“How’s she?” Mr. Jacob demanded.His wife shook her head and passed him the cup of coffee she just made for him. They moved away from the kitchen counter and entered the living room. “I think she needs time.” Mrs. Jacobs replied. Mr. Jacobs looked down the corridor leading to Avery’s room and sighed. “Well, she has to get over it. I’ve already started making arrangements for her post-graduate studies.”“Give her a break!” Mrs. Jacobs flared up. She palmed her forehead with her left hand and shook her head. “It’s been two weeks.”Mrs. Jacobs looked up to her husband with a tired expression. “I don’t think two weeks is enough for her to forget that boy or accept the fact that she’s in London and has to move on.”Mr. Jacob took a sip of his coffee and dumped the cup on the table. He then reached for his coat from the couch. “Just ensure she’s in a good state by next week. She needs to leave that room and start school.”Mrs. Jacobs folded her arms across her chest and stared at her hus
3 years later!“Smith!” her voice pierced into the room like a clarion call. He closed his eyes and remained by the door. The more she screamed for him, the harder he tightened his eyes shut as if he was going to prevent her voice from getting across to him. “Where are you? You son of a bitch!” she yelled. He then heard her footsteps thudding down the hallway and he knew she was coming to get him. It didn’t matter to her whether there were dozens of servants to attend to her. She always ensured she put him to use whenever she wanted. He knew that staying in the room with closed eyes wasn’t going to prevent him from the inevitable. She was going to barge in, hurl insults at him, and dole out instructions and he wouldn’t dare fail to carry them out. “I’m right here. I was just getting dressed.” He said and then pushed the door open. He pretended to adjust the sleeve of his shirt. He shut the door and rested his back against it. She eyed him from head to toe, her eyes filled wit
3 years ago!Every corner of the room was filled with cheers and applause. Nathan had just taken his oath, completing his coronation right as the president of the billionaire’s club. The small crowd couldn’t stop singing his praises and even though he had several thoughts going through his mind, Nathan felt glad. The proud smile on the faces of his parents meant everything to him. Lots of people were now gathering around him for a photograph and after taking several shots, the guests took turns to congratulate Nathan once more before they began to depart. It was a few minutes past 8 pm and the ceremony was over. Nathan carefully took off his crown and passed it to Jackson. The crown was a symbol of his position and would only be worn when the need arose. In less than ten minutes, all the guests were gone. Henry and Charles had taken Martin to one of the VIP clubs in the city since it was his last night in Rockville. The only people left in the villa aside from the guards outside
Smith stood before the large dressing mirror in front of him and heaved a deep sigh. It was a new day, the day he takes over as one of messengers at the company of his benefactors.Looking intensely at his reflection, Smith wasn’t sure of anything any more. Last night, the flashes plaqued his sleep in the form of nightmares and the struggle was intense. Las night, he saw flashes of people around him in an event and at this point, he wasn’t sure about his look either. He sighed and reached for the hair comb and began to brush his hair. On the table was a mini cosmetic store. His wife had great taste in makeup, hair products and creams so the table was always littered with her stuff. There was no time to arrange her mess. Smith needed to be at the office on time and since he wasn’t leaving with his wife and father inlaw who were having breakfast downstairs, he needed to start moving. His breakfast was delivered to his room as usual and as he made his way toward the door, he couldn’
The office instantly became blurred through Smith’s eyes. Samson’s voice was now a background noise and all Smith could see was himself, seated on Mr. Carson’s desk, going through some files. Smith shut his eyes and groaned slightly, trying to kick off the memories or better still, try to see if they’ll make sense but it was always a mixture of blurred images that came with slight head aches. While his eyes remained shut, Smith saw himself going through documents and dishing out instructions to someone whose face was not clear. He was wearing what seemed like a customized suit and for the third time since he started having the flashes, the letter A logo was there, this time, it was etched on his outfit. “Are you even listening to me?” Samson cried out. When Smith opened his eyes, he saw Samson standing right in front of him looking flustered. “Are you crazy? I’ve been speaking for minutes and what were you doing? Meditating?”“I’m sorry.” Smith mumbled and began to rove his eyes
Five minutes after he left, Samson returned looking more devastated. “What are you doing?” He hurried toward Smith and snatched the file from him. “I’m sorry.” Smith apologized without standing up this time. “Look, Betty is making me go crazy already. I can’t deal with you and don’t you ever go through company files.” Samson stated with a finger pointed at Smith. Smith swallowed. “I’m sorry. I just picked it up after you left and..”“Just shut up!” Samson said and turned around to leave with the file. “I think I can help!”Samson stopped. He turned around and saw Smith standing. “I mean, I can interpret Betty’s draft.” Smith said with a low tune. Even though he wasn’t sure of what this was going to, Smith had a deep conviction that he understood the document.Samson broke into a dry laugh. “Do I look like a joke to you?” Smith cleared his throat loudly. “It’s a partnership project and as the head of operations, Betty had spelt out the role of the each department in carrying out
When Smith opened his eyes, he saw Lisa sitting on the table facing their king-size bed. He sat up and immediately used the back of his palm to prevent a yawn from slipping out of his mouth. Lisa’s hands were cradling a cup of tea and when Smith looked intensely at her, he realized that she was in a night robe. “Shit!” He mumbled and turned to the wall clock. It was a few minutes past 9 pm. This meant that he had been asleep for over 3 hours. After fixing a meal for Elle, Smith headed to the bedroom and decided to lay asleep for a while before he ordered dinner and that was how he ended up dozing for 3 hours straight. “You’re awake!” Lisa said and placed her cup of tea right next to her computer. She was working. “Yeah,” Smith mumbled. “How was your first day at work?”Smith was silent for a while. What should he say? That one day at work left him worn out while she on the other hand who was more worn out got back from work, changed, and was working again.“Fine. I guess.” Smit
Smith arrived at the office at quarter past 8 am and by the time he walked in, Mr. Carson’s office was already sparkling and Samson was setting the desk. It was clear that Samson showed up 30 minutes before Mr. Carson as he stated and even though the cleaners were up to the task, he deemed it fit to supervise them and always gave the final touches. “Good morning.” Smith greeted. Samson turned around and adjusted his red tie. “Morning, Smith. I can see you have good taste in clothes right?”Smith smiled. Lisa bought clothes for him right after the unofficial wedding but now, he couldn’t brag to Samson about his wife’s good taste especially based on the fact that the wedding was not something he was allowed to talk about and the thought of Lisa as his wife was incomprehensible.“Thanks,” Smith replied. He was dressed in one of the well-tailored black pants and checkered shirts Lisa got for him. “Mr. Carson and Lisa will be here soon. Make a photocopy of today’s agenda and distribute