“Whatever job he came for is granted,” Susan said.“What!” Stella and Roger exclaimed in tandem.Roger was infuriated but Stella was more infuriated. When they got back to their office it was nagging all through the day.“Dear can you imagine what our boss just did out there, she just employed my ex-husband as our janitor. Light and darkness have nothing in common. He is darkness and I am light. He should just give way. I don’t want him closer to me.” Stella fumed, her face crimson, and she paced up and down the office, her arms on the waist.Roger sighed and forced a smile. “You don’t have to get walked up, my dear. Since Susan Pablo has decided to employ your ex-husband, we are going to rubbish him until he finds Swan Real Estate unfavorable.”Stella tossed her head in irritation. “Do you think we can ever make this company uncomfortable for that dirty man, huh? Not only is he comfortable with poverty, also nothing seems to shame him. Come on, how can I be sharing roof with my ex-hus
“This is unbelievable,” Susan remarked as she flipped through the documents which Jamole presented, “When did you discover this?” she queried and slammed the documents on the desk.Jamole’s eyes lit with indignation and chin pulled down with smile. “Yesterday while I was dusting the window pane at the penthouse I overheard him discuss over the phone about the sales of the land which he plans not to remit to Susan.Susan scowled her face. “This is ridiculous. I wonder how long he has been doing this fraud behind us. Roger James is as old as this company. When my father founded Swan Real Estate, Roger was the first staff he employed…” suddenly she broke down in tears.Jamole drifted to her side and rubbed her on the shoulders, “Be of good cheer, sweetie. Perk up dear. You don’t have to cry especially now I am involved.” He squatted to her. “You see this is the reason I decided to disguise as a janitor. If I reveal my true identity now they will withdraw their arsenal and even elope out o
Jamole was in the dress room at the office, getting ready to carry out his duty when the door creaked . Through the mirror in front he could see it was Andre.“You know you don’t belong here,” Andre said, pulling out his sneakers and T-shirt from a bag. “Rich kids like us who have earned enough money from our hustle belong here. Swan Real Estate is not for failures and paupers like you.”Jamole breathed uneasily, dimmed his eyes at him and continued with what he was doing. There was no need revealing to this hater his true identity. But for sure he owed Andre a dose of his vengeance and as for the day he would reveal his true identity to him, he couldn’t just wait for it.Once Jamole turned around to reply him, a pair of sneakers was hurled at him. Jamole lowered his gaze into his arms. The sneakers almost hit him in the eyes but luckily enough they hit his nose.“Pig!” Andre cursed and chuckled in mockery. “You have the nerves to talk back at me, huh? How much do you have, dirty Munic
“Welcome boss!”“Welcome boss!”The securities scattered all over the terraced villa greeted Susan Pablo once the door to her Ferrari opened. And as usual they helped her into her wheel chair.All the while Jamole was peeping at her from their bedroom. He had told her the other day he had taken upon himself the responsibility of putting her in the wheelchair and riding her around. “The securities shouldn’t be doing my job,” Jamole had told his wife.But right about now he couldn’t go out to do what he had promised her a few days ago; he had bled profusely through his nose and jade had really been helpful by giving him first aid before rushing him to the hospital.He wanted to stay out of sight until his broken nose healed.But right now he had business to discuss with her. He didn’t want to get his wife upset by revealing to her that that Andre was responsible for his broken nose.The day before Jamole disguised as a janitor, Susan had nagged about the embarrassment and hurt she woul
Although Jamole had cleaned and attended to Roger’s office yet he wondered why Roger demanded for his presence. He had decided to limit his presence at Roger’s office since he had planted a secret camera to monitor Roger and his ex-wife, Stella.“The Halloween is forth coming, dear.” Roger said to Stella and once he perceived Jamole at the door, he gestured at Stella to come over and sit on his lap.Jamole heaved on the door and upon seeing them in such position he knew this was the reason Roger demanded for him, otherwise he wondered why he would demand for a second cleaning.Usually whenever Jamole resumed work, he would clean up his office and that of Stella and serve them coffee. He had done all of that and right about now he knew Roger invited him over just to make jest of him and rub it on his face.Stella leaned forward and stamped a kiss on Rogers’s lips. “Yes darling and I know what my boss can do.” She stole a glance at Jamole to see the reaction on his face before she added,
“How dare you stain my sleeves and tuxedo?” he barked and started squeezing out of them. “I need a replacement. They are worth a hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”Jamole shut his eyes while his arm remained on his chin.“If only Susan Pablo had listened we wouldn’t have employed this embodiment of poverty whose cooperate life is not close to middling!” Stella bit out. . “I wonder who invited this kitten to Swan Real Estate. He should have remained at the Municipal Post Office!” her voice rang out.Roger was red on the face, and was done taking off his sleeves and tuxedo. Angry, he tossed them on the face of Jamole.“I am sure your generation has not worn sleeves and tuxedo before. The opportunity to wear them has come but not without a replacement.” He stretched his briefcase and took out a new pack of shirt and squeezed into it. “I need a replacement in less than forty eight hours! If I don’t get them, be prepared to lose your job.”Jamole wasn’t done nursing his chin and this time
From time immemorial VIP International Boutique had been the destination for money bags and fat cats in Antipolo. It was a fashion home where the poor were never found because of the unscrupulous prices of commodities there, also it was here the moguls of this world often came to do their shopping so no poor personality was found there.As Jamole came down from his scooter he gazed upon the boutique with amazement grazing his face. He was one of the admirers of VIP International Boutique and earlier in his life he had agreed he would never be found in such a fashion home.Until now he never belonged there.In fact he was one of the those who regarded the boutique as a yardstick for the wealthy and if someone deemed himself wealthy and never visited the boutique then such a fellow wasn’t actually wealthy.But today the story had changed and a new chapter opened for him. He couldn’t believe he was the one standing before the famous boutique today. He smiled cheek to cheek as he gestured
Jamole who was still infuriated as gazed upon his band of security with disdain, “You shouldn’t have come for me. I am fine. As you can see although this bunch of riffraff has stopped me from entering, but trust me I have got his under control…”He was yet speaking when the sales manager interrupted him and bowed, “No boss, apologies for being such an ass. We never knew who you were, boss. Apologies…”He snapped at them. “It is because you are stupid!” Jamole sighed and snarled at them, “Let me enlighten your foolishness. I am Jamole Cadry, son-in-law to Swan Pablo and the apparent heir to Swan Real Estate.Already the securities at VIP International Boutique had bowed to Jamole. But this time Jamole introduced himself they couldn’t help to shiver and grumble under their breath.“We are very sorry boss.” One of the securities apologized , “Never have we thought you were rich let alone heir apparent to the Swan Real Estate. But you never mentioned it to us, boss.”“You keep shut!” the