Victor smirked, seeing that he had gotten her attention. “You never asked, did you?”
“You are telling me that Jacob was married to Madison King?” Mrs. Prescott said, hoping he’d say otherwise.
“Well, you are no stranger to the Kings,” said Victor.
“ I never attended her wedding. Rebecca never made a deal about it. She never invited anybody.”
“I wonder why?” Victor flaunted a victory smirk.
Mrs. Prescott's friendship with Rebbeca King has always been complicated. Everything about that friendship was just for pictures and gossip on the blogs. Two wives of billionaires pose for the camera as best friends
Every time he thought of it, his lips curled into a smile. Everything was now set for the first time in a long time, except for... Mary. His smile faded into a look of concern. 'That bitch,' he mouthed, 'she's the only one who can break this.'A knock hit his door, and before Victor could say anything, it opened.Charlie walked in with a folder in his hands.“Sir, the plans for the rail contract are a go,” Charlie said, dropping the files on the table and standing at attention.Victor smirked. “Isn't it funny how many unnecessary people we have working on this project? Someone's job is just to check for grammar errors, and yet we still have to pay him.” He signaled for Charlie to bring the files. “You have a few people in your department whose job it is just to agree with you.”“I am sorry about that, sir.” Charlie handed over the folder to Victor, unsure of what else to say.Victor received the folder and dropped it beside him. "And what about Jacob?" he asked. That's what mattered m
Jacob parked right in front of her house. It felt like yesterday when he and Riley had come to live there. It was the worst moment of his life, and Aunty Jen's too. Jacob had just lost his parents—his father, who was Aunty Jen's brother, and Aunty Jen had just lost her husband too. Losing your brother and your husband in the same month. He was too young to understand the kind of pain his aunt must have faced at that time, but he sure did understand now that he was standing there.“Jacob?” She called, turning to the person who just walked in. “Is that you?”Jacob walked up to her, leaned in front of her on one knee, and held her hands. “Aunty Jen.”“Oh, Jacob,” she removed her hands and held his chin, “have you eaten? You look pale.”She was doing it again. The same thing she did when it was her brother and husband. Jacob shook his head, he wouldn't let her do that to herself. “Aunty Jen, I am fine. I am here because of you.”"Because of me? Well, then you need to eat something first. I
The elevator opened, and Jacob burst out and strode towards Steve's office as if he were a villain from a slasher horror movie. His breath hung in the air, charged with frustration.The secretary stood up, making a feeble attempt to halt him. "Mr. Jacob, you cannot..."Without waiting for her to finish, he barged into Steve's office. "Sir!" Jacob blurted. "I have a complaint," he said, raising a letter in his hand. Steve took a shot of whiskey down his throat and walked to his chair. “It’s fine, Mrs. William; I’ve got this.” The secretary took a deep breath, looked to Jacob, then nodded before taking her leave. “So?”"Sir, I got a tarmination letter based on a link to the sub-urban real estate deal.” “And?”Jacob frowned a little shocked at the question, “Sir, except I wasn’t on the sub-urban real estate deal.”“So?”"So, sir, I got fired for something that has no link to me.”“But you aren’t innocent now, are you?” Steve raised an eyebrow."Sir, I do not understand.”"Oh, you do,
“I hope you like it here,” Jacob asked. "Well, at least you didn’t pick the cementary” Christine laughed.Jacob feigned a laugh, but he couldn’t stop to wonder. He hadn’t met her before; at least he couldn’t recall it. And what did she mean by that? It was the best day of his life. Why is he even sitting with a strange lady in a coffee shop on the same day he got fired and divorced?“I actually have been to this coffee shop a couple of times before, so I’d give you nine out of ten. I’d have given you a ten if you had picked the club," she smiled. Jacob smiled, but it was short lived. He wanted to be nice, but at the same time, he wanted to know what she wanted from him.“Okay, I think I know what you are probably thinking,” Christine said, noticing how much unease he felt. “Who is she? And what does she want?”“I am sorry, but I don’t know you or what you want from me, and it’s been quite a day for me. I just want to go home. So I’d appreciate it if you"“You got fired?” Jacob pau
