Richard and Chantelle had been talking at the front of Marcus’s home for over thirty minutes. Marcus and Huncho could not clearly make out what they were seeing. But, judging from their body language, it was not anything they could not guess. Chantelle was still holding her bags of clothes while looking like a princess that had just walked out of a Disney movie. If not anything, one thingarcus and Richard would agree on was that Chantelle was drop dead gorgeous. Chantelle started getting wary. She was a smart woman. She already figured out that her husband was not back yet, but had been putting that at the back of her mind for a while now. They had taken over thirty minutes here, it was time for Richard to leave, she thought. “Richard, thank you so much for today… Thank you for…” “Chantelle, I already told you it was nothing. If you keep thanking me like this, I'll feel somehow,” he replied. “I think it's time I left also,” Richard got the clue.
Marcus had watched Huncho drive out of the street. He waited a bit, until he could not see the taillights of the car anymore. He walked slowly as he came up to the door of his home. He wondered what his wife was doing inside right at that moment. Marcus paused briefly at the place where Chantelle and Richard had just stood. He stood rooted at that point. His mind was wavering. He stood for a while until he decided to be firm in his heart. He had a plan and he was standing by it. He would watch it play out, and hopefully it was going to turn out well for him. Marcus smiled at that moment. He was still going to trust his mind. If his father and sister were there right now, they would have shook their heads at him. Marcus, though smart and mature, had always had a soft spot for his wife. This had been obvious through the way he had lived with her before his status changed. He was bullied by her parents and he didn't even stop him from still loving her.
Chantelle remembered the last time Marcus lost his job, and the considerably long time before he got another one. Marcus had been working in a hotel. His work was helping to clean up after people left their rooms both temporarily and also permanently. He also helped bring up things that people who lodged in the hotel wanted, like food and other items. Marcus has always been a hard worker. His colleagues did not like him because of the energy he put into the work. They all believed being lackadaisical was the way out, so they were surprised at the amount of energy Marcus put into it. Marcus had always been like that in all his previous jobs. Working hard, while his coworkers did not like him for one reason or the other. The only different thing this time around was that his boss, a lady, did not have any problem with him. In fact, she even liked him. Marcus was the most consistent hard worker in the hotel. She liked him because he could always be co
Marcus understood why Miss McCall had to fire him. It was his fault. He should not have even waited in the room immediately he found out Melissa was in the bathroom. What was he even thinking? He had a beautiful woman at home waiting for him. Thinking of his wife right then, he had a headache as he was leaving the hotel after he dropped his work clothes after he was fired. He had sighed. He remembered when he was going to marry Chantelle. All the promises he had made to her. Now, he was not even close to fulfilling any of them, and he was fired, again. Marcus could already picture the pain in her eyes when he told her about the loss of his job. He was definitely not going to explain the circumstances that led to him being sacked, to her. Marcus had gotten home that day and explained his current status to his wife. Chantelle had cried. It was a lot. She was not living the life she had expected when she married Marcus. She remembered those pa
Why did his boss's wife call him this late? Countless thoughts had flown in Mr Luiz’s mind ever since he had talked to Chantelle. He was scared. Not only for himself, but also for his wife and children. He did not know what to expect. Mr Luiz had used less than seven minutes to dress up and rush out of his house to his car. This was in contrast to whenever he went out, to work or any other place. His clothes were already stained with sweat as he rushed out to his car. Mrs Luiz watched his back as he ran out of the house. Once Mr Luiz got into the car. He switched it on and literally flew out onto the road. His boss's house was not too far from his house. It was going to be a fifteen, less than fifteen minutes drive, with how fast he was driving. He kept thinking. He decided to call Espinoza. He was closer to Espinoza compared to his others. Mr Luiz was going to intimate him on where he was going. He was already prepared for the worst. He just p
“I'm coming,” Chantelle answered the knock on the door while walking to the door. Marcus was left alone in the sitting room. He looked all over the room, he saw everything in the room, but he did not see them. There was a wall-wide television in the room. This was gifted to him by his parents-in-law when he got married to their daughter. The clothes strewn across the center table. It was a small oak coated wood. It had been passed down through the generations of the Krafth family. The chairs, also an evidence of the continuity of things of his family. They looked really luxurious. Marcus has always wondered about them. Marcus's place with his wife, Chantelle, was not big. It was, however, comfortable. Even though they had had a rough couple of years, they still managed to survive through everything. They had also had helpers, ranging from Chantelle’s parents, to others who just wanted to show a modicum of good will to them. Marcus was lost in thoug
Juliet had done exactly what she said she was going to do after leaving Marcus's factory. She had told him that she was traveling to the state capital of the country, where the headquarters of the Krafth company was located. Lagos. Lagos was a highly populated place. It was filled up, teeming with people. It was considered as the most populous state in the world. It was a center of business, of excellence and many more things. Lagos boasted of the most skyscrapers in the world, the biggest import and export system by sea and of course the biggest airport in the country of Grammsville. Lagos had always been a place where the smart thrived. They learnt fast. It was also easy to be duped in Lagos if one was not careful. Lagos also had one of the most thriving real estate businesses in the world. Land there was almost like gold. Literally like it in fact. The sellers gained a whole lot, and the new owners of course get so many advantages of buying the
Juliet got on the private jet. She named her private jet Krafty, for obvious reasons. Krafty was a picture of Luxury. It was one of the bigger private jets in business. Since Juliet was not going with many people, only with a few of her guards when did not have to go through any security search. Juliet did not have any baggage with her or an animal. She had clothes not only in Edinburgh and Lagos, but also in every other state she or her family owned property. Krafty was already getting warmed up when the pilots got the information that Juliet was in the airport. So she was ready for takeoff immediately Juliet got on board. Krafty was designed to fit Juliet well. Juliet's favorite color had been lemon green right from when she was small, it was also their mother's favorite too. So, the jet was painted mostly lemon green. There was a king sized bed for her at the end of the jet. A toilet big enough with mirrors and all, even a kitchen and a chef