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MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH ISABELLA IS PREGNANT
“Do you mean she never told you?” Dr. Kyle wore the question on his face.Michael shook his head, slowly. He was still shocked at what she had just heard. The doctor pulled him aside and indicated for them to take a walk along a lonely corridor.“Isabella is pregnant for you’ he said, ‘that is partly why she fell down. We are worried about the injury on her head. Her brain was not affected but we shall not know the extent of the wound until a few weeks from now.”“She never told me about the pregnancy. Is she going to be alright?”“I am afraid, I cannot answer that now. However, we are keeping her under close observation and will release her when we think she is fit to go home. In the meantime, please don’t bring her any distressing news now. She might not be in the right state to take any. Try to spend as much time as you can with her.”“Okay. Thank you, doctor.”The doctor’s face was grim when he nodded in acknowledgment and walked away.Michael walked back to the wards and after as
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH CIGARETTE
As their lips met in a scorching lip lock formerly more, the world sounded to fall down until there was nothing left but the binary jiffs pounding between them. Michael and Isabella cleaved to each other amid the ambrosial blossoms, bodies intertwined, souls incorporated into one transcendent substance. He was drowning in the intoxicating wispiness of her mouth, the delicate floral scent of her silken permanents. Each part of her nimble fritters against the tense aero planes of his reverse seared through the thin fabric of his shirt, imprinting him with her possession. This was madness, he knew- losing himself so fully in her beguiling snares. Yet Michael set up he did not retain an ounce of restraint to repel Isabella's hot rush. Not when her very actuality awakened solicitations so primitive, so each- consuming that he felt trolled of every history hurt, every moping shred of bitterness. In Isabella's giddy grasp, he was revived. Remade into commodity satiny, sharper, more magnifi
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH MICHAEL WEST
Mr. Donald looked tired, more tired than the last time Michael saw him. His breathing was laboured but when he turned and saw me, he smiled.‘How are you dad?’Michael calls him dad now. Mr. Donald turned from his position and faced Michael, then answered.‘I feel okay but the doctors say I have to be tied to these things for the time being.’He loved the man now more than before, more because of his fortitude in bearing the pain of the chemotherapy drugs. The doctors decided to start the treatment immediately, saying it might give him a better fighting chance. The old man hasn’t told me his diagnosis yet. When Michael asked him why he wasn’t going home soon, he called it a small complication. ‘How are you my boy?’ he asked. Wrinkles etched on every corner of his face. I don’t know if it is because of the pain from the medication or old age.‘I am a good papa. I have good news.’‘Really? Tell me about it.’‘I am getting married next Saturday.’‘Well, that is great news. Who is the lu
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH A STRONG ULTIMATUM
It was the middle of the week and Michael was staying long hours at work, trying to get a solution to the economic crisis in his company. Many of the workers have resigned and many shareholders are selling their shares, lowering the market value of the king's donaldation in the stock exchange market. Many economic analysts and journalists have predicted that things will go worse for donaldation if nothing drastic is done about it. Michael was reading the newspaper of the day in his office when Cynthia, his assistant, knocked on the door and asked to see him.‘Come on Cynthia.’ Cynthia walked briskly to the desk. She was smart as usual with the same professional outlook she had had since the first of their working together. Michael asked. ‘I thought it was past working hours. Why haven’t you gone home?’‘I was putting together the reports sent by the various team leaders and managers of donaldation for you.’‘Okay. But you can do that tomorrow. You should go home to your family.’‘I w
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH THE WORK
Michael stood in the same spot that he stood when Mr. Donald talked to him. He felt a surge of anger surge through him that he fisted his hands. It wasn’t his fault that the ship sank or that the factory in the Middle East was raised to the ground. Sometimes things like this happen but why is everyone thinking that he is the cause of all the bad things that have happened? He remained in that position until a servant came to tap him on the shoulder.‘Why are you still standing here?’Michael looked him up and down. This servant must think himself on the same level as me for him to talk to me like this, Michael thought. He didn’t respond to the servant who stood there waiting for him. It was past hours and the servant wanted to lock up for the night, that was why he was standing there, waiting for him. Michael steadied his hands and walked out of the room and out of the house. The air outside was clean, thanks to the many trees that were in the compound. Breeze blew gently on the trees
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH A CHAIN OF EVENTS
The door of the office opened and Clara walked in. She was holding a gun and pointed it at Michael. Then she said,‘Good evening, Michael west.’Michael turned and looked at the door. He saw it was Clara and stood to ask her why she had come to his office after hours but then he saw the gun. Michael understood what was about to go down. So, he dragged Cynthia by the arm and shielded her with his body. Clara shot multiple times, shooting at the furniture, the computer and at the walls, trying desperately to get to Cynthia. She had come to kill Michael, thinking that he was alone in the office. But when she saw Cynthia dancing with him, though not provocatively, she grew jealous and decided to shoot and kill her.A guard had seen her when she came in. the guard had asked her where she was going and that it was past office hours. When he turned to answer the phone, she was gone. The guard realised that she was on her way to the last floor and suspecting that something was fishy, decided
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH MICHAEL ’S MOUTH WHICH MADE HER SMILE
After all has been said and doneThe conference room was tense. Isabella sat directly opposite Clara while Diana sat at an angle between them. Together, they formed a triangle. The table between them was white in colour and had a recorder on it. ‘Why are you doing this?’ Isabella asked; her voice calm and menacing. ‘I beg your pardon?’ Clara said. She clutched her bag and stood up, getting ready to leave. ‘Why are you giving this testimony about a man you supposedly loved and cherished?’‘I never said I loved him. I was going to. Maybe I would have loved him if he treated me right.’ ‘But what you are doing right now can be said to be character assassination. Do you know that?’‘I am not attacking someone I did not know. This man knows me, wooed me and dated me for almost two years.’‘Did he promise to marry you?’ Isabella asked.‘We were getting there?’‘Then what went wrong?’‘Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It is what he does. When he has used you for a certain time, he just breaks
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH FATE
When they eventually parted, it felt as though a tone had passed in the span of many superheated moments. Michael plodded to reclaim his capacity for rational study amid the whirling, lust- dazed storm of his mind. Questions, vague worries, transitory dubieties flirted around the hazy fringe of his psyche, no way relatively resolving into a coherent shape before dissolving formerly more under the searing brand of Isabella's closeness. " We should." he rasped out, the sound of his voice little further than clay and sin,” We should go to a private place to talk. It is so important I need to ask you to understand." Isabella incontinently shook her head, that unruly groaner mane swaying with the vehement stir," No talking, no questions. Not yet." With passionate insistence, she pressed herself indeed more completely against him until her supple angle smouldered to every tense manly angle. The undulating warmth of her body burned a raging conflagration in Michael's blood, his hands dispe
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BEAUMONT CITY
As Michael West thought back on that day he noticed that night had settled in over Beaumont City. In the distance he could hear the news coverage of the Heroes' Parade playing on the television.The coverage was showing many troubling events including the arrests of Diana Roberts and Stevens the shocking moment when Liam had jumped to his death from the stadium and the overwhelming chaos that erupted after the truth came out about the Roberts family.Sitting alone in the room drinking a glass of whiskey Michael felt a profound sense of emotional distance and isolation from everything that had happened.He was very surprised when he saw Isabella standing at his door. Her shape was only partially visible because the light was dim and not very bright. They had gone through a really difficult breakup in the past and since then she had moved away to a different place.He hadn't seen her at all for many years so her sudden appearance caught him off guard. To make things even more complicated
- MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH
WHEN THE CIRCLE COMES TO FULL POINT
They were in a house on the beachfront of Beaumont city. It was a little far from the beach but had fantastic view of the beach and the sea. The sun had risen early, as usual and there were few tourists on the beach.Steven was shocked and raised his hands but felt a surge of anger within him but he didn’t move. Instead he stood where he was. The other men had pulled out their guns too. Liam knew he was outnumbered to pull out his gun, so he appealed for calm.‘Please gentle men; let us be civil about his. The diamond belongs to all of us but we have bigger fish to fry and that is Michael west. Today is the day that we take his down at the Heroes’ Parade. After that, there will be more diamonds and money that our children will never know hunger for the rest of their lives. Let us embrace caution.’There was silence again before the first of the men who pulled out his gun began to laugh out loud. The rest joined him and started laughing. They raised their hands in surrender and put the
- MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH
COLORS OF HATRED
Liam returned to his drinking, taking a sip while stealing glances at the game. A moment later, he turned to his friend, he found him looking smugly at his glass of drink.“Talk to me Nel. What’s going on? If it is about the listings, we got in and that should not be a problem.”“It is not about the listing, bro. It is something else. I guess you haven’t heard.”“Heard what?” Liam was signaling the barista for another drink.“Wells is being devalued.”Liam looked at him, saw the seriousness on his face, and waved for the barista to go. Realization hit him and he mumbled.“AB listings was just a cover. The wolves have gathered and want to have a feast.”Nelson nodded and added,“Whatever you do, don’t go face to face with the execs on Wall Street. They will kill your case before you even get a chance to present it.”“What do I do then?”“Be calm, receive the buy-out offer, and look through it carefully to find a way out. It could be an ambiguity in the words or misrepresentation. That
- MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH
THE COMING
The knock came again, it was on his door. Who would be coming to his house? He had no friends or lovers? And Isabella had stopped speaking with him. Grudgingly, he walked to the door and opened. It was Isabella. Unlatching the locks quickly, he opened wide the door and bade her to come in.‘You are welcome. I am sorry I have been engrossed in a lot of work and didn’t hear the knocking on the door. How have you been?’Michael was not sure why Isabella would suddenly appear at this door without notice. Had something happened to her father? He thought to himselfShe smiled at him and tugged a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He smiled too. They were both standing in the centre of the room, uncertain what to do. Michael suddenly remembered that he had not offered her a seat. He was being a bad host.‘I am very sorry; I should have offered you a seat. Please have a seat.’‘No, its fine. I should be headed out now and allow you to finish up on your work.’‘Not so fast. At least have a d
- MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH
SUBTERFUGE
The officer in charge walked briskly along the corridor. Liam and Steven followed behind staunchly, confident in their steps. The officer knocked on a door. A voice responded from inside.‘Come in.’The officer opened the door and stepped aside for the two men to step inside. Then he stepped outside and closed the door. The office was sparse, except for a few standing cabinets and picture frames on the wall; one was for the president of the country and the other was of the mayor of Beaumont city. There were other picture frames that showed the commissioner receiving awards. The commissioner’s desk stood on the far end on the other side of the room, directly opposite the door. ‘Mr Liam. Good to see you again.’ the man behind the desk stood up and walked over to where Steven and Liam stood. ‘Ah commissioner, it has been a while that we have spoken or seen.’ Liam responded.‘Ah yes.’ The commissioner said. ‘to what do I owe this honour?’‘I am here to an old friend concerning a matter.
- MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH
SECRETS AND SPECULATIONS
Michael returned to the living room. He and Isabella discussed the cost of living crises and what the government should do. Isabella thought to herself, ‘so he heals and is intelligent too. What a good combination.’ She likes his use of words and the way he lays out his point carefully. ‘Let us stop now. Enough of politics and talk. Let us go and have some food.’Isabella laughed, dropped what she was holding on the table and walked with him to the table. The food was in bowls and plates sat in front of ach of the chairs, together with cutlery, the bottle of wine and glasses.Michael drew back her chair for her and allowed her to sit. Then he went over to his side. Opening the bowl, he dished some food for her before dishing for himself. He was telling her about the food and the process it takes to make it. She looked interested and asked questions too. Then they started to eat. The view from the penthouse was breathtaking, covering most of the city. She asked him about his backgroun
- MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH
JUSTICE TO BE REAPED
Cynthia went out as Michael continued reading the newspaper. Thirty seconds later, the door to the office opened and someone walked in. Michael puts down his newspaper and stands. He has met Mr. Samuel before, when he was set up to be killed by Liam and Clara. This man had come to his aid and saved. Liam and Clara thought that they had killed him but Mr. Samuel came to the ditch, picked him up and sent him to the hospital. ‘Thank you for having me at this odd hour. I know it is past work time and I had to come at this time so that no one will notice my presence here.’‘It is fine my Samuel. Thank you for coming. I also want to thank you for the other time, for saving my life.’‘You and I have been acquainted before. And I thank you that at this time, you have decided to come to my rescue once again.’‘Well, it is a small world. You can be my helper tomorrow.’‘Yea. You are correct.’‘So, donaldation is going through quite a lot but there is nothing that cannot be salvaged. I intend t
- MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH
STARS BURST
Two men walked into a bar and sat down. They ordered drinks and when the waiter had brought them, began to sip their drinks. Intermittently, they would look at their wristwatches and then at the door. Michael was in his office waiting for Abraham and to hear from Luke his Henchman. Abraham was not coming, so he called Luke to come into his office.‘I want to do something. Abraham is not here but I want you to look into the possibility of acquiring more assets into Roberts.’‘But sir, we have tried that and it is not going our way. I know a way we can get to the Roberts family and hit them where they will feel it the most.’Michael adjusted his body. ‘Tell me about it.’‘I am aware of some dealing the Roberts are doing with Amelia’s father, the girl who claims to have your child and sent videos and pictures on the day of the wedding, leading to the calling off of the wedding.’‘Yea, I remember her.’‘I heard from the underground that they were involved in some drug dealings and traffic
- MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH
MORE PROBLEMS
Michael walked to his car, parked outside the gate by the curb. The guards would not allow him drive in, maybe as a way of Mr. Donald showing that he was not pleased with him, he didn’t know. However, he didn’t care; all he had on his mind was to get donaldation back on track of being the biggest company and employer in all of Beaumont. He got in his car and drove off into the night. He drove to donaldation headquarters and then to the airport. He has a meeting with Mr. Pearson. Cynthia went to get the report while Michael settles for the meeting. His phone vibrated and it was a text from clara. It read.‘I know you have been busy lately, but please have dinner with me, at the four season hotel. Bills on me.’ He looked at it and laughed. Clara decided to text him today. Something must be up. This lady must be joking, he thought.Isabella watched Michael giving his speech on TV. Their romance had ended a month ago but it seemed like yesterday when she met him and fell in love with hi
