“Care to explain why Thompson is leaving with his head up high and not buried down in shame?” Sheila stiffened at the sound of her father's voice as he barged into the room, she couldn't decide if it was the sound of the door slam or the harshness in her father's voice that frightened her, but she quickly concluded it was both of them. “Dad, please lower your voice. The guests are still here. And not to mention my head is aching too,” Sheila grumbled the latter part of the sentence making sure not to meet her father's gaze because she knew he would be glaring at her. Mr. Hockings did not pay any slight attention to his daughter and stepped into the office, slamming the door shut.Frank frowned, surprised to not find Sheila's mum with Mr. Hockings, they are usually always together. “Where is Mrs. Hocking?”Mr. Hockings snorted, “How am I supposed to know but I suppose she is trying to make herself useful, I hope.” Frank slumped on the seat, crossing his arms over his chest. Like fa
Keith let out a dark chuckle as he read through the file his publicity manager had sent him this morning. The Hockings just do not learn.“It isn't funny, Keith, could you please wipe the smirk off your face? It's giving me the creeps,” Camila snapped, mumbling the latter part of the sentence under her breath but Keith did not miