"i believe you."Oscar rubbed the temple of his neck. "I didn't asked you to."Quan rolled his eyes. "But still..I still do. How do we get to know about Sanchez's girl though?. We don't have any information on her,or,do we?"his eyes grows out at Laquan. "I do."Laquan chugged his coffee down. "Real?" "But,I am not going to tell you. I already assigned a work to you. Go get it done."Quan rubbed his cheek. "Okay...boss."Oscar uttered, reluctantly. .. Sanchez looked down at the earth below from the plane's window. He sighed and smacked his lips. "Boss Sanchez,"his guard bowed. He turned his gaze to him and pushed his brows up. "I have a piece of news to share: One billion dollars was just invested in the company." "Who did that?" "We don't know yet. Although,we think the person wishes to keep it anonymous." "Take a guess.."Sanchez smiled, lopsidedly. "I... could it be miss Stephanie?" Sanchez clicked his tongue. "Right."he snapped his fingers. "But,why did she did that?.
"Should I propose,boss?"Oscar pierced his gaze into Quan's. Laquan pushed the chair back on the floor. "That was a joke, boss!"Oscar exclaimed before roaring in laughter. Laquan didn't bat an eye. "Boss?" "You must be really giddy, aren't you?"Quan asked. "Boss,I–" "I see you don't have any work to do on your desk and that's what made you have time for jokes." "I'm..."Oscar swallowed hard. "I am sorry,boss." "Don't tell me that."Quan retorted. "You're getting too comfortable around me,Oscar. Are you suddenly forgetting your place?"he fumed. "I can't apologize to you enough,boss. If only you would enter my heart and see how broken it is."Oscar went on his knees. "Get me a knife." "Kni-fe?. For what,boss?" "You said I should view your heart. To do that,I will have to cut it open." "B-bo-boss?"Oscar stuttered. His heart has stopped breathing. "Punish me some other way,sir,but not this way."he pleaded. "Hm?. Pick a suitable punishment for yourself then."Quan uttered.
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.