“Did you give it to him?” Mrs. King asked as Madi walked into the house, her face bare without make-up for the first time in a long time. "Yes, mom, I did,” She barely spoke up, her face buried behind her face cap. “Good, that peasant never deserved you in the first place,” Mrs. King said, settling down on a couch in the King-sized sitting room. Madi didn’t respond but continued to her room. “And where do you think you are going?" Mrs. King asked, her left eyebrow raised. She sighed, looked back to her mom and said, “It’s been a day. I think I need to take some time out.” “But you had a wonderful day, darling, breaking from that fool’s leash over you.” "Mum, that wasn’t even necessary. He was a good..."“Madi! You’d stop that nonsense talk immediately!” Mrs. King interrupted her. Her face was so still the smile that seemed to have had a permanent stay on her face varnished. Madi, stunned as she were, took a step backward from her mom, almost stumbled on her own foot. Mrs. King
Jacob had never been to the office but he sure knew who was sitting on the other side of the office table. Lydia. Her reputation is a big one in the King’s family. She was like their legal cleaning service. Her job, since Mr. King himself was a child, was simply to take care of the dirty jobs legally. She steals a peep at him, the computer screen reflecting on her glasses, “Miss Madi will be there soon,” she said, her voice void of emotions. Technically, she’s still Mrs. “How long do I...” Jacob tried to ask but was cut short by how fast she returned to her screen, typing—only God knows. Jacob checked his time again for the fifth time since he entered the office; it was already an hour past the scheduled time, and Madi wasn’t there yet. “Of course,” Jacob whispered. “She’d be here soon, Mr. Jacob,” Lydia repeated. And in no more than five minutes after the last words they shared, the door opened. “Let’s get started,” Alex said, dressed in his signature navy blue suit, white shi
Jacob fell to his couch. He had never been so grateful to be back to his studio apartment—even if he had a bandage around his chest and another slightly above his eyebrow. He could use a little of liquor if it wasn’t so fucking far off. “You should really change your locks,” Christine said, walking out of the shadows.Jacob jerked and the pain on his chest struck like lightening. He groaned, holding his rib. “For fuck sake!”“Jezz” Christine rushed to him, “What happened to you?” “I am okay…” Jacob raised his hand, stopping her from touching him. “I just need to rest.”“What you need is a doctor”“Close. It was a slight accident.”Accident, She froze, lips quivering and heart beating fast. She could hear the screeching sound of the tires and the blue and red lights. She could hear her name in a distance. It’s her mom. Next thing, flashing lights of the hospital as they pushed her bed. “Christine!” “Christine!” Jacob shouted her name the second time.She snapped out of it like wak
"How do you know this?" Mrs. King asked, her eyes dimming on the phone in her hands. Alex stopped pacing, “I got a mail. An email.”Mrs. King raised her eyebrow, “You got mail about a six million dollar transfer into his account?”"Actually,” Tony swallowed, “his mail was logged into Madi’s laptop and I was with her laptop.”"So she doesn’t know about this yet?" Mrs. King interrupted him. Never the type for too much talk. Alex cleared his throat, then continued to pace, “I am not sure. It depends if she used her mail this morning.”Mrs. King shrugged, "It shouldn’t matter; they are divorced.” “Divorce?” Alex stopped to pace, saying, “This could be disastrous to our plan.” "I don’t see how," Mrs. King said, crossing her legs. "Besides, don’t you have a board meeting to prepare for?"Alex sighed, "Okay,” he said, sitting besides Mrs. King, “Just think of it, they’ve only been divorced for two days.”"...and?""What if we can prove that Jacob was supposed to pay Madi part of the ten m