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Greg's Dreaded Return Arriving At Don Black's House
Greg closed from work. The entire time, he checked his phone to see if Lucy had called while he was working, but to his dismay, there was no missed call from her. It was unlike Lucy. Greg knew that she would jump on her phone and answer it if she saw him calling because he never called her on a normal day, and he also never liked for her to call him either, as he was most certain that she was calling to offer him an unsolicited job. He was terribly worried. For Lucy to be missing in action like this, meant that she had seen the video. There was no other way Greg could explain her silence. As soon as Greg got to Pedro's house, where he had now moved to in a bid to stay away from the gangstas that kept on visiting his house in batches, he remembered that he had an appointment for 5 PM. "Fuck!" Greg yelped and started to leave the house again. Pedro was not at home, so there was nobody to question Greg concerning his abrupt decision to leave the house at that time. It was 4:50 P
Greg's Dreaded Return Stay Away From Him
"Mom, the video is doctored. Nothing like that ever happened at the club that night, how can I stoop so low?" Lucy whined. She still stood at the door, too embarrassed to enter the living room. "Lu, how can you say that? Can you please stop saying that? You don't know what the video is about? How is it possible to doctor a video? I mean, I am aware that it can be done to a picture, but a video? Come on," Mr. Ban said. "Is this the same young man, Lu?" Margaret Ban faced the screen of the phone to Lucy and asked her. Lucy could not say anything. "Why are you asking her that? Of course, he's the same man from the club. Can't you see the lights and hear the music in the background? That is at my club. Margaret. It's the same man," Mr. Ban said. Lucy stared at her mother intensely, hoping that she wouldn't spill the fact that she was about to get a job for Greg said in the family company. "Mom..." Lucy was about to say this when her mother interrupted her. "Well, I cannot give thi
Greg's Dreaded Return This One?
On Lucy's way out of her mother's house, she deleted Greg's number. Anytime she thought of the video, her heart ached intensely. All she wanted to do was to help Greg, she didn't know why she took the matter up with him so intensely, but she had learned a bitter lesson. ''How long have you been out?'' Don Black asked Greg after they disentangled from the hug. Greg heaved.''Been up to a month, I think,'' he replied with a knowing smile.''The weirdest Greg in the cell!'' Don Black hailed Greg one more time and shook his hand aggressively.Greg laughed.''I still wonder how you come up with a lot of things you say. You just create anything you like in real-time,'' he said to Don Black.Don Black laughed knowingly.''Tell me...'' he started to say to Greg as he led him to take a seat in the lavish sitting room. ''How was it for you after I left? Those worthless troublemakers at the east wing did they continue to try to bully you?'' Don Black asked.''Can you stop an addiction?'' Greg
Greg's Dreaded Return It's My Money
Mr. Ban grinned mischievously in his office. He had asked his guards to bring him the surveillance footage of the night that Lucy was at the club with Greg. Then, he single handedly altered the video into it seeming like Lucy andGreg were being intimate, and then he paid the best promoters to spread it on the internet."At least you were not photoshopped into being naked," he said, and caressed Lucy's face while he watched the video. "Boss!" Mr. Ban's bodyguard hurried inside his office, looking panicked. Mr. Ban raised his head to look at the bodyguard. "Your niece, Lucy, she's at the hospital. She's had an accident. She missed a red light and got hit by an oncoming vehicle at top speed," the body guard said. Mr. Ban got up abruptly and stared at the man in front of him. "What are you talking about?" He asked abruptly and started to hurry towards his car. "It's Lucy, boss. I received a call from your sister. She said she had been trying to reach you but she couldn't," Mr. Ban'
Greg's Dreaded Return You Want Me To Face Harm?
"How about I fix you up to work with me, or for me? You decide, but anyway you choose, you will be earning some cool cash," Don Black said to Greg. Greg rolled his eyes. Yet another job offer. Did he want to work with or for Don Black?Greg looked at Don Black. "As in, I should be a gangsta boss or a gangsta bodyguard?" He asked sheepishly. "Oh spare me the judgment, Greg. Am I a gangsta? Are you trying to call me a gangsta?" Don Black asked. Greg chuckled and glared at Don Black with surprise. "Are you saying you are not one?" He asked. "Tell me, who is a gangsta? Who do you define as a gangsta?" Don Black put down his glass of rum by a side stool and asked. Greg assessed Don Black closely."Someone like you. Dresses like you. Has fierce, troublemaking bodyguards around like you. I don't know the nature of your business, but I bet you sell drugs, right? Like a gangsta," Greg said. Don Black laughed a high-pitched squeal for a while and smacked his palm on his lap. "I wish I
Greg's Dreaded Return Don't Stress Your Brain.
Hours had passed, and Lucy had still not woken up after her surgery. "Doctor, please check her again. She has been asleep for more than eight hours. What is really going on, is she okay?" Margaret Ban asked with fright. The doctor smiled gently. "The anesthesia I gave to her before commencing the surgery is one of the strongest around. Don't worry she would be awake soon. In another hour plus, she should wake up," the doctor said.While he was saying this, one of the nurses poked her head out of the ward that Lucy was kept in."The patient has woken up, doctor," the nurse announced.Margaret Ban's eyes gleamed excitedly. Finally, she had heard good news. The doctor started to pace to Lucy's ward, and Margaret Ban followed hurriedly behind him. "Ma'am, wait for a bit, let me check her first and see if she can receive visitors," the doctor turned around to tell Margaret Ban when he saw that she was following him. "Oh, not again, doctor. I want to see my daughter, please. I can't w
Greg's Dreaded Return My Usual Meal Please
"Drive!" Mr. Ban suddenly ordered his driver. The driver rolled the car out of the parking lot of the hospital, confused as to where they were headed, and found it difficult to ask Mr. Ban because he saw how furious Mr. Ban was.The driver drove the car to the freeway and faced a random direction of Mr. Ban's company since he didn't know where they were headed. Before Mr. Ban knew it, they were in front of his company. He raised his head up when the car came to a halt and looked at the environment where they were in. "Who asked you to bring me to the company? Can you not see the time, and can't you tell that I'm starving? Take me to the restaurant at King's square," Mr. Ban roared. "I'm sorry sir," the driver muttered and pulled out of the driveway of Mr. Ban's company. The restaurant where Mr. Ban loved to eat was looking a bit busier than ever on this particular day.He looked out of the car window and frowned."Go in and find out what's happening. See if there is anything unu
Greg's Dreaded Return She Doesn't Hate You
"What is this?" Mr. Ban yelled and nearly tossed the heavy plate of food out of the waiter's hand. She yelped and hurriedly put it back on the tray. Something told her that this dish was not Mr. Ban's favorite. The way that colleague of hers chuckled when she was passing by with the trolley, she suspected that something was fishy. "Are you new here? What horrible lobster are you serving me, this lady?" Mr. Ban cried. He was angry, and hungry too. "I'm so sorry sir. Yes, I'm new here. When I asked what your usual meal was, my colleague told me it was exactly this one," she replied with a faint tone. Mr. Ban heaved his chest a couple of times, trying to get rid of the anger that was brewing menacingly inside him. She was just a waiter who had made a mistake, and nothing more. She could easily change the food. "Change it!" Mr. Ban snapped."Return everything as it is apart from those cruel lobsters. I hate them," he added. "Okay, sir. I apologize," the waitress said as she wheele
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