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From the Streets to the Suites Chapter Fourteen
Guided by the clues gathered during his hospital stay, Alex went on the search for Mrs. Thompson. At the doctor's request, he had been relieved of his corporate duties temporarily. Mr. Charles took over the leadership affairs of the company, so he had enough free time to rest up and carry on with his search. The city's alleys and neighborhoods became the backdrop for his quest, each step motivated by the longing to repay the debt owed to a woman whose impact had played a large factor in shaping his character and life.Days turned into weeks as Alex navigated the city's landscape. Along the way, he encountered echoes of his past — the orphanage's remnants, places where Mrs. Thompson might have been.The orphanage, as he had come to discover when he finally summed up the courage to visit it, was delisted from government welfare schemes because it was deemed not conducive for the care of little children. The workers there were laid off as a result of this decommissioning.The quest becam
From the Streets to the Suites Chapter Fifteen
At the end of the 2-week rest period scheduled by his doctor for him to rest up and recover, Alex was feeling alot better, he had been able to find Mrs Thompson, from the old orphanage, where he was raised, and their reunion was quite nostalgic, evoking memories from his old life, a life he all but forgets.He had spoken to his mother, and Mr Charles, and he had told them about Mr Thompson and her instrumental role in his early life. She was shocked to hear about his past experience, and also moved nearly to tears, Alex couldn't help bit wonder, how exactly his life would have played out differently, if, and if only he wasn't taken from his biological mother. He wouldn't have met Olivia, and at the same time, he probably wouldn't have experienced all of these harsh treatments. Well, it all worked out for the best, He thought to himself." Alex," Miss Ava started. " Yes mother," Alex replied, staring at her. He still was coming to terms with calling her that, he had spent his wh
From the Streets to the Suites Chapter Sixteen
"Get me Mr. Reynolds immediately," Alex said to his secretary."Yes, sir," she said, before leaving to call Mr. Reynolds.While he was waiting for her to fetch Reynolds, Alex couldn't help but hum a tune, tapping his pen in time with the rhythm of the song he was humming. He hoped he didn't have to wait too long before they got back, and he was relieved when he heard a knock on his office door, signaling their arrival."Come on in," Alex responded to the knock on the door. They both stepped in, and Alex gestured to an empty chair in front of his desk. And Mr. Reynolds took his seat there.Alex couldn't help but wonder at how the roles had been reversed in just a matter of weeks, the employer now being the employee, and vice versa."Wages need to reflect the hard work put forth. I've been in your shoes," Alex empathetically shared with a group of workers.One employee, Mary, nodded in agreement. "It's about time someone understands, Mr. Alex."Alex spent the day addressing the issue, d
From the Streets to the Suites Chapter Seventeen
Staring into the mirror, he couldn't help but marvel at the image of the man who was staring right back at him, looking all refined and regal— if that was the correct word to use. It had been over a week since he collapsed in the lobby of the company, his company. It was easy to forget that he was the CEO of the same company, where he was little more than a messenger boy just a couple of months back. He sighed.Now, within the confines of his lavishly appointed bathroom, the opulence extended beyond his reflection. Soft, ambient lighting accentuated the pristine marble surfaces and intricate gold accents. The mirror, framed in ornate gold leaf, reflected the refined details of his appearance, capturing the essence of a man who had ascended from the depths of a lobby collapse to the heights of executive splendor.The room's ambiance, filled with the scents of rare orchids and rich mahogany, added a touch of sophistication to the air. The wardrobe behind him boasted a collection of plus
From the Streets to the Suites Chapter Eighteen
He sighed, and walked right up to the front door, took ahold of the oh so familiar brass knocker, and rapped on the door; once, twice, thrice. He heard someone mumble a reply from within the house, he stepped backward, as he heard the answerer walking towards the door—and him. The door swung open, and a woman— Olivia stepped out. " Yes, she replied, before looking up, and gasping out in shock. " Alex—" she started, before stopping abruptly, the words obviously stuck somewhere in her throat.Alex smiled, " Hello, Olivia," He said to her in response," how do you do?" He asks rather casually."I don't understand, she says," still not being able to process whatever, or whomever it was she was seeing. She takes a deep breath, in an attempt to compose herself properly, and recover from the initial shock. She asks, " why are you here, Alex?" She literally spits his name out, like as if she found every syllable of his name utterly revolting. She crosses her arms, trying to assume a domine
From the Streets to the Suites Chapter Nineteen
Owen had come home. Of all the times for that to happen.In all of his planning, he didn't stop to think, what if Owen had moved in with her— I mean, he only got thrown out a couple of weeks ago, He had come to the house sooner than anticipated. The realization struck Alex like a sudden jolt, freezing him in the midst of his computer setup. He glanced at Olivia, who seemed equally surprised, her eyes widening as Owen's footsteps echoed through the house, she mouthed; " he wasn't supposed to be home till Friday," Not that any of that even mattered at the moment. The air in the attic became charged with an unexpected tension. Alex's mind raced, considering the possible scenarios that could unfold with Owen's unexpected return. He hastily connected the thumb drive, his actions more mechanical than intentional. He wasn't really scared or intimidated by Owen, he just wanted to get this over with, and as soon a possible, to avoid any form of confrontation, or at least, k
From the Streets to the Suites Chapter Twenty
The drive back home was quite uncomfortable for Alex, not in in the normal sense, for the seats of the luxury car he was in, were made for Ultimum comfort. He was uncomfortable, majorly because of the verbal exchange he had with Owen— no, that wasn't it, he had gone to the house, to his house... Well, his former house, and former home. Gettimg his files was his top priority, but seeing Olivia again, wasn't something he was adequately prepared for, not after that night, not after seeing the look on her after she had attacked him. He was his wife, he had loved her so much, yet she had done that as effortlessly as breathing in air. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he had to admit, he was really hurt, the pain wasn't even tied to his physical injuries, more of injuries to his heart, the one person whom he had loved, and trusted so much, has betrayed him so easily. That, had to take alot of getting used to, for him. He wonder how it was for her seeing hi
From the Streets to the Suites Chapter Twenty One
Alex woke up to sunlight on his face, as if the sun was saying, " come on then, wake up, it's morning already," he had been really exhausted after all the work he had put in the previous night, he couldn't even remember when he had dragged his tired self down to the bed before sleeping/passing out. He shrugged himself out of his bed, stretching himself out in the process, his bones popped so loudly, it seemed like he had worked his body so hard. He needed to relieve himself and his muscles. He didn't have to go to work today, so he had enough time to take things slowly.He put on his bathrobe, before walking into the master bathroom attached to his also moderately sized room. Contrary to his mother; Miss Ava's wishes, he had chosen the most modest looking room he could find in the huge mansion. That, was no easy task, he could admit. He walked over to the mirror, peering into the reflective surface of the ornate framed mirror to have a look at his reflection, he scrutinized h
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