Susan Pablo was flipping through some documents while she read them. Once the door opened automatically she stared in the mirror to see it was Jamole.“Hi sweetheart,” Jamole greeted and when Susan gave him the cold shoulders it dawned on him she was pissed by something or someone perhaps him. “How is your day going?” he queried, rubbed her on the shoulders.Susan rolled her eyes at him, shrugged off his hands and wanted to ride away in her wheel chair, but Jamole held back the wheel chair, stopped her from making an inch.“Let me go. I am not in the mood for this,” she nagged and her face scowled irritatingly at her offender.The reason for the anger was that she received a debt alert for five hundred thousand dollars from VIP International Boutique. She was glad that finally her husband was out to spend on himself. But lo and behold the Jamole that just walked in was looking impoverished and ragged.“Why are you upset with me?” Jamole queried and squatted to her, , “Are you not happy
Ever since Jamole got into Roger’s office to tidy up the place Roger had been shouting at the tops of his voice, yelling and barking over the purchase of the acres of land in the Hinterlane without his permission.Stella had done her very best to calm the situation and put Roger in a better frame of mind. “You need to chin up, sweetie and stop shouting. Soon we will be in meeting with Susan Pablo and she will explain to us why a reputable real estate company as Swan will waste their funds on acres of land in the desert?” she quarreled.Jamole was by the corner dusting the wares and surfaces now. He pretended as though he knew nothing about it.Roger picked up a copy of the documents and pointed at it. “Take a look at this sweetie,” he pointed her attention to a clause, “the memo cites that the documents were signed and endorsed by the heir. This is the heir’s signature and this is Susan Pablo’s signature.” He pointed into the document and they stared keenly.Jamole bit his lower lip a
Stella’s pals were out to celebrate Stella’s 25th birthday at Sweeties Night club where Roger had decided to host her.This birthday was spectacular and full of caricature. To many guest it was a mere birthday but to Stella it was an opportunity to mock Jamole and rain praises on Roger.To Stella she was winning and Jamole was losing; if only she could see the fat cat Jamole had turn into and the horrible downfall Jamole was brewing for her, she wouldn’t dare mock her ex-husband.At the party ground she had Jamole’s picture and Roger’s picture on the wall. To Jamole’s picture she marked cancel and declared poverty-stricken and to Roger’s picture she marked good and declared wanted husband.The two pictures were hung in such a way that any onlooker could easily see them and jeer at Jamole’s picture.Roger James had dared to make her 25th day exceptional and was going to celebrate her with an outstanding gift.“Uh oh who do we have here?”That was the joyous voice of Stella who was hounde
Roger was well seated in his office, staring keenly at same documents when one of it caught his attention, and he raised a thick brow and took off his glasses.His gaze settled on the documents again before he stretched to the phone to invite Stella into his office.When Stella cat-walked into his office Roger brought to her attention the documents.“Have you seen this?” Roger pointed into the paper emphatically, “The sum of seven hundred thousand dollars was withdrawn for Swan’s vacation on a yacht,” his brow knitted once again as she focused on a clause, “Now I noticed something.”Stella leaned forward and peered at the documents to see that Roger was pointing at the signature of the same anonymous heir.“The anonymous heir again?” she asked and took off her glasses before sitting next to Roger, “This time around he decided the seven hundred thousand dollars, signed to it and granted it.”“Exactly what I am saying!” Roger clicked his fingers in affirmation, “This heir is active and
The door to Roger’s office was opened furiously and Stella barged in, her face clouded with thunderous looks and eyes reddened as scarlet. She was having handy a piece of paper.Roger was also having handy a piece of paper which he read on the desk. But as soon as Stella barged in he raised his gaze at her.“Have you seen the latest memo, sweetie?” she queried, took a sat and slammed the paper on the desk, before catching sight of the paper before Roger, “Oh I can see you are having same paper.”The looks on the face of Roger were more thunderous than that of Stella. His jaw went slack and two veins popped through his brow also his chin had turned pink.“I was about to visit your office and ask you same,” Roger replied, “Are you aware of this? Did you prepare this memo? What arrant nonsense is this?” Roger raised his voice.Stella’s gaze returned to the paper in her hold, “This is absolute rubbish and baseless. Who the hell does this heir thinks he is and what does he want from us?”A
Susan was all smiles and tonight she was looking exclusively beautiful because McDonald had decided to host her to a warm date.Before she drove down to the Spanish café for the date she had told her husband Jamole about McDonald’s intention to keep a date with her. Already Jamole had heard much about the proud McDonald who claimed to be the richest tycoon in New York and how much he disregarded the poor and his subjects.He had allowed Susan to honor the date so as to know McDonald’s intention for hosting her.McDonald was a famous billionaire and had the public’s respect for his net worth of ten billion dollars which was greater than that of Swan Pablo.Whereas Susan arrived at the Spanish café in a convoy of Lamborghini and Ferrari, McDonald arrived at the Antipolo airport in his private jet and then drove down to the cafe in Austin Martin,Upon arrival the Spanish café was crowded with personality. Soon all the customers dispersed save Susan who was feeling very much lonely now.An
Jamole was perched at the window when Susan Pablo drove into the compound, amidst screeching of tyres. When she was assisted into her wheel chair, he could see her face had gone crimson despite the dark hour of the night. He knew someone had rattled her cage; definitely it could be McDonald who pissed her off.The moment her security rode her into the sitting room, he hastened to her side to know what the problem was.“Good evening boss,” the security greeted and bowed to Jamole.“What happened to you sweetie?” he squatted to her and locked his palms into hers, “You don’t look excited. It is obvious you had a bad day at the Spanish café.”She swallowed hard and her lips curved in wrath. She excused herself by riding to the window so she could look out to the beauty of the night.Jamole followed her still hounding her with questions; he perceived he wasn’t the problem, but if indeed he was, she could at least talk to him.As though to infuse words into her mouth, he asked emphatically.
Neither Jamole nor his wife Susan expected to see Roger and Stella at the Swan’s villa on a crisp morning as this. When Jamole saw their SUV drive into the villa, he was shocked to his sole. He became tensed and wouldn’t want them to see him.His frown questioned his wife who wasn’t as tensed as he was.“Apologies for not informing you on time about their visit,” Susan said and noticed the mountain of warmth on his face.“Father told me the other day, they would be visiting but it escaped my mind to tell you.”Jamole was still perched at the window, staring at Roger and Stella as they were being led by the security into the villa.“It is okay,” replied Jamole , “I will be out of sight. None of them must know anything about me or see me in this villa.Susan stole a glance at Jamole as he hurriedly sneaked away, she sucked a deep breath as she looked forth to the day her husband would come out of his shell of disguise and reveal is true identity to everyone.Although Jamole’s decision to