Jamole was all ready in his uniform as a Janitor. After Roger’s warning to him the other time, he had decided to go and clean up his office on time before his arrival.About rushing through the corridor, Andre caught sight of him early enough so he intentionally bumped into him.And when he did, the dirty fowl water in his hand left his arm and splashed on Jamole.“What the hell is wrong with you, poverty-stricken? Is it that you are blind or you don’t see at 8 AM?” he snarled at Jamole and advanced toward him.At the time Jamole was absolutely drenched by the fowl water; his white jumpsuit was stained now and he stared down to his legs with disdain and fury. His face went crimson, he boiled with retaliation and right about now he felt like punching his offender.He just couldn’t help getting physical with this guy called Andre but each time he remembered who he was he felt a restraint.“But I didn’t bump into you,” Jamole protested, “I was walking this path when you bumped into me. Lo
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
“What the hell is wrong with this foolish janitor?” Stella barked as she ran her finger across the desk and swivel chairs to see dark dust. She was ninny at that. She drifted to the phone line and punched into it furiously.As soon as a voice came on the other side, she ranted, “Could you please fetch me that stupid Jamole now!” she hung up and shot furious, anxious gaze at the door, waiting for Jamole to appear.She caught sight of a cup of coffee very closely; she had mastered her reaction upon catching sight of Jamole, an ex-husband she despised with her last breath.Once the door creaked and Jamole walked in, she grasped the cup of coffee and poured the hot content on him.“Shit!” Jamole exclaimed very lucky enough that the hot coffee escaped his face but his chest and stomach didn’t make it. It burnt him so severally that he almost stripped.“You should have remained at your Municipal Post Office and never showed up your ugly face at Swan Real Estate!”Stella ranted and raised her
When Andre and Jade caught sight of Jamole’s teary face, Andre was thrown into an engaging laughter which made Jade to wonder what could be his reason for laughing at Jamole.When Jamole drew closer, Jade saw the blotches of red on his chin and he perceived hurt. “What happened Jamole? What is the looks on your face? Did you get physical with anyone?” he queried and peered at him.But Andre was still consumed by the laughter. With the way he laughed jade perceived he knew what must have happened to Jamole.Even Jamole suspected Andre had a hand in the dusty chairs and surfaces in Stella’s office which he believed he cleaned early enough.“It is obvious Stella yelled the hell at the poor kitten for not cleaning her office properly. I can imagine dust smearing the entire office. Of a truth this poverty mantis deserves not to work at Swan Real Estate. I don’t know what brought you to this empire…”Jamole molded a frown at his offender,. “So it is you, huh? Why did you litter the office I
If you should ask Susan what was the one thing she wished she could change it would be Jamole’s hidden identity. She couldn’t help seeing her husband being shouted upon and disgraced because he chose to disguise himself as a janitor.Her impatience was running out as wax and she wondered how much longer she was going to endure being seen as single and seeing Jamole being ordered around and manhandled as slave.This day Roger had come to pay her a visit in her office and before coming out to her office, Roger had ordered Jamole to ensure everywhere in her office was clean and dusted.But upon entering her office Roger stroked his finger across a desk and despite not seeing dust on his finger, the regional manager ordered that jamole should appear in their presence. Through grinned face Susan had watched Roger slap her husband twice.“Good for nothing janitor!” Roger barked and gazed down to Jamole who had squatted to nurse his chin. “Frankly speaking getting this unfortunate bastard emp
As soon as Jamole sneaked into the villa Susan questioned him, “For how long are we going to stay in the dark and keep the staff anxious and uncertain?” she rode her wheel chair toward her husband.Their gaze locked in tandem.“I hope you had a better day after the meeting?” Jamole asked, drifted to her corner, caught her face and pressed his lips on her forehead. “You look drawn and stressed out.”Susan quarreled. “I am supposed to look worse than this, dear. You are driving naught. How do I sit and watch those riffraff manhandle my husband all because he has chosen not to own up as the heir.”Jamole squatted to her. She snapped out of his gaze and averted her stare to the wall behind him. But he took her palm into his and petted her.“Tell me you are not enjoying this. I know what I am doing and I assure you with time they will suffer because I will get my pound of flesh. To some there is no heir to others you are the heir. Let that be their confusion. As a janitor, I will work smart
Stella stood aside, staring as Roger and a young man bargain over a sports car. It had been almost an hour now and the young man wasn’t saying anything meaningful.Just the other night Roger had told her in bed, he was going to sell one of his cars to have some money that could sustain them for the month since they put a hold on their salary. And Stella had advised him against selling any of his properties and that they would survive through any other possible means.“My wine shelf is empty. What about weekend clubbing? No food in the kitchen. Our menu is going to be wag. We need money,” Roger had protested and punched into the bed furiously, “Whosoever this heir is should know that he has ruined me,” he had nagged on.At dawn Stella was shocked when a young man drove into their compound to bargain for the price of a sports car most cherished by Roger.Stella could see the storm that rained in the eyes of Roger and she could tell all wasn’t going down well with him; inarguably the you
Jamole was able to access the loan for one hundred million dollars and his fear was that he used Swan Real Estate as collateral; he would lose the empire to Antipolo Central Bank should he fail to repay the loan and interest in five years.“Five years?” he resounded, staring at the agreement documents, “Lord I need a miracle. In five years I will become richer or poorer. I can’t afford to disappoint my wife and my father-in-law, also I need to avenge all that Roger and my ex-wife did to me and those that wrote me off.”His gaze came upon the C of O and the necessary documents of ownership of the ten thousand acres of land at the Acrid Forest. Soon after he accessed the loan he had contacted the sellers of the forest and made purchase for it.This would be his little secret. No one would know he bought the land.“I will be the richest ex-husband or die trying,” he mumbled under his breath and cast an inspective gaze on the documents once again. “No guts no glory,” he added.***Jade ha