The manager opened the door and stepped away, making room for him to enter. A feeling of old memories filled the air around him.
When Melvin walked in, the elderly man sat up from the back leather seat, stood with energy, and walked over to Melvin, arms open wide. He was very happy to see his grandson and gave him a big, warm hug.
"Oh, my Melvin... It's so good to have you back," he said, hugging him tightly and showing how much he cared.
The old man embraced Melvin warmly, showing how much he cared. Melvin's feelings were a bit mixed. He remembered how this very person had caused him a lot of trouble, making him angry. Those memories from the past made the hug feel uncomfortable, and he pulled back a little, the past flooding back in his mind.
"Thanks!" Melvin's voice held brevity as he acknowledged the warm hug. He kept his emotions guarded, a reserve he had mastered over time. However, his grandfather, perceptive as ever, noticed the distance in Melvin's response.
The old man's eyes held a trace of concern as he studied Melvin's demeanor. He had been expecting a different reaction after the heartfelt embrace. Perhaps he had hoped for a more open and enthusiastic response, a rekindling of the bond that had been strained for so long.
Pushing aside the tension between them,
"Have a seat," his grandfather gestured, indicating a chair in the room. Melvin followed the instruction, the tension between them palpable.
As Melvin settled into the chair, a veil of awkwardness seemed to stretch between them, like an invisible barrier that neither was sure how to breach. The room felt heavy with unspoken words, a history of grievances and missed opportunities hanging in the air.
Melvin's gaze wandered around the room, his eyes landing on familiar objects that triggered memories of times gone by. A sense of melancholy crept over him, and he wished, not for the first time, that his father were still alive. His father's presence might have eased this moment, providing guidance on how to navigate the complexities of family ties.
"I hope your journey here was smooth," his grandfather finally broke the silence, attempting to bridge the gap.
"Yeah, it was fine," Melvin replied, his voice carrying a hint of detachment. He was struggling to find the right words, torn between his feelings of resentment and the awkwardness of the situation.
His grandfather nodded slowly, his expression a mix of understanding and regret. "It's been a while, hasn't it? I really missed you and longed to see your face in this office." He said, trying to indicate that he really loved him.
Melvin nodded, unable to suppress a twinge of affection he was showing. "Yeah, it has."
"No worries," his grandfather's voice was gentle, carrying a note of reassurance. "I'm glad you're back. I knew you wouldn't let me down if I asked you to rejoin." He murmured, his fingers picking up a glass of water, their age showing in the wrinkles on his hand. He brought the glass to his lips, his facial muscles shifting as he sipped before carefully setting the glass down.
Melvin found himself unsure of how to respond. His mind hadn't yet settled on a decision. The choice to accept his grandfather's offer was still a jumble of uncertainty. His visit to the office today was part of his contemplation. He wanted to gauge how he would be perceived by the people there. The outcome, though not surprising, stung. The mistreatment he had endured, the insults that had wounded his self-respect, all resurfaced vividly.
"Hmm..." Melvin offered a noncommittal hum, the complexity of his emotions making it hard to articulate his thoughts.
His grandfather's disappointment at the lack of enthusiasm prompted him to press further. "Never mind that. Tell me, how does it feel to be back?"
The words hung in the air, carrying the weight of curiosity and concern. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for Melvin's response to unveil a glimpse of his inner turmoil.
"Haah… I'm glad that you finally asked me this question," Melvin's words carried a touch of sarcasm, his emotions clearly reflected in his tone.
The old man's brow furrowed as he tried to decipher the meaning behind Melvin's statement.
"I wish you had asked me this question when you showed me the door from this very office," bitterness seeped into Melvin's voice, his hurt raw and evident.
Recognition dawned on his grandfather's face, a mixture of understanding and remorse crossing his features. "Melvin, look, there's no point dwelling on the past now," he said, leaning forward slightly in a bid to bridge the gap.
"It's easy for you to say that. Maybe you should ask me about the years I've endured," Melvin's voice dropped to a whisper, a painful admission of his struggles. "And what I'm facing even now, right in that office."
The room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of unspoken grievances hanging heavy between them. The old man's expression carried a mix of regret and realization, while Melvin's eyes held a mixture of hurt and frustration. The space between them became a canvas on which the complexities of their strained relationship played out, each word a brushstroke painting a picture of their shared history.
Melvin took a deep breath, his expression conflicted. He couldn't hold back his disappointment any longer. "To be honest, Grandfather," he began, his voice tinged with hurt and anger, "I can't help but feel that you played a role in the mistreatment I faced at the office."
His words hung in the air, a heavy silence enveloping the room. The surroundings seemed to hold their breath, the tension between the two palpable.
His grandfather's eyes widened slightly, surprise mingling with a hint of regret. Lines etched with age deepened on his face as he absorbed Melvin's accusation. He had anticipated this conversation might lead to difficult revelations, but the rawness of his grandson's words still caught him off guard.
Melvin's tone grew more cutting as he continued, his emotions pouring out. "Your decision to kick me out of this office and house had consequences, Grandfather. It left me vulnerable, and people at work sensed that. I felt like an outsider, and the mistreatment followed."
The room seemed to shrink as Melvin's grievances spilled out. His grandfather's expression shifted from surprise to a mixture of sorrow and remorse, the weight of his past actions settling heavily on his shoulders.
"And now," Melvin's voice wavered, the anger subsiding into a wounded vulnerability, "you expect me to just come back as if nothing happened, as if all those years of struggle and humiliation can be brushed aside."
Tears glistened in his eyes as he locked gazes with his grandfather. The old man's gaze held a mixture of sadness and regret, the realization of the pain he had caused settling in. The room felt charged with emotions, each word spoken a step toward understanding and healing, albeit through the turmoil of confronting the past.
"Look, Melvin. I assure you. No one will ever dare to raise a finger on you. You're the deserving owner of this company. The company needs you."
As his grandfather spoke, Melvin's thoughts churned with a whirlwind of emotions. His gaze fixed on the old man, but his mind was transported back to that fateful incident that had reshaped his life, coloring his perception of the man before him.
He remembered the day when his father's life had been snuffed out, a life taken through a sinister plan hatched by the very hands that now reached out in pleading. The image of his father's face, full of dreams and dedication, contrasted sharply with the harsh reality that had unfolded.
His uncle and his grandfather, once allies, had plotted to remove his father from the company and strip away his rightful share of the wealth. The company that had been built on his father's sweat, hard work, and dedication was torn from him in a cruel betrayal. The man he saw before him, the one begging for his return, was the same man who had orchestrated that heartless act.
His father's blood and sweat had been poured into the business, his life devoted to its growth. The trauma of being thrown out and robbed of his legacy had been too much for him to bear, ending in a fatal stroke that stole him from Melvin's life forever.
As his grandfather's words reached his ears, a mix of anger, grief, and remorse flooded over Melvin. The weight of the past, the betrayal and murder he saw in that old man's actions, bore down on him. It was a struggle to reconcile the memories of the man he once revered with the reality of his sinister deeds. The room felt suffocating, emotions crashing against the walls of his heart, as he grappled with the tangled web of feelings that threatened to consume him.Tears welled up in the old man's eyes as he continued to speak, his voice quivering with emotion. "Melvin, please understand. I know I've made mistakes in the past, mistakes that have hurt you deeply. But I've regretted those decisions every day since. I can't change the past, but I can promise you that I've learned from it."His gaze was pleading, his expression a mix of remorse and desperation. "The company is not the same without you. We need your vision, your dedication. You're the rightful owner, and it's suffering with
Melvin remained seated in the plush leather chair, a mixture of astonishment and disbelief etched across his face as he observed his grandfather. The old man's countenance radiated with a rare and unbridled joy, a vibrant flush of happiness suffusing his features. The words that had left his grandfather's lips resonated in Melvin's ears like a melodic tune, "CEO of the company!"Melvin grappled with the question that swirled within his mind like an elusive wisp of smoke. Was this a dream, a fantastical reverie conjured by his imagination, or had reality taken an astonishing twist? Just that very morning, he had endured the sting of humiliation, bearing the weight of his perceived lowly status. Now, he found himself perched at the pinnacle of the corporate hierarchy, bearing the esteemed title of CEO. It was almost too much to fathom.Melvin's thoughts raced, racing like a whirlwind through the chasm of his mind. Could it truly be this simple? The abrupt transformation of his fate le
"Melvin…." Naira's voice reverberated through the house as she stormed out of her room, clutching her phone tightly to her ear. She had been repeatedly dialing Melvin's number, desperation creeping into her voice with each unanswered call."Melvin... where are you?" Standing near the first-floor railing, she peered down into the hall below, hoping to catch a glimpse of her elusive housemate. She assumed he might be in the kitchen, engrossed in his usual culinary escapades. It had been one of those rare mornings when she had overslept, and Melvin was nowhere to be seen.Under normal circumstances, Naira wouldn't have bothered searching for him; her mornings were typically solo affairs. But today was different; the situation demanded his immediate presence. Frustration bubbled within her as she continued calling his room with increasing volume, but there was no response, not even a hint of movement from his quarters."Oh, goodness. Where on earth could he have vanished to? That lazy, in
Melvin slowly slid off the car, his heart weighed down by the unsettling scene he had just witnessed. He wandered into the house, his mind in a whirlwind of questions. Why had Naira chosen to go with someone else? Where was her usual driver? Even if he wasn't available, couldn't she have waited for him? These thoughts gnawed at him, a feeling of betrayal closing in.As he entered the house, a cloud of thoughts enveloped him, and he was oblivious to everything else. He had just received the most significant news of his life today, regaining his lost wealth. But the jubilation that should have accompanied this momentous occasion had dimmed. It was as if nothing else mattered except the fact that Naira was not by his side.Suddenly, a sharp voice shattered the fragile cocoon of his thoughts. "Where have you been, lazyass?" The voice belonged to Mrs. Edward, who stood in the main doorway, fixing him with a peculiar gaze.Melvin's face already bore the weariness of witnessing Naira's depar
Naira shifted her gaze towards Melvin, who stood near the stable. A smile once gracing her lips vanished, swiftly replaced by a surge of anger that darkened her features."Melvin..." Her voice carried a stern edge. "Where on earth did you disappear this afternoon?" She fired the question before he had a chance to respond.Melvin met her accusatory tone with a knowing look, trying to anticipate the impending insult. His eyes then darted toward Jess, who stood beside Naira with a curious smile."I... I went to visit my father's grave," he replied slowly, his gaze conveying a subtle plea to Naira, urging her not to escalate the matter. He understood that discussing their private affairs in the presence of onlookers was inappropriate. But it seemed his silent plea fell on deaf ears. Melvin lacked the courage to voice his thoughts."Father's grave?" Jess interjected, revealing his surprise."So, paying respects at your late father's grave was more important to you than being with Naira?" J
"Naira, you know I'm just a ping away, whenever your lousy husband and irresponsible driver betray you. You can hit me up!" Jess quipped with a sly grin, his eyes shifting to Melvin, who had silently approached Naira. Tension simmered in the room as Jess slowly rose from his chair, his comment deliberately designed to provoke a reaction from Melvin.Melvin's face flushed with anger, but he managed to summon a strained smile. "Huh, I'll see you in private," he muttered through gritted teeth.Naira, ever the diplomat, diffused the situation with a courteous response. "Sure. See ya," she replied, the tension in the room now thick as molasses. Her mother, a master of social grace, chimed in, attempting to lighten the atmosphere. "Yeah, Naira will definitely ping you," she giggled in her typical manner, though her eyes conveyed an underlying message.Melvin shot Naira's mother a stern gaze, his disappointment apparent on his face. It was clear that the rivalry between Jess and Melvin was f
Naira's frustration was evident, her emotions running high as she confronted Melvin. "See, that's your level of carelessness," she shot up from the sofa, her voice trembling with disappointment.Melvin, sensing the tension, quickly rose to his feet. "Naira… what are you..." he began, attempting to reason with her, but she interrupted him sharply."Shut up. You think I am a fool," Naira continued, her tone escalating. Her eyes bore into his, reflecting the hurt she felt. "I called you so many times. You deliberately ignored my call."Melvin struggled to explain himself, "Why do you think I ignored your calls?" His voice held a hint of defensiveness. He knew he had silenced his phone to avoid disturbances from his mother-in-law earlier, but he regretted that choice now, as he hadn't been aware of Naira's attempts to contact him.Naira remained adamant, her frustration unyielding. "You're assuming," he pleaded, moving closer, but she instinctively took a step back.Naira's skepticism was
Her gaze followed the contours of his neck, tracing the rhythmic rise and fall as he swallowed nervously. His lips, tantalizingly parted, beckoned her in closer.Naira, pressed against the wall, quivered like a leaf swaying on a precarious branch, trembling at the mere caress of the faintest breeze. "Stop, Melvin," she managed to whisper, her voice a fragile thread of resistance.Melvin's response was a shushing gesture, a single finger pressed gently against her quivering lips. Yet, it was the smoldering intensity in his eyes that silenced her more effectively than any words ever could.Drawing closer, he bridged the chasm of empty space that had separated them. The room itself seemed to pulse with the palpable waves of pleasure, akin to a vast sea surging with desires and the ever-mounting tension of an unquenched, fiery passion."You've always been one to ride the impatient broom," he whispered, his voice a seductive murmur. A glint of mischief danced in the small gap between them,
Naira's breath caught in her throat as she exclaimed, "Oh, my God." The box she held seemed to emit an ethereal glow as she eagerly lifted the lid, revealing a dazzling diamond necklace nestled within. Her fingers delicately traced the contours of the large, glittering diamonds, captivated by their brilliance.With a hint of smugness, Jess Snickered and declared, "I knew it, you'd love it. That's why I brought it for you." His arrogance added an intriguing layer to the atmosphere, contrasting with the awe-inspiring beauty of the necklace.The onlookers in the office, engrossed in the unfolding scene, couldn't help but be drawn into the allure of the necklace. Its exquisite craftsmanship demanded appreciation and attention, making it clear that this was no ordinary piece of jewelry."Aww.. Jess. I'm so happy," Naira gushed, her eyes fixed on the mesmerizing necklace. The way it adorned her fingers sent shivers of delight down her spine.Jess's chest swelled with pride as Naira continue
Naira's frustration flared, and her voice trembled with a mix of anger and exasperation as she addressed Melvin. "Melvin, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Her teeth were gritted, her eyes ablaze with intensity, as she confronted her husband.Before Melvin could muster a response, Jess, a sudden intrusion into the escalating tension, chimed in. "Look, Naira, your useless husband is fighting with me." Jess spoke with a hint of superiority, adjusting his disheveled collar and meticulously dusting off the creases on his sleeves.Melvin, seething with anger, retorted, "Mind your language," his voice dripping with irritation. He made a menacing move toward Jess, as if he were about to grab the man's collar once more. But Naira, with a swift, firm tug, pulled him back."Enough, Melvin," Naira snapped, her tone resolute. "This is not a battleground; it's my office. Behave yourself." Her voice commanded authority, and the strength of her grip left no room for argument.Melvin's eyes l
As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the sleek, modern building, a crisp, "Good afternoon, Sir," rang out from the security guard, his uniform immaculate in navy blue, his demeanor disciplined and respectful. The guard saluted as the enigmatic man strolled confidently into the entrance. Clutched in his hand was a bag, its contents concealed, leaving an air of intrigue.The glass doors glided open with a soft hiss, making way for his entrance. All eyes within the reception area turned to follow this mysterious newcomer, curiosity and speculation swirling in the air like a palpable mist.Amid the commotion, Melvin, a man whose animated discussion with the receptionist had garnered attention of its own, swiveled his head to gaze upon the unexpected visitor. The deep furrows on his brow deepened further as he observed the enigmatic figure in the midst of the office.A flood of thoughts rushed through Melvin's mind. "What's he doing here?" he pondered, his emotions
"Uhm, well, you're Sasha," Tara stammered, attempting to redirect the conversation. She flashed a nervous giggle at Melvin, her discomfort palpable. "He does seem to have a knack for carrying files, doesn't he?"The atmosphere was charged with tension as Tara's comment hung in the air, a palpable reminder of her earlier imprudent remark. She tried to recover, her voice unsteady as she turned to Melvin."He looks good walking behind you, doesn't he?" Tara inquired, her words laced with an air of flirtation as she attempted to change the subject. "By the way, would you mind lending your services to me for a day? I have some work at the office that could use some extra manpower."Melvin found himself caught in the middle of a surreal confrontation, feeling like an object being bartered between these two women who were now subtly vying for his assistance. The subtext was not lost on him, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. They were treating him as if he were just a cog in
Melvind found himself locked in a silent exchange with her, attempting to decipher the cryptic message hidden within her words. He furrowed his brow, his mind racing as he grappled with the meaning behind her directive."Get out of the car," she repeated, her voice unwavering as she gestured towards a stack of files reclining casually on the backseat, almost as if they were sharing a secret. Her eyes, unyielding and determined, bore into his, leaving him to question the gravity of the task at hand.His gaze shifted from the tantalizing mystery of the files to her unwavering countenance. It was a poker face, a visage that betrayed no inkling of jest. There was no room for doubt. "What are you staring at?" she snapped, her tone commanding, like a seasoned captain of industry. "I don't have time. Do it quickly."Without uttering a single word, Melvind turned the car's key, sending the engine into slumber, and exited the vehicle. The world outside was shrouded in a sense of urgency, as i
Naira stirred, her body protesting as she stretched and reached for the remnants of a night's sleep that had not been particularly peaceful. A dull ache spiraled down her spine as she straightened her back. With a resigned sigh, she realized that she hadn't slept in an appropriate position all night, thanks to the unsettling presence of her husband, Melvin.Her eyes wandered to the figure sleeping beside her, his features peaceful in slumber. But that serenity was at odds with the bitter memory of his words from the previous night. "I hate your mother," he had said, words that lingered in her mind like a bitter aftertaste.Curling her lips in disappointment, Naira swung her feet over the edge of the bed, her thoughts a jumble of conflicted emotions. She couldn't shake the feeling that a storm was brewing beneath the surface of their relationship, one that threatened to disrupt the fragile peace that they had known until now.Naira hurriedly got ready for her office, her reflection in
Naira's emotions flared into an intense, burning rage at the sound of Melvin's words. How dare he misbehave regarding her mother? The anger surged within her, causing her chest to heave as he loomed over her, his touch sending shivers of revulsion through her.For as long as Naira could remember, she had maintained a strict boundary, never allowing Melvin to breach the walls she had erected around her. He had never dared to come closer, always respecting her distance. What had emboldened him today, she wondered? She resolved to uncover the source of his newfound courage, but for now, the immediate task at hand was to wrestle him off.Melvin's voice quivered as he admitted, "Your mom, I don't like her." His words were tinged with an unexpected emotional vulnerability, a torrent of memories flooding his mind – recollections of the times he had been belittled by his mother-in-law. Unconsciously, he continued to twirl a strand of her hair between his fingers.In that unguarded moment, Mel
Naira's voice quivered as she confronted him, her words laced with a simmering anger. Her back was firmly pressed against the unforgiving wall, her face etched with defiance.Melvin, in response, decisively turned her to face him. The blaze in her eyes was unmistakable, a reflection of the fury that consumed her. He had breached the boundaries she had meticulously set, and the breach was unforgivable."Do you desire retribution?" he inquired, a glint of intrigue in his eyes.Naira swallowed hard, feeling a newfound audacity rise within her. Challenging him openly was an uncommon act for her, but this night felt exceptional, different from the norm. Melvin had transformed, and the unpredictability in his demeanor was unsettling. It was challenging to discern whether he burned with the fervor of passion or the icy grip of vengeance.With a firm push, she sent him stumbling backward, then briskly made her way to the bed. Her words carried an edge of impatience as she spoke, her plans fo
Her gaze followed the contours of his neck, tracing the rhythmic rise and fall as he swallowed nervously. His lips, tantalizingly parted, beckoned her in closer.Naira, pressed against the wall, quivered like a leaf swaying on a precarious branch, trembling at the mere caress of the faintest breeze. "Stop, Melvin," she managed to whisper, her voice a fragile thread of resistance.Melvin's response was a shushing gesture, a single finger pressed gently against her quivering lips. Yet, it was the smoldering intensity in his eyes that silenced her more effectively than any words ever could.Drawing closer, he bridged the chasm of empty space that had separated them. The room itself seemed to pulse with the palpable waves of pleasure, akin to a vast sea surging with desires and the ever-mounting tension of an unquenched, fiery passion."You've always been one to ride the impatient broom," he whispered, his voice a seductive murmur. A glint of mischief danced in the small gap between them,