Jamole was sipping his wine and reminiscing on what he saw earlier today at the office, when a security knocked on his door and walked in.After bowing to him, the security said, “Boss your wife demands to have a word with you. She wants to know if you are in a good mood to be with her.”Turning to the security, Jamole replied through forced smiles, “Let her in.”The security bowed and left only to return later with Susan in a wheelchair.“Greetings my beloved husband,” she said coldly.The kissing she had with Roger earlier today still hung in her mind and she argued if her husband was going to take it lightly. She had come to apologize and let Jamole know that she would be backing out of this vengeance of his.She wouldn’t want to hurt Jamole in anyway.“Sweetie,” she called, “I am sorry for what happened today. It wasn’t intentional. I never wanted to kiss him. He forced himself on me and before I could know…”Jamole interrupted her with, “Shhh,” He shut her up with his finger on he
Roger swirled around in his swivel chair as impatience hung in his eyes. Looking upon him one could tell he was full of wrath. A sizable letter was on the table and he couldn’t wait to hand it over to Jamole.Jamole reported to his office and bowed to him after greeting.“Boss, you sent for me,” he said and stole a glance at him.Without muttering much, Roger handed him the letter and thickened the frown on his face as Jamole opened the letter to read.“Suspension?” Jamole sounded and dragged a brow, “What did I do to deserve two months suspension, boss?”Shooting his furious eyes at him, Roger fumed, “So you have the guts to stand there and ask me what you did , huh? It is obvious your poverty has affected your sanity that you can’t reason like a normal human being anymore.”Jamole shrugged and jerked his head. “I still don’t get it boss. What do you mean? I go about my activities and always punctual. What is it that I did wrong that warrants me to be sent on suspension?”“Do I need
Jades’ face housed thunder and brimstone as he handed the letter over to Andre who couldn’t stop reading it repeatedly.Andre was shocked as Jade and couldn’t believe what Jade brought upon himself.Jade nagged on. “What sort of boss is this? Roger is a wicked, mean man. What did I do to deserve this? What evil did I commit to get this backlash from him?Andre replied, “It is because you wouldn’t listen and mind your business. If you had focused on yourself and allowed Jamole to go on suspension, perhaps Roger wouldn’t have given you suspension.”Jade interposed him with a sigh, “This is unheard of. How can Roger give me two months suspension just because I came to plead on behalf of Jamole? Does it sound professional?”Andre burst into a brief laughter. “Keep speaking English. This is what you get when you associate yourself with an ill-fated, poverty-stricken, janitor like Jamole. Now you can see the reason I hate him and wouldn’t want to associate with him…”Jade fumed, “What arrant
“What is this? Two months suspension?” Susan beamed once she took the letter from Jamole. “What do you intend to do now? Do you want to observe it or should I reject it on your behalf?”Jamole stretched out his arms while a servant placed a hot cup of coffee in his hand.He chuckled, “I would love to observe it. I want to give Roger the impression that he is powerful in this company. If you reject it he may suspect us so don’t reject it.”Jamole pulled out another envelope from his pocket. “This is the one you will reject. He also gave Jade two months suspension for protesting in my favor. Jade must not go on that suspension. Tomorrow confront the bastard and reject it,” his voice beamed.Susan smiled briefly, okay, I will sweetie,: she replied and then took out a document from her briefcase.Jamole watched her keenly as the glow on her face disappeared for frown.“I need explanation for this, darling. You never told me you took loan from Antipolo Central Bank. What did you use the loa
When Jamole rode his scooter to Antipolo Central Bank he caught the attention of onlookers with his ragged looks but no one could imagine such a poverty-looking chap was the apparent heir to Swan Group.The anonymous heir in flesh and blood!Customers around scoffed at him as he walked into the elevator.All the while he had been praying inwardly for Zara not to set eyes on him, since Zara was a staff of Antipolo Central Bank, he wouldn’t want her to see him around.He would want to avoid any form of suspicion, because he wasn’t through with his vengeance.Once he got off the elevator, he met a large crowd at the bank hall and he stared around for Zara but didn’t see her.He caught sight of the spot with a tag; Bulk Payment For Vip and he knew this was the last spot he visited the last time he came.Already one of the securities in the bank had notice him and couldn’t stop staring irritatingly at his horrible, unkempt looks.Promptly he started walking towards the VIP spot. “Excuse me!
Zara was having lunch at the restaurant in the Antipolo Bank. The very accountant that attended to Jamole happened to be her close colleague in the office.All the while Zara ate quietly she noticed splotches of blush smeared the face of the accountant and she wondered what could be responsible for the smile on her face.“Hey, I have been staring at you,” Zara intoned, “Why are you all smiles. You are excited in a remarkable way today. I guess your boyfriend has proposed to you.”The accountant gulped her drink. “Who wouldn’t feel the way I do after getting to meet with the heir to Swan Group…”Zara paused eating her food, and gaped at her. She raised a perplexed brow and left her table for the accountant’s.“What did you just say?” she demanded and peered at her, “Who did you see today?”Grinning ear to ear, the accountant replied, “The heir to Swan Group, I mean the multibillion Swan Group, came visiting the bank today.”Zara replied hastily, “Do you mean Anderson Peters visited all
Jamole and Susan were having breakfast when a reminder jumped into the mind of Susan.“Yeah honey I got business that may interest you. The government of Antipolo is offering to sell the building of Metropolis Post Office. Their agent visited me at the office yesterday, so I guess you will be interested.”Once Jamole heard Metropolis Post Office, he smiled in wrath and jerked his head, “I am interested,” he replied and perched at his smile.“They are willing to sell it for $1 billion. If you beat price with them they could sell it for $ 900 million.”“Deal,” Jamole replied and couldn’t stop smiling. “I will go right away.Shortly afterwards, Susan left for work.Jamole invited his costumier and stylist who donned him in expensive exquisite tuxedo, blazers and diamond necklace on his neck; his hair was packed into a ponytail.“Dean Bur,” he mumbled within himself as they decorated him, “Here I come.”This time around he needed to look good because Dean Bur, his former boss, at the Metro
Jamole perched under a shabby thatched tent on the street begging passers-by. He was looking more unkempt than he was.A few passers-by tossed some coins at him while some other passers-by rained abuses on him.Painfully, almost all day Jade had been on the lookout for Jamole. An idea came to mind to consider Andre’s words and search for Jamole on the street.The moment he alighted from the cab, a few poles away, sitting under a shabby tent was an unkempt, young man whose resemblance wasn’t far from Jamole’s.“Hey! Jay! Jay!” Jade called audibly, waiting impatiently to cross over.Jamole was busy begging passers-by and yearning for the attention of a few stingy ones, when Jade appeared in front of him.“Jamole?” he called.“Jade!” Jamole pretentiously called and raked fingers down his long hair.Shaking his head in pity Jade lamented, “Has it gotten to this now? What are you doing here?” he surged closer and squatted to him.Jamole forced a smile on his face, “Welcome to my humble hom