If you should ask Susan what was the one thing she wished she could change it would be Jamole’s hidden identity. She couldn’t help seeing her husband being shouted upon and disgraced because he chose to disguise himself as a janitor.Her impatience was running out as wax and she wondered how much longer she was going to endure being seen as single and seeing Jamole being ordered around and manhandled as slave.This day Roger had come to pay her a visit in her office and before coming out to her office, Roger had ordered Jamole to ensure everywhere in her office was clean and dusted.But upon entering her office Roger stroked his finger across a desk and despite not seeing dust on his finger, the regional manager ordered that jamole should appear in their presence. Through grinned face Susan had watched Roger slap her husband twice.“Good for nothing janitor!” Roger barked and gazed down to Jamole who had squatted to nurse his chin. “Frankly speaking getting this unfortunate bastard emp
As soon as Jamole sneaked into the villa Susan questioned him, “For how long are we going to stay in the dark and keep the staff anxious and uncertain?” she rode her wheel chair toward her husband.Their gaze locked in tandem.“I hope you had a better day after the meeting?” Jamole asked, drifted to her corner, caught her face and pressed his lips on her forehead. “You look drawn and stressed out.”Susan quarreled. “I am supposed to look worse than this, dear. You are driving naught. How do I sit and watch those riffraff manhandle my husband all because he has chosen not to own up as the heir.”Jamole squatted to her. She snapped out of his gaze and averted her stare to the wall behind him. But he took her palm into his and petted her.“Tell me you are not enjoying this. I know what I am doing and I assure you with time they will suffer because I will get my pound of flesh. To some there is no heir to others you are the heir. Let that be their confusion. As a janitor, I will work smart
Stella stood aside, staring as Roger and a young man bargain over a sports car. It had been almost an hour now and the young man wasn’t saying anything meaningful.Just the other night Roger had told her in bed, he was going to sell one of his cars to have some money that could sustain them for the month since they put a hold on their salary. And Stella had advised him against selling any of his properties and that they would survive through any other possible means.“My wine shelf is empty. What about weekend clubbing? No food in the kitchen. Our menu is going to be wag. We need money,” Roger had protested and punched into the bed furiously, “Whosoever this heir is should know that he has ruined me,” he had nagged on.At dawn Stella was shocked when a young man drove into their compound to bargain for the price of a sports car most cherished by Roger.Stella could see the storm that rained in the eyes of Roger and she could tell all wasn’t going down well with him; inarguably the you
Jamole was able to access the loan for one hundred million dollars and his fear was that he used Swan Real Estate as collateral; he would lose the empire to Antipolo Central Bank should he fail to repay the loan and interest in five years.“Five years?” he resounded, staring at the agreement documents, “Lord I need a miracle. In five years I will become richer or poorer. I can’t afford to disappoint my wife and my father-in-law, also I need to avenge all that Roger and my ex-wife did to me and those that wrote me off.”His gaze came upon the C of O and the necessary documents of ownership of the ten thousand acres of land at the Acrid Forest. Soon after he accessed the loan he had contacted the sellers of the forest and made purchase for it.This would be his little secret. No one would know he bought the land.“I will be the richest ex-husband or die trying,” he mumbled under his breath and cast an inspective gaze on the documents once again. “No guts no glory,” he added.***Jade ha
Roger was busy flipping through some documents when Stella cat-walked into his office, having some documents handy.“Morning sweetie,” she greeted and came over to brush cheeks with him, “How was your night?” she asked, and slumped in the swivel chair opposite.“Horrible,” replied Roger, swinging around and forcing a smile.Countless nights he had pondered over the heir and his identity.Just like he had always thought that there was no heir anywhere he was beginning to see the activeness of an heir now.Roger and Stella placed the papers on their desk in tandem. “Did you get the warning letter from the heir?” Roger asked and stole a glance into Stella’s paper to see it was same letter.“Yes, I did,” she replied, “A warning letter from the heir? The bastard is threatening to seize our next salary if we don’t produce clients who will patronize Swan. Can you imagine the nonsense?Roger sighed and took off his glasses. “I don’t want to imagine the nonsense anymore because it is already gi
Jamole and Susan sat to a table of spicy pasta for dinner.Dinner had never been so quiet and boring. And all the while Susan stole a glance at his face; she perceived the sullen look on his face was for her.She never doubted it because she had spoken to him rudely the other day when Jamole showed interest in the Acrid Forest. Although she had appreciated herself for stopping him from buying the forest yet she felt she had overreacted and should have accorded him the respect that was due him as the heir and her husband.“Apologies for the way I spoke to you the other day,” her voice was soft as silk and enduring. Right now she struggled to lock gaze with her husband.Meanwhile Jamole was swallowed in the thought of her reaction if she should find out he used the Swan Real Estate as collateral in the hundred million dollars loan he took from Antipolo Bank.Jamole forced a smile, “Apologies accepted. Although you overreacted yet I wouldn’t blame you because you are not a stranger but my
Stella’s office hadn’t been so dirty; recently she had started littering her office so irritably that Jamole got confused about where to start cleaning.When Jamole opened the door, he met her answering a phone call and he perceived she was on a call with one of her pals who could be probably be Zara Wayne, Vivan Thompson or Kennedy John,Hell quenching, Jamole would also make those pals of hers pay for every time they mocked him; for every tear that leaked through his cloudy eyes.“Good morning , boss,” Jamole greeted, his gaze lowered and his grin held.He just had to greet her to accord her the respect that was due her, even when she wasn’t on calls she had neither returned the compliment, let alone now she was on call.Jamole stood and gaped at the littering all over the office. He shut his eyes and raised his gaze at the ceiling. His heart burnt with so much hurt. From the moment he decided to disguise, he had prepared for shitty attitude as this.Promptly with his breath held, he
“Bad girl!” Vivan called from the others side. “So where is your ex-husband now?” she asked yet further.“Hmmm Vivian, you won’t believe it if I tell you the shameless pauper is now a janitor in my office…”“Are you kidding me? What the hell! Is he that shameless? Why did he get a job at Swan?”Jamole grinned and bowed. “I am done, boss. I will be gone,” he said gently.Stella rolled her eyes at him, hissed and ordered, “Take your smelling self out of my office.”Jamole swallowed his pride, bowed and left like a bat from hell. He leaned on the door, let a breath of relief and listened to the rest of their conversation.“Oh my gosh. Indeed Jamole is a fool,” Vivian cursed“In fact he just finished cleaning my office now,” said Stella, “Trust me I am going to use him until he regrets ever coming to Swan Real Estates.”“Does he think that Swan Real Estate is Municipal Post Office where paupers work? Or doesn’t he know that you work at Swan Group?” Vivian asked amidst laughter.Stella stro