For a time that seemed eternal, Kennedy stood staring thoughtfully at the letter which was handed over to him by the manager of Antipolo Airport.“Excuse me, sir. I have been a staff of this airport for ten years now and there has never been a day it was recorded that I misbehaved or exempted from duty. I have shown reserved dedication to my job and kept the policies of the organization. Please sir, may I know what I did to deserve this sack?” Kennedy queried softly.The airport manager, a chubby Indian whose face rarely smiled, tossed his head and replied Kennedy, “Everyday we wake up to new policies and advancement. Antipolo Airport has been privatized and Swan Group has bought more than ninety percent of its shares. Right now we are at the mercy of Jamole Cadry, the CEO of Swan Group.”?Kenndy raised a thick brow, “Jamole Cadry? I know Jamole Cardry. He is the ex-husband to my girlfriend, Stella and he knows me too.”The Indian shot a knitted brow at Kennedy to believe he was bluf
Stella sat at the back seat with the twin babies in her hold while the taxi drove across the road until it sped into the slums in Antipolo. She had gotten the actual address of Anderson and decided to return the twin babies to him.Soon the taxi drove with the direction of the address which Stella had and when they got confused they paused to ask a resident.“Hey, please where does Anderson Peters live?” Stella asked.“Anderson Peters? Oh you mean the alcoholic and gambler?” the young man described precisely.And Stella scowled her face because she was hurt by those descriptions of Anderson, a man that would be father to these twins.“You may have to drive a little more. After the last palm tree, the thatched house by your left is his. I can see you are his wife or baby mama. Which are you? Are these his twin babies?” the young man queried anxiously.“None of your business!” Stella boomed, “Drive on,” she commanded the driver.To her dismay, the taxi stopped at the thatched house and
Heavy voices of excited men and ladies hung hugely over Jamole’s house. Today was the 24th birth day party of his adorable wife, Stella Pitcher and although she had hinted him about it a few nights ago, yet he was still lost in his gloom due to what she demanded for a birthday gift.Nights on end Jamole had been nagged by countless nightmares over thought of meeting her demand. He barely could provide a proper square meal for Stella so he wondered what would inspire his elegant wife to demand for an Arabic Coral Gold Ring.He didn’t know the worth of the gold ring but with the few celebrities he had seen donning it, he knew it wasn’t a piece of cake.With his oversized shoes which had its sole gaping at the ceiling and his I-was-white T-shirt over bottom-patched pants, he was all ready for work but without the audacity to go to his wife in the sitting room to demand for ten dollar which was his transport fare to work.The merriment continued in a very thumping manner and they were abo
Tossing his head painfully, Jamole mumbled within himself, “Would there be a time when Stella and her boss would regret what they just did to me?”He stood in the middle of the road, collapsed under the pounds of his ill fate and came upon his wobbly knees. At the time his sweaty palms had dented the divorce papers with dirt. He needed to affix his signature on it to legally seal up the divorce between him and Stella.From deep down his lovelorn, catastrophic soul, he intoned, “Soon you will regret it, Stella,” “Where do I go from here now?” he mumbled within himself, still on his knees and not regarding the onlookers who could probably be investigating the misery which had robbed him of the iota of peace in his mind.He shot a gloomy gaze at the woolly sky above before gazing at himself from head to toes; Stella had proven to be the man in this marriage; he had to prove her wrong.“So because I couldn’t afford a gold ring early enough she found it pertinent to cheat on me with her bo
When he arrived at the municipal post office complex he was already gasping for breath and sweating like a pig.His wife that used to assist him with transport fare had divorced him and life seemed to be throwing at him now.About drifting to the dress room to change into his uniform and resume cleaning, his boss’s beaming voice caught him. “Jamole! You are late again. You rotten maggot!” he cursed. Dean Bur was his boss, a tall, strong featured man who humiliated him at any slightest chance.“What do you have to say about this Jamole?” he pointed around the dirty complex, “The whole place is messed up over the weekend. I expected you to resume on time and clean up before customers would start coming.” He was almost raising his voice. “I need explanations, fool.”Jamole raised his gaze and raised a pitiable, sullen brow. “Apologies, boss. I shouldn’t have come late. It …it,” he stuttered, “It is just that I have unsolved problems with my wife, who deprived me my transport fare that is
“Jamole.” Susan called in like manner, letting a contagious smile deck her face.Jamole was still star-struck; his weight heaved on his knees and he suddenly realized his legs couldn’t carry his body anymore.“Who is she? Who is Susan for Christ sake?” who did I propose marriage to?”Millions of such questions hovered in his thought as he stared engagingly at Susan who was being ridden in her wheel chair by her security.“Susan!” Jamole called once more through teary tone, “Is this really you? What is happening?”He needed to ask such questions because Susan wasn’t just looking dashing but glamorous and charming than any country side celebrity. Unlike the other day when he met her begging in her wheel chair, looking all dirty, smelling and unkempt.She had her French hair made into a ponytail. Her dress was mini gown from the royalty fashion style. The diamond bracelet and necklace that wound round her neck and wrist were worth one million dollars.“Who the hell is Susan?” a thoughtful
Jamole kept pinching himself just to be sure he wasn’t dreaming. Swan Pablo kept ringing in his head and he began to recall all about Swan Pablo.Swan Pablo was the richest tycoon in Antipolo who had avarice of group of companies in real estate. He was the CEO of the prestigious Swan Real Estates and a few months ago he was worth two billion dollars. Swan Pablo was a fat cat everyone wanted to reckon with.Anitpolo never knew much about Swan’s private life and family even everyone thought he never had family. And never in Jamole’s life had he thought the disable girl he proposed marriage to was Swan’s daughter and only child.“I am Susan Pablo, my dear,” Susan intoned, all smiles, as she sat next to Jamole in the Lamborghini.“Oh my God! So this is true. What is about happening to me? What fate is about to befall me? Susan Pablo? Swan Pablo’s daughter?” Jamole sounded in his mind.Seeing the cloud of surprise on his face, Susan explained yet further, “As a matter of fact I am the only
For over thirty minutes Jamole sat behind closed doors with Susan as he perused through the documents. And he stared at the documents and the information therein.He couldn’t believe his eyes. Swan Real Estates Group covered a wide array of real estates in England, America, Philippine and Spain. With over ten thousand houses and five hundred acres of land.“There we are Jamole,” Susan slammed a document into her palms. Flipped through them and pointed into it, “You know, father being industrious has always admired the hospitality industry. But unfortunately his sickness couldn’t let him do that. This is just the master plan for his hospitality business.”“If I work harder with the best team I can help him bring that to pass, dear,” Jamole replied. “Right now I am no only serving as your husband but heir to the Swan group. I promise to make your family proud and double the total net worth of the group in the shortest time.”Susan shook her head in confirmation as she flipped through mor