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Standing at the balcony with a glass of wine in his hands, appreciating the beauty of nature was Mr. Mayonnaise, his house have a beautiful view from up the stairs. There, he stood, sipping his wine as seconds kept ticking into minutes and hours. A lot was on his mind. He held the cigarette in his left hand as he dropped the wine on the stool behind him. He picked his phone and made some calls after which, he gave a meaningful smile.“ Father! What do you think of the propose Andrew,made yesterday?”Sylvester, asked his Father, as he walked to meet him in the balcony.“He hasn't made any propose. The only one he made,he has fulfilled and the rest I wasn't satisfied with but…”“What is the matter?” questioned Sylvester, intently.“You have to resume work today let's surprise him.”“What? But, you said, he hasn't fulfilled his …”“Have some wisdom. Can't you see the handwriting on the wall? Won't you just listen carefully? I wonder, but that's why you are being defeated in life.”“Fathe
Standing at the balcony with a glass of wine in his hands, appreciating the beauty of nature was Mr. Mayonnaise, his house have a beautiful view from up the stairs. There, he stood, sipping his wine as seconds kept ticking into minutes and hours. A lot was on his mind. He held the cigarette in his left hand as he dropped the wine on the stool behind him. He picked his phone and made some calls after which, he gave a meaningful smile.“ Father! What do you think of the propose Andrew,made yesterday?”Sylvester, asked his Father, as he walked to meet him in the balcony.“He hasn't made any propose. The only one he made,he has fulfilled and the rest I wasn't satisfied with but…”“What is the matter?” questioned Sylvester, intently.“You have to resume work today let's surprise him.”“What? But, you said, he hasn't fulfilled his …”“Have some wisdom. Can't you see the handwriting on the wall? Won't you just listen carefully? I wonder, but that's why you are being defeated in life.”“Fathe
Andrew,went shopping,and got the necessary things for Tricia, before he returned to work. Earlier in the morning, Maryanne, already sent him the doctor's report for Alex, Andrew, was greatly moved seeing the boy has such problem. He felt his mind going out of place.He sat still, looking at the bunch of papers on his desk while he thought of how much pain Alex, might be going through. He hated himself for not knowing so much about that. He believed to have loved his wife and cared for his son, working endlessly to give them a life, but, he never knew his son has such chronic sickness.“Maybe, I was really wrong. I was wrong big time.”He said to himself, running his hands roughly through his hair.He stood and stared at the window, before staring back at his phone to see the report.He began, thinking of ways to compensate Alex, of not Maryanne, because, even Maryanne, had done him wrong too. He thought of getting Alex, to live with him, while he takes care of everything, but,that did
“Sir, welcome!” Tricia, quickly, greeted immediately, Andrew, came inside. He waved at her and retired to his room, while Tricia, set the dining table. In the room, Andrew, sat under the shower for an hour and half wondering about the nasty things going on in his life. He seem to be too nice to these people and the earliest he deals with them the better for him. He wouldn't allow Sylvester, nor his father bother him so much, so, he waved their thoughts away and wore his clothes moving straight to the dining table. “Life is comfortable here I can sense it.” Tricia, mentioned and Andrew, smiled inwardly while Sir LED, nodded. “Are you okay sir?” she asked in great concern “Yes!” he answered and dished the pasta into his plate and Tricia,smiled. “I may not know how to cook delicious food like yours, but, I tried my best I hope you like it.” She said, gracefully with reverence in her tone and Sir LED, smiled. It's being great having someone like Tricia, around him, especially in t
Andrew, blew the smoke straight into her face and Maryanne, struggled to cough out the toxic smell she has inhaled.“Isn't that you Andrew? Please have mercy and save me.”Tears dropped down her eyes and Andrew, was surprised. All the years he has been with Maryanne, he bet to have never seen her shed a tear. A real tear maybe, she is faking it again. But, that's not his concern, because, he won't let her rule his heart anymore.“Remove the blindfold.”He commanded and one of the men, standing beside him, took the blindfold away from Maryannne eyes and she looked around in surprise the place she was, is a very different area with the temperature different from what she is used to.“Andrew!” she called again, this time really disappointed, she couldn't believe it was really Andrew, and he kept her mute all along without trying to save her.“Save your thoughts. You have to save yourself the stress of thinking much. I will rescue you from these people if you provide them the information
Andrew, drove quietly through their way home as the news kept ringing that he had kidnapped his cook. He was so angry that he drove the car at high speed. “Slow down a bit sir.” Gapore, interfered and Andrew, smirked bitterly. He didn't think there's anything to do anymore, it felt like he should shut the mouth of all the people giving fake news. But, if he tries to talk them into money, they will think he is truly guilty. “Sir, may I say something?” Gapore, asked and Andrew, asked him to go ahead. “Sir, I'm not convinced lady Maryanne, has a hand in this crime. She has…” “You do not know how well i know Maryanne, she might be hiding a lot of things. But, either way, if she isn't a part of this crime, she is connected to it and that means, she will suffer a bit even though, she isn't the mastermind behind this crime.” He spoke and paused. Gave a deep smile then continued. “She was after all involved and after now, she will run far away from me.” “Mr. Mayonnaise, can be playin
“Andrew, how miserable do you want Maryanne and Alex,to be before you support them? What are you doing in my mansion isn't your wife and son in the hospital?”Mr. Marvin, walked down majestically, asking those questions to Andrew.“Hospital huh? Wife? Ohh goodness! I do not have a son in this life time.”“Let's forget these old stories and stop going around matters like little children. What brought you here? Hope Alex, is doing great?”Mr. Marvin, questioned Andrew, who stared daggers at him. It annonyed him to what extent Mr. Marvin,is faking this. It is so tempting to his spirit, because, he would pick up a gun and kill the damn man.“Why pretend like you don't know? Why did you choose to do something as cheap as this?” He questioned him and Mr. Marvin, was taken aback. He couldn't place a finger to anything he is talking about.“Pearl, did you welcome him with liquor?”“I didn't. I can't stand a dog as he.” Pearl, insulted and Andrew balled his fist.“You liars! You want to ridi
Andrew, got home raging in great annoyance, he couldn't come to the fact that for the second time, Mr. Marvin, had raised his hands on him. He threw his briefcase and forcefully, loosen his tie and just as he was about to pull off his shirt, a knock came from the door.“Sir, a mess…”“Please, Tricia, come back later.”He said to her in annoyance and quickly, he went under the shower to cool off his brains. “Alright.” She nodded painfully, she felt bad being rejected the freedom to speak on two occasions by Andrew, and she felt bad seeing him in this condition she felt if there's anything she could do to help him, she would.At the hospital, it was announced to Mrs. Felicia, that Mr. Marvin had a rise in his blood pressure and it's at his critical state. Earlier on, the family had kept it a secret about his health condition because, they want him to keep being the president of the company, where he was assigned to. He also has a heart disease which is already at it's critical state.