“Because I kept mute and allowed the media to paint me as the brand architect?”“Spare me those sanctimonious bull crap and shut the hell up!” She heightened, her left foot slammed against the floor; her rage had been let loose and might not have a remote button.“Are you innocent yourself? Silly girl! Coming from an idiot that committed adultery or have you suddenly forgotten what brought us here?!”[Hell was completely broken loose and the aftermath was at its worst.]Michelle, for a moment, withdrew her eyes in shame and, after a few moments, returned her gaze to her mother after a glimmer of ideas came alive.“Yes! I was also guilty of adultery. Luckily for me, my adult videotape wasn't the one that was leaked but yours!”BINGO!!!“I’m certain that half of the netizens in Manchester must have seen all of you!!!” She disdainfully mocked.Her words hit Catherine like a thunderbolt, and for a few moments, she swam back in sadness, her knees buckled in misery.“I consented to have an
Michelle quickly arose and sat on the hospital's mattress, the subject’s facial expression reeked of epic downfall.She wiggled her brows on Barr. Frederick, who, in a swift response, shook his head, which showed how confused he was too.The brawl, which had lasted for almost thirty minutes had abruptly halted with all three faces flashing perplexed eye contact across the personnel behind the utterances.“Speak already. The suspense is killing us!!!”“Since the humiliation was dirtied on us, all we've known is bad news. What happened again?” Madam Catherine couldn't hold her chills, her tongue flexed with urgency.“You all assured me Mr. Magnus Phillips was trustworthy. What the hell just happened?” Marshall barked back in a menacing tone.Reflectively, Michelle arose with a thudding heartbeat as her waist couldn't afford to rest anymore.Madam Catherine held Barr. Frederick’s hands in gasping fear, she could perceive an ordeal from Marshall's words, as his countenance exuded bad news
“It’s fifteen minutes past eight. Sharon, you're late? Resuming work late on Monday morning? That's a bad start though.” “What happened? From the timekeeping record you always make it to work before 7:50 AM,” Michael calmly inquired, his face etched with ease. Her heart thumped in restlessness as she tried to hide her somewhat teary eyes. “I’m deeply sorry, supervisor. I promise it wasn't intentional.” He nodded for her to step into the production room as her words resonated with his thought, he believed something wrong could have happened to precipitate her lateness. He understood part of his job, which was ensuring the production staff were punctual to work and would report to Miss Sheraton if anyone chose to be defiant. He meticulously went through all the staff employment files during the weekend and decoded their names and faces— little wonder, he quickly grasped that her name was Sharon who happened to be one of the assistant production wine mixers. “Such a kind-hea
“You gotta be joking right?” Stephanie mouthed with no iota of smile trapped on her face.On the other hand, Michael maintained his cool and smiled inwardly— he was beginning to love the adventure even more.Last week, on his first day in the office, he suspected Oprah Gracy but could not wrap his head around what she was, and suddenly, the narrative had swiftly changed. [Huh?]“Why didn't you tell me about another party involved?” she continually questioned with her words striking like an alarm without warnings.Michael patted her shoulder to chill out a little bit and have the young man explain himself.“Steph, I'm really sorry that I had to protect her identity at first. I needed to open up with someone in the company, and you were the better option, but at first, I couldn't completely trust you.”“I was afraid of the plan failing, if by any chance, you’d betrayed me, then Oprah Gracy’s identity would have still been hidden from the strategic moles with all eyes focused on me inste
Oprah's cheeks wrapped with a smile; she observed the new freelance writer had really had his ears to the ground.Stephanie nodded intermittently at Michael's outstanding question; she also learned of Oprah's decision and wondered why she didn't sack the receptionists.Cole breathed out with ease, his face charmed in a beam, from his disposition— Michael suspected he already knew about his aunt’s partial decision.“Finally, It's time I gave a full response behind my decision.”“For over a month, Raymond and Cleopatra have been our key suspects as part of the disguised moles in the company. A couple of times Cole has caught them on surveillance trying to dodge the CCTV to make sneaky phone calls. People that do such have skeletons in their cupboards.”“Michael, you're a smart young man, one thing you have over us all— if you were in my shoes, would you sack or suspend them?” Oprah intelligently chipped in; her countenance oozed with cleverness.Michael, within moments, thought through
“Do you believe in miracles,” those words kept thudding on Sharon's head for several hours while on duty.She didn't grasp why Michael made that expression while she constantly wondered how in heaven's name would such an amount of money be raised within the shortest time.TICK!!!It was already 18 hours on the clock, and most staff had rounded up with their work endeavors, including Michael.Thirty minutes ago, he received a text message from Lord Eric Sanchez, which read; “My boy, we have an outstanding discussion.”His mind was set on what information hadn't been disclosed yet and why he had kept it unknown for a while.He believed Sheraton knew about what Lord Eric was about to spill, but as usual, she wore a professional outlook and stuck to the undercover mission routine.***In less than an hour— he was already in the mansion with his eyes searching through if he’d sight Sheraton's car, and boom, he caught a glance of it.With a deliberate beam, he muttered. “I knew it. She's in
Lord Eric stared at both and unleashed a short smile as though he somewhat eavesdropped on their conversation.[Could he have?]“My boy, during the winemaking processes, what have you observed?” Lord Eric chimed with another intriguing question.Without explanation, Michael already knew his questions were on a route to a premeditated direction, and whatever the answer could be would be related to why he opted for a discussion.“Well, I have taken cognizant of some winemaking routines but one that's most striking is the finishing touch…” he got into words and paused for a while to find the perfect words to use.Lord Eric gestured his left arm out for him to continue already.Michael switched his gaze towards Sheraton as hints of what he had seen in the winery company replayed in his head once again.“I have observed that during the final wine mixing process, the last elements and unique flavors are solely done by Sheraton in her private office, which no other staff has access to.”“I b
***5:56 AM*** 5:57***5:58***5:59** and finally, at 6:00 AM on the dot, a resounding ringing tone was perceived.The call buzzed Sharon out of slumber with a persistent vibration in her ears.She reactively woke up with her eyes narrowed while bulging at the echoing phone call singing across her apartment.“An unsaved number? Calling this early?” she mumbled with a deep sigh before attempting to pick up the call.“Hello…” her voice crept out expecting a swift response from the goddamn caller disrupting her sleep.She barely slept all through the night with deep thoughts of her mum's deteriorating health knowing she'd be pronounced dead in a few days.In split seconds, the caller's voice broke out with much hastiness and urgency:“C’mon Miss, where are you? Your mother will soon be moved to the Operating Theatre at exactly 6:25 AM. You should be here to at least say some encouraging words to her before the surgeons take over.”Sharon flickered her eyes in absolute confusion while she a
***“Welcome to the abode.”“Here would be your hideout till we figure out somewhere more secure.”“You can call me— “Bold-9.”The mysterious masked faced personnel chipped in…While in the car, after partially giving hints of how Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise should crumble— silence overwhelmed the atmosphere as both personnel had their lips zipped.Two minutes ago, the mysterious personnel drove into a simple flowered bungalow with the plans to cohabit with Marshall.He folded his arms, still engrossed in perplexity on what really Bold-9 needed from him, that had him take such high risk in helping him.His mind flashed toward his father and how he'd cope when he learned of his assassination plot against Michael Scofield.If for a second he knew that his scornful enemy would become the next COO of Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise, then he'd have manufactured an excuse not to attend the seventh winery anniversary.“Do you love whiskey?” Bold-9 once more jolted him off his deepened thou
Marshall, in a ragged heartbeat, took one of the greatest risks of his life and jumped into the front street in the hope the mysterious, unknown personnel could be an angel.His eye hastily glued on the strange figure who wore a red face mask and zoomed off at once, riding towards Aaron County Bridge Fifteenth Avenue.Silence overwhelmed the two as the only sound that could be perceived was that of the speedy car engine.“What has my son got to do with this?! As far as I know, he never had any relationship with Lord Barus Israel, so why the order to arrest him?”Olivia King questioned one of the cop men who wiggled his brows towards the new COO who ultimately should have a better response.As he strode towards Michael, his chest, for awkward reasons, kept skipping and thudding.“Please, what did Marshall do wrong? I know he's capable of many things but scheming to crumble Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise, I doubt if he'd do such a thing.”Michael gently turned, facing him, both eyes glu
All eyes flashed on Lord Eric and, of course, the new COO of Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise, who were unperturbed about Lord Barus’s barkings. From his hasty defense mechanism, he wasn't prepared to get arrested without pulling forth a fight. “I’m disappointed!!! Was that why you invited my company for the seventh anniversary? To have me humiliated in front of these honorable guests and the viewers at large.” “We are definitely rivals ‘cause we produce wines, that shouldn't give you the effrontery to blackmail me. That’s a spit on my face!!!” “Fuck!!!” The head of the police team winked at Lord Eric to do the needful before Lord Barus uses his petty talks as a route for a deserving escape. “Are you done spewing trash?” “Lions don't roar when the rabbit is engaged in a rat race,” Lord Eric sneered with a smug enmeshed on his cheek. “You have been ratting about evidence? Surely, we'll show you one.” Lord Barus was somewhat unsettled as a smidge of spine vibration was fe
Bewilderment and puzzlement struck deep into the atmosphere that most personnel had their mouths widening.The shocking aura entrapped on the staff's faces was like a statue that would live for a lifetime if captured.Lord Eric Sanchez didn't fuss at the growing disorganization with his arms positioned in akimbo posture; he already anticipated a similar outcome.Indistinct and distinct conversations were induced in the hall— most of the guests didn't understand what was unfolding.“Wow! How did the CEO get to know Michael Scofield!?” the staff asked among themselves with darting eyelids.“Does his name ring a bell? What the hell is going on?” Lord Barus Israel and his cohort were plunged in perplexity.“Oh, Lord!”“Michael Scofield??? I hope it isn't what I'm thinking about?” Marshall mused in discomfort, his stomach rumbled in fear.As seconds swiftly raced into a minute, the uproar of confusion, anticipation, and excitement intensified.Amid the multiple questions with no appropriat
***It's one week down the lane with all underground work put in place by both discreet parties.Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise, after years of rebranding, would celebrate its seventh anniversary and would air live on different broadcasting media stations in less than thirty minutes.“Y’all are welcome!!! We are honored to have y'all grace the occasion!!!” The gorgeous host charmingly uttered.For the first time in over five years, after persistent invitations of various winery companies— five industries that have been labeled core rivals of Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise consented to grace the feast with Lord Barus Israel leading the Ultimate Branded Winery Industries to the event.[Why the sudden change of heart?]“Please, the event will soon kickstart. The red carpet session should already be rounded up. Our esteemed guest please make it to your designated seats. Thank you.”Several distinguished figures from various work endeavors were also invited to mark a memorable seventh-year
“Michelle!!!”“Catherine!!!”Marshall's voice reverberated as he sprinted with heavy hot sweat contorted on his face.“We’re over at the balcony. Come over there!”Augustine's family received a hasty phone call from him demanding an urgent conversation.Different thoughts clouded their hearts and it was only moments for answers to be known.“Why the urgency? Has your father changed his mind on our concealed engagement?” Michelle inquired in sharp breath with eyelid profusely blinking.“Hey, next time add ‘Madam’ while addressing me,” Catherine spatted with a somewhat furrowed expression, her right finger positioned on her waist.He stormed before them with no ounce of giggle registered on his face“If my dad has changed his mind? You had better wake up from your delusional fantasies.”“I would no longer add ‘Madam.’ You lost that respect the moment you chose to sleep with Barr. Frederick.”“...Well, we have a bigger problem!”“Again!!?” Catherine and Michelle shrieked in deep worry, t
“It’s been twenty minutes since his abduction, and we have no clue what the assassins want! Not even a single call from them!”“We don't even know if Michael Scofield is still breathing!” Lord Eric bawled out, which induced more tension in the atmosphere; his emotions switched from fear to enrage.The seven household staff members in the living room lowered their gazes downward; they knew better not to stare upon the Great Lord when furious.“Enough is enough! I'm calling in the Chief Police officer to handle the kidnap case! I can't watch my boy die without a fight!”Sheraton widened her mouth to speak, then, within a split of seconds, swallowed hard with thick words clung to her tongue.A voice calmly mouthed from the atmosphere. “The Great Lord, please let's wait till at least thirty minutes of his kidnap. Once you make that phone call, Michael Scofield’s undercover would be blown, and the media would know he's linked with you.”Lucas held tight his gripping goosebumps and managed
The heavy gunshot birthed moments of gripping silence as seven bewildered faces irresistibly glanced at one another with mouths somewhat widening.It's been over thirty seconds, and no words, not even a scratch of the thick grasses, were perceived.Suddenly an uproar of intense laughter broke out like a troubling storm.“Hahaha!!!” All gang members barked out in severe chuckles and giggles with their hands held onto their stomachs.Michael, who had been holding firmly to the gripping laughter, couldn't help but widen his mouth and have it all gutted out.“OMG! You guys are excellent actors. At some point, I thought I was dealing with seasoned entertainers!”“I could bet that most eyewitnesses thought I was actually being kidnapped after the precise uppercut!” He gave in to more chuckling.“Haha! Richard? Was that gunshot necessary? You still haven't changed, still the same good actor right from college days!” Michael happily teased while the two embraced each other after long years of
***“Lucas! Fetch Great Lord a glass of water!”“Be fast!” Sheraton yelled with terrified bulging eyes.Lucas, one of the senior household staff, without further ado, sprinted towards the kitchen to do the needful, his heart racing with urgency.“Great Lord, please… breathe… try and breathe out,” she voiced out in gripping fear.Ten minutes ago, Sheraton stormed into the mansion to explain better about Michael's abduction as the Great Lord couldn't make sense of what she was spilling in the phone call.“My God! Please hold on Sir… Lucas has brought the water.”In great palpitations of the unprecedented negative news, Lord Eric's breath has been distorted for almost two minutes, his airflow and blood flow disrupted due to the shock of the kidnap.He managed to sip in half of the glass of water, followed by an exasperated sigh of sadness.“Oh, my boy. Do you think they had already killed him?” he mouthed from the deepest part of his heart, his veins quickly running cold.His question us