The horses' stables seemed an ideal place to hide, and Andrew was seen as he strolled among the curious horses who gaped at him. 'I was once rejected by ladies, now all of them want me... Amazing!' Even without being told, Andrew knew his change of fortune was the reason for their sudden love towards him, and this seemed not amusing to the newly rich man. 'I want true love, worse of all, I still desire Andrea.' Alone with the horses, Andrew was able to reflect on his state of mind and his emotions towards his estranged wife. And no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he realized he couldn't let go of Andrea now. This decision was based on two reasons.First and foremost, like Andrew, Andrea was also hoodwinked into this contract relationship, and she was a victim as well. Secondly, letting go of her is like accepting defeat from Stevenson, and knowing Stevenson to be a jerk, Andrew was afraid that he would make use of her and then dumped her after getting wh
Isabella was right, the zip of Andrew's pants was opened, and he quickly zipped up, shrugged and let out, "You can believe whatever you like. I don't care." He turned towards Jasmine, and his face was filled with anger as he cried out, "Don't ever come close to me again. Otherwise -." "Otherwise what? You made love to me, and now you are threatening me. Who did you think I was?.. A cheap harlot or a daughter of nobody?" "I don't care who you are. Nothing happened between us, and nothing will ever happen... I think you are sick and need to seek urgent medical help." "Yes, I am sick, Andrew. I am infected by your love and your eleven-inch third leg. That's enough to drive any woman crazy," Jasmine mumbled as she hurried after Andrew. "Go away from me." "Please, Andrew." "He said you should let him be," Jackson let out. Jasmine gawked at Jackson and asked, "Who are you and why are you interfering in our discussion?" "He is my friend. You are bothering him with your blabbering.
Andrew was right. He woke up stronger than he had imagined. After a hot shower, he put on a clean but inexpensive blue T-shirt and black pants, and then stepped out of his room, into the long corridor, and then to the dining hall. As expected, all of his family members were in their seats, and they all peered at him as he trudged closer. "Good morning, Dad. Hope you had a great night," Andrew murmured. "Yes, son," Mr Elizabethan answered back, he fixed his eyes on Andrew for a while, shrugged and asked, "And you. Hope you are enjoying your stay here." "Sure, Dad... Good Morning, Isabella." Isabella nodded in reply and then gestured to Andrew to sit at the chair beside her. "Good morning, Andrew. I had woken up for hours and was waiting for you," Jackson let out. "Hello, Jackson. So sorry, I slept late and woke up late," Andrew answered back and then peered at the chair Isabella was offering him. "Good Morning, Andrew," Miranda announced with a smile. "Morning, Miranda." "Se
Being the headquarters of the companies that supply the highest percentage of world matches, Berger multinational companies was designed by the most competent construction company. With the finest building materials that were imported from different places around the world, several magnificent towers were built over hectares of land on the exterior side of the city. The big logo of an elephant on a billboard announced that Andrew and Jackson only had five hundred miles to drive before they reached their destination. "This is a bad idea, Andrew. Everything was a bad idea... Your clothes, the car we are driving, and the fact that you are in the driver's seat and not at the owner's corner." "I am the general manager and not an applicant. Don't I have the right to dress the way I like to work?" "You sure do, but not at the first time. Don't forget the way you are dressed is the way you will be addressed." Andrew shrugged, and his eyes beamed at the sight of the terrace that leads to t
The car park was filled with lots of exotic cars, seeing no place to park his rusted BMW, Andrew drove towards the managerial section and his eyes darted around for a space to park. Jackson pointed his right hand towards some space far off and let out, "There is a space over there. Beside that Lamborghini." "Yeah," Andrew answered back, swerved right and drove into the space between the Lamborghini and a black Lexus. Just as the pairs were stepping out of their car, a female guard raced towards them and cried out, "Hey. That place is for the company's staff and not for visitors. Get that scrap off that space." "He is the general -." "Where is that lady's office," Andrew cut into Jackson's speech as he pointed his hand towards Madam Agatha who just parked some meters away. The guard gawked at Andrew, then at Madam Agatha, batted her eyes and asked, "Are you here to see her?" "Yeah. What's her position in this company?" "She is the store manager... If you are here to seek employ
Andrew had been to lots of offices during his short time as a job seeker, yet no office was well equipped with electronics and household gadgets, furniture, arts and crafts, and paintings. And the gorgeous sight awaiting him is incomparable to anywhere he had ever stepped on in his entire life. "Even Miss Simpson's office looked like a kitchen when compared to this place," Andrew let out with a satisfied grin, stepped among the impeccable white cushion chair, and then gawked at the various portraits of all the general managers that had used this office. "Nice place," Jackson mumbled, stepped closer to the fridge at a corner far off, opened it brought out a chilled bottle of champagne, and then let out, "I am not surprised to see the fridge stocked for the royal whim." Andrew waved to Marian to come closer, and then asked, "Can you open the window blind for me, please?" "Yes, boss. This place was cleaned by three cleaners yesterday, and that is why it's impeccably clean. Our human
Even though Boston is over six feet tall, the man looked like a dwarf as he stood in front of Andrew."I am very sorry, Sir. I thought he was joking when he informed me that you are the new general manager. Please forgive my insolence." "It's okay, gentleman. Please sit down," Andrew pointed at one of the chairs in his front and then gestured to Boston to sit down. "Thanks, boss. I promise you that I will never do such a thing again." "I know you won't because I won't give you a chance to... I have already informed the human resources manager to prepare your sack letter." "Oh my gosh... Please forgive me. I am the breadwinner of a family of eight, and losing my job will cause chaos in my family." "How much is your monthly salary?" "Fifty thousand dollars. It's not much, but it's enough to pay my monthly bills." "Too poor. Is that why you joined Madam Agatha to steal from us?" "I beg your pardon, Sir. I have no idea what you are talking about." "I don't expect you to confess, a
Andrew gestured to Marian to come closer and announced, "Go and deliver the letters to the three managers, and tell them that they have the right to appeal to me tomorrow if my judgment seemed unfair to them." "Yes, boss," the newly promoted lady smiled with excitement as she walked out of Andrew's office. "You won't tell me what you are up to, will you?" Jackson asked. "Why are you curious about my decision? You don't have faith in me, do you?" "Of course, I do. The memory of the first time when I doubt you are still fresh in my memory," Jackson answered back. He fixed his eyes on Andrew, then at the bottle of champagne in his hand, shrugged, gulped down some of the content inside the bottle, belched louder and resumed his speech, "I am just scared that you are making a big mistake by sacking all these people." "Let's forget about work and it's a headache... We are flying to Arkansas City tonight, and you will be able to see your sweetheart tomorrow morning." "You mean Miss Sim