Oscar looks more perplexed than ever. He gave a nod. Quan sat back on his chair and beat his finger on his lips. "Something's boggling your mind ?"Oscar asked. Quan looked up at him. "Nothing."he heaved out a sigh. "Your punishment start on monday."he pointed at Oscar. Oscar pointed at himself. "Punishment?,monday?. I thought you've let that off,boss." Laquan scoffed. "Place an order for a box of fried chicken for lunch." "From KFC? Or Goobne?" "Just get me chicken. I don't care wherever you get it from."Quan puffed out. "Oh,I thought you might want to get it from your restaurant."Oscar chimed. "Are you taunting me right now?" "No,boss." "We will call Eliot and Ban Ki Moon later. I need food."Quan dropped his head on the table and closed his eyes. "Are you feeling hot?"Oscar extend his head, peeking at him. "Why do you care?..go and get me my food." "You like ketchup, right?." "Hm." "Which drink do you want?. Orange juice?, pineapple?, mango juice?, yoghurt?, fear
Oscar cleared his throat while glaring at Vincent. Vincent stared at him and removed his hand from Quan's neck. "Who is this rude punk?"he strides to Oscar. Laquan rubbed his throat. "I am Mr Laquan's personal guard." "And,i am his best friend."Vincent replied. "We've known each other for years now. Who are you to interrupt our special moment?" "Sheesh,stop, Vincent. You didn't come here to fight,did you?"Quan interfered. "I would stop after talking some sense into this boy's head."Vincent responded without giving Laquan a look. "You haven't answered my question."he told Oscar. "I will just leave."Oscar turned around and left. Vincent clicked his tongue before turning back to Quan. "Let's drink. You have cups in here?"he scoured his eyes around before moving forward,slowly. "Be my guest and sit down, Vincent. I will go get the glass cups."Laquan stood up. "Are you afraid I would break something expensive in here?"Vincent threw his head back at him. "Not that."Quan chuc
TUESDAY° .. 'I found a man,on a cool night,in the night club..he is mine. Finally,he saw me,donned in my butterfly dress,and he seems to feel butterfly fly around his heart. Do you think he love me?' A romantic song played at the end of the large room. Laquan walked inside the room. There was a huge table at the center of the room. All sorts of wines and other desserts were set on the table. "Mr Laquan,did you take pictures?"one of the people sitting by the table,a woman, grinned out at him. He doesn't know her though. Well,he is quite famous so it's normal to have many people he doesn't know know him. But,he should really know her. He strides to the table. "No,I didn't."he chuckled at her before turning to the other people. "Good evening."he said. They all replied his greeting and he sat down. "Why didn't you take pictures?" Laquan happened to sit beside that lady. "Does that matter?"he stared at her. "It doesn't."she circled her hand around the neck of the wine
Sanchez's brows creased up in confusion. How is that possible?. He was definitely richer than Laquan before he came to America so why the hell is he below this man?. Laquan's mouth grew out into a full smirk. "Mr Sanchez,do you get who should bow now?" Stephanie scoffed. "That doesn't change anything. You could have bribed.."she stopped in order to see sense in what she was saying herself. "Bribe who?"Quan stared back at her. She swallowed hard and looked away. That doesn't make sense. Who could he have possibly bribed?. Sheesh! She almost made a fool out of herself. "I invested a billion dollars in your company days ago. I've been investing more in the past."Laquan revealed. "What?. You're anonymous?"Sanchez asked. "Hm,yes." Sanchez stared at Stephanie. "I thought you said you were that, Steph." Stephanie shook her head. "As much as I am happy for the nickname you just called me by,i wouldn't steal another person's thunder. No,I wasn't. That could be your specu
The boys bowed their heads again and the curtains was shut. Laquan pressed his lips together. "Mr Laquan, their song was quite comforting, don't you agree?"Stephanie smiled at him. Oof! Is she a witch? Why is he asking him something he doesn't know. "It was. I see you have good ears too,miss Stephanie."he smiled,not taking his last statement into consideration. Stephanie's face reddened in fury. Laquan squinted his eyes. Why is she suddenly frowning? Did he said anything wrong? He retraced his words and his mouth opened, slightly. Oh.. He cachinnates. He outrightly insulted her right there. She deserves it, though...for having such a bad mouth. "I would play the guitar tonight."a woman announced and stood up. "You already learnt how to play that?" "Super yes." "Then, I would play the jazz."a man chimed. "You would do a very bad job,I can assure you of that."another woman said while standing up. Most of them moved to the podium. Laquan,Britney and one other man wer
Huh? Britney prinked up at him. "Miss Britney is new here so she certainly wouldn't know how things work."Stephanie snapped. "She might do better than you."Quan lifted his shoulders. "I won't accept that."Stephanie shook her head. "A newcomer cannot just swoop in here then steal my glory. We are known world-wide. We can't afford to use an amateur that could tear everything apart. Just one single mistake from her could mess things up for us. We all know China doesn't accept any indecent dresses. What if she goes off to make them and ship them to their country?. We would be banned. Other countries would grow wary of us too and that could be the end of this group! Remember,every year,we report the highest sales from China. You know how much money we gon' lose?" "You're taking things too far,miss Stephanie. First,we always double - check on the goods we are exporting so erase your words of shipping of indecent clothes to China. It is each country with its own rules.
^° "Good morning,miss Sophie."Sophie's assistant strides into her office. Sophie nodded. She has became more reserved ever since Lucas threatened her into getting back with him. "Trying to get a call across to Mr Laquan in the past few days hasn't been easy. Why don't you try calling him, ma'am?. I'm afraid time is not our best friend and the least we would do is to waste the little one we have on something we are not yet sure about." The corners of Sophie's lips quirked up. Laquan. His name still sends her crazy,she wouldn't lie. She took a deep breath in and nodded at her assistant. "Sure,I will. You can go." "Alright, ma'am."she bowed and left. Sophie didn't realize when her mouth stretched into a smile. She picked up her phone and browsed through her contacts list. Does she even have his number? Of course,she could easily get access to his company's line but it would be night time in America by now so she might not be able to connect with him using that. She woul
Sanchez marched inside his penthouse and pulled off his shirt quickly then hit it on the couch. "Fvck!"he rasped. "Boss?,the programme didn't go as planned?"his assistant asked behind him. He turned back to shoot him lasers with his eyes. "You keep shut! You didn't manage to get a thing done! I host the event just to get embarrassed!!!"he screamed. The guy shrinked back. "Gggggg"Sanchez gritted his teeth. "This is how badly godfather want to disgrace me?. And, what?. He want me to get close to that loser?!!!"he yelled. He rushed up the stairs while fuming in anger. It only took a while for his guard to hear the sounds of something being thrown on the floor. Who is that Laquan that he managed to get his boss so exasperated?. .. Morning. .. Laquan woke up,as satisfied as ever. He took the bottle of water beside him and gulped some down. The scene of him slapping Sanchez in his face replayed in his head and he chuckled. He only have Jack to deal with now. And quiet favor