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
Stella was busy with her desk top upstairs when she heard the guzzling sound of a car outside. She peeped through to see it was none other than Roger James, who was alighting form a cab.She sucked a breath of relief and opened her heart to welcome him and the good news he had returned with. Roger had availed himself the opportunity to witness the forum of heirs in New York. He wasn’t supposed to be there, but because they wanted to know who was the heir to Swan Real Estate Roger had to gate crash. A warm smile on her face was what she intended to welcome him with. But the thunderous looks on the face of Roger ruined it once he walked in and flung his briefcase to the sofa.“How did it go, darling?” she was forced to ask him a question she wanted to ask while in bed. “Any good news? Do we know who the heir is now?” her questions came rapidly.Roger was more than drawn and exhausted; this time around not that he over worked himself but he was disappointed. He never expected to see Susa
One thing that Stella didn’t know about Roger James was that he was ambitious, and nothing could stop him from his quest for power and wealth not even the thighs of all the pretty girls in Antipolo could stop him.For the first time in their relationship, Stella was sleeping alone. While she stayed up all night brooding over Roger’s sudden change of character, Roger stayed all night brooding over wooing Susan Pablo so he could become the heir to Swan Group.At dawn Roger had a quick wash and got ready for work. He just gulped a hot black coffee and that was enough. When he heard the sound of shuffling walker at the corridor, he perceived it was Stella and she was coming to invite him to the dining.The door creaked and Stella’s make-over face peered through the door. “Good morning sweetie. Oh you are ready for work.” She walked in, looking stylish and charming in her red mini gown which she intentionally wore to appease the only man in her life.“As you can see,” Roger replied coldly
The smile on the face of Swan Pablo was second to none as he gazed upon Roger James who came to pay him a courtesy visit in his sick bed.Roger had thought about paying his soon-to-be father-in-law a visit, which could trigger his intention to marry Susan Pablo and become the heir. Delay was dangerous. Recently Antipolo was becoming the destinations of gold diggers who could charm Susan and marry her…He wasn’t going to hesitate any longer. He had dreamt about greater ambitions and achieved them; being the heir to Swan Group was an ambition worth dying for.“Boss I decided to check on you just to know how you are fairing,” said Roger before he stooped between his legs , dug his hand into his briefcase and brought out a sizeable box. “I thought it wise to get you something nice for your quick recovery.” He stood up, bowed as he gave the lustrous box to Swan.Swan was already astonished as he settled his anxious gaze on the box. “You shouldn’t have bothered yourself, my regional manager.
At dawn Susan expected to wake by the side of her husband, Jamole but instead a nice aroma shot into her nostrils.“Morning, sweetie,” Jamole greeted cheerfully, his gaze peered down to the tray of dishes in his hands. “Nice morning for my sweetie. Look what we have here, darling…”Susan who was done yawning and stretching, cast an inspective stare at the dishes. “Hmmm, hummy, what do we have here?” she opened the dishes one after the other. “My favorite,” she sounded after sharing a stare across the mushroom soup and wheat.Jamole smiling cheek to cheek, intoned, “Yes, dear. Breakfast is best enjoyed hot and in bed, so I decided to make it up to you.” He laid the dish on the stool beside her; “what if I feed you…” he took a spoonful and fed her.Susan shut her eyes while she masticated; she was breathless as she hummed all through. “This is sumptuous. The chefs are doing greatly these days.” She beckoned on him to fetch her more spoonful. “This is delicious. I have never had it this w
Jamole had come very much early to work. Having sensed that his bully was fond of resuming late, he decided to make it to work early enough so that by the time Andre would resume he would have been out of sight.He had escaped other days, ever since he seized Andre’s salary and increased that of Jade and his. He had been expecting Andre to confront him and bully him for being opportune to reap of the salary increment.But Andre would never know Jamole was the one who seized his salary; even Jamole was out to pour more vengeance on him. The hold on his salary was just a tip of the ice berg.Today he had almost escapade Andre; about walking out of the dress room, behold a thick, annoying voice beamed from behind.“Hey, poor kitten, hold it!” his sneakers hissed across the tiled floor as he surged closer to his prey.Hesitated, Jamole came to a quick halt, molded a fist, with his back still turned at Andre. This time his eyes were shut and with the echoing silence that hung over them, he
Often a time Jamole would ride his scooter to the pedestrian bridge, park at a corner and watch the beggars under the bridge solicit for money. And once in a while he would smile especially after gazing upon the very spot he bumped into Susan and proposed marriage to her.He would shake his head pitiably and look up the sky, wondering if he was dreaming or not; he couldn’t believe a marriage proposal he made to a cripple girl in a wheel chair changed his life for the better.With arms folded, he studied the disable beggars with keen eyes and he looked forth to the day he would take them off the street and add meaning to their lives for the sake of his wife.He couldn’t wait for such a day to come; he wouldn’t want to do it now; it was a selfless service that would always court the attention of the public, especially the media so he would want to execute it when he must have revealed his true identity.About sitting on his scooter to ride home, one of the beggars, a young man who was la