Marcel left the hotel building, heading back to his hostel. On his way just after stepping out from the cab he saw a beautiful familiar figure though he was yet to see the face of this figure, he could tell that he had seen the person before but where?. Marcel asks himself. He decided to ignore his curiosity and was about to take the east side wing of the road, a path leading to his hostel when he caught a suspicious guy whose movement appeared eerie and suspicious. The tall, agile looking man was on a hood, just a few steps behind the beautiful lady who was busy conversing to a handsome looking matured boy who is quite older than Marcel.Marcel felt a sense of premonition as he halted to ascertain the possible vulgar intention of the creepy looking guy. Marcel is a very good observer, he also has a trait of being a detective and would have ventured into the profession if not for his sudden love for business and its related activities.At this juncture he could tell that the hoodie l
"It would exacerbate Marcel's emotional pain if he succumbs to the temptation of engaging in a fight," said Marcel to himself. He departed from the scene feeling disappointed but not ashamed.Marcel returned to the hostel, seeking rest due to fatigue. However, he was greeted by the unsightly appearance of the room. The room emitted an odor reminiscent of alcohol, as scattered bottles on the floor confirmed the unpleasant smell.Unmentionables and clothing were strewn about the room near the beds. It was evident that his roommate had recently engaged in revelry.Marcel felt disappointed, but he realized he had no other choice. Should he confront them? No, that would only result in his expulsion from the room.His only alternative was to expedite his search for a new residence and leave them to their unruly lifestyles. He had grown accustomed to this behavior, particularly on weekends, when they would leave the area in a chaotic and revolting state, leaving him to address the mess as th
Marcel was up early and running. It has been an adventurous few days for Marcel. Sleep went a long way in complementing it. Marcel brushed his teeth, had his bath and left for school. He has an early morning lecture and it won't be nice to resume school late. He has already made up his mind to visit the housing company which Dr Phil directed him to. This came after rejecting advances made by Phil to help him with the accommodation. He matched confidently to the lecture venueHe could see the piercing eyes of his classmates and schoolmates. He felt nervous but all the same he stood tall and confident with his head held up like a proud lion that just succeeded in being king of a den and then realizing that all the female lions are for it to mate.He could literally here the moving tongues and mouths of the students, they weren't hiding their emotions and reactions. They were shocked as they never expected him to be back again especially those that thought him dead. It was unbelievable
"Carmen, just in the nick of time, this gentleman here is interested in purchasing a house," Adella directs to Marcel.Carmen turned and her surprised facial expression shone when Adella made mention of a client changed. She was not wrong at all, she was awed on hearing Adella referring a customer to her because it is definitely unlike her for she would rather give them to every other agent in the company but on seeing the man before her she knew that she was just making a joke of her.On turning to look at Adella she saw her mocking and annoying smile but she maintained her cool."Hello," Carmen greeted politely as she extended her hand for a handshake with Marcel.Philip had already found a client whom he deemed suitable, leaving Marcel to be handled by Carmen, his colleague.Marcel never believed that someone can be more beautiful and delicate-looking than Maria Claire from Pennington Hotel, well he he is witnessing another twist of rare beauty in no other person but Carmen Hayes.
"No, sir, he desires a house, specifically an A-list house," she responded cheerfully, disregarding the commotion in the room."Is she kidding? Is this the type of staff you employ here?" Maldini asked, disappointment etched on his face."I want the Olympus, and here is my card for payment," Marcell asserted arrogantly, ignoring the chilly reception he received."What insolence! Who is this individual?!" Maldini shouted. The same building he was about to purchase is about to be taken by a nobody."I don't know, sir, but I believe he is just bluffing," Philip replied, lacking confidence in his response.He simply couldn't believe it: a person from the lower-class making such an audacious move."Calm down, gentlemen," Picasso, who was astonished by the unfolding events, interjected."Gentleman, we appreciate your interest, but Maldini here was the first to express interest in the building, so it will be his," Picasso declared."Yes, you are late," Philip yelled unconsciously."Yes, you
Marcel was astounded as he witnessed his posts accumulating one thousand likes in just twenty minutes. It was truly astonishing for him, considering his lack of presence on social media. Such a high level of activity in such a short amount of time could potentially be considered for the Guinness World Records.However, the comments left on his posts were mostly negative and provoked strong emotional reactions. Many questioned his intelligence, accusing him of theft and impersonation.One commenter, Tony@ni, sarcastically commented, "Common boy, is this what you're reduced to now?" Another user, Jera@veb, comments saying "that Marcel had edited himself into his dream. Koside@ye remarked, "Hey, got yourself some nice job up there." Paulis humorously suggested, "Allow the church rat to have today."Lance questioned, "What is your poor self doing up there in Olympus?" Fave commented, "Santa Cruz, this dude has just succeeded in bringing down your building's worth."Despite the negativ
NoIt was a well-formulated inquiry, lacking any vague implications or nuances. It was concise and direct. Marcel was taken aback, finding himself being mentioned on a platform he greatly admired. At the moment, Marcel was completely clueless as he contemplated the potential multitude of negative responses Choley would likely choose. He sat in his living room, positioned comfortably on his sofa, with the air conditioner functioning optimally. However, he still felt stifled and tense. The sweet orange juice before him suddenly tasted bitter. His physical well-being was no longer in a good state. "Marcel,… really? Are you guys joking with me at this moment? Who would even associate themselves with that despicable person, let alone engage in a cordial sexual relationship with... that, that disgraceful individual," Choley retorts with complete apprehension. "So, who is he to you then?" Mave asks once again, sporting an unwavering expression, disregarding the disheveled appearance of Cho
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