.Natt, b
It was getting late and Robson was still on the road, evening descended upon Sen. Valerie's Crescent, a sense of intrigue hung in the air like a thick fog. Romsey, with his trusted ally Robson by his side, approached the imposing steel gate, its sleek surface glinting in the dim light."The gate code, Boss," Robson's voice broke through the silence. "Flash the headlight five times," Romsey replied, his voice steady and calm. The compound seemed to come alive as everything was made of artificial intelligence robots, the guards were few compared to those at the Spear's mansion.Rob parking in the designated area, Romsey's eyes scanned the scene before him. The Visitor's car park resembled a showroom, with rows of luxurious vehicles standing like silent sentinels. The compound seemed to have the same German-made car, no doubt it was said that the Stout family was known for their BMW heritage. Different models and series of the same car filled the car parks, each looking more sophistic
In some minutes Ellen arrives at the mansion, her expression looked sullen and different, maybe because of the experience she had encountered with the so-named Prince, the charming Prince in Aurelia's life. Robson stepped out just at that moment with a glance on his face, he took off the dark pair of glasses he wore and slipped them into the pockets of his shorts as he approached her. "Hey Ellen" he laughed a bit as he walked closer. "You're back already?" He piped, hugging her warmly, a brief clapse of their bodies. Ellen barely allowed her sides meet his before she backed away. She was looking a bit different from the normal as she tipped without shoes.Robson turned to notice it, his eyes fixed in confusion, staring at her as he walked, the dress she wore seemed to be molded to complement her curves. He shook off the feeling that rang in his mind but then turned to follow her. "Excuse me, Ellen, how did it go?" He asked. "Not as planned, Rob" Ellen replied. "I thought it be
"They might be arriving anytime soon!" he yells again as his secretary apologizes, not knowing his fault in the matter at hand."Fix up the files, ensure all documents are neatly covered, leave no loophole," Lucas's words settle on deaf ears as his secretary abandons the file on the desk.It was evening, and the sun's rays had shifted north, setting clouds over the sky. The night drew near like the day was speeding to its close.Ellen had finished her work for the day and set out for her mission. Her heart raced as she drove through the bustling streets of Chicago in search of the Gardener Inn. Her eyes turned right and left, glancing through the corners of the street.She couldn't imagine the weight of rejection and humiliation she'd received from Aurelia.The package sat in the passenger seat as she turned to it at intervals.In some minutes, she arrived at the inn. Her eyes scanned the grand facade and finishes that spoke of luxury and opulence. She slipped her fingers into the pack
The lady at the door greeted Aurelia with a profound smile, a contrast to what Aurelia had expected of her that morning. "What's it?" Aurelia's voice dripped with disdain, "What is the meaning of this interruption?""I-I beg your pardon, my lady," the lady stammered, offering the parcel with trembling hands, "A man at the gate insisted I deliver this to you." Her tone was calm but her voice was shaky. Aurelia's eyes narrowed as she inspected the package before her. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she spat, "Take it away. I want nothing from the likes of you. Your filthy hands have tainted it."But then, the lady maintained her posture. " I apologize for that, Ma" Her heart sank as she retreated from the room, her cheeks burning with humiliation. As she reached her modest quarters tucked away in a corner of the vast compound, she sank onto her bed, tears stinging her eyes.Ellen's quarters were a three-bedroom apartment, nicely arranged on the third floor of the worker's quarters
The next day came with its surprise. The morning sun filtered through the royal curtains, casting warmth over the Spear's mansions. Aurelia's opulent bedroom was not spared as light rays peeped through windows. She stretched from her giant bed, almost the size of a swimming pool, then turned and yawned, her hands pressing on the calling bell, summoning her maids who rushed into her room, filling the room with activity."Hello Ma," a beautiful lady smiled at her. "Would you mind if we take off your clothes and give you a warm bath?"She took some minutes and then, replied, "Cold bath, please." The maid nodded as they gathered around her, changing her from her nighties.Downstairs, the dining table was set and adorned with an extravagant spread fit for the upper class. Delicate dishes were tasted by the family's nutritionist to ensure they had all the desired nutrients as they filled the golden table.The aroma of a variety of delectable dishes filled the air, from fluffy pancakes toppe
Romsey dashed back into the room, his forehead creased with worry, a stark contrast to his earlier jovial demeanor. As he entered the hallway leading to Mr. Spears' bedroom, he doubled over, panting with urgency. Knocking on the door, he pushed it open, finding his father engrossed in a newspaper."Dad, how could you?" Romsey's voice held a polite but firm edge. "How could you summon her to my room without a second thought?"Mr. Spears let the newspaper slip from his fingers onto the table, his expression shifting to one of concern. "Sit, son," he gestured, trying to soothe Romsey's agitation.With a heavy sigh, Romsey sank into a plush brown leather sofa, his gaze locked on his father, who struggled to find the right words to ease the tension of the moment."My son, I thought I was giving you the best gift possible. Her father, Senator Stout Mill, is a man of impeccable reputation," Mr. Spears explained, his attempt at reassurance falling flat.Romsey's features tightened, his eyes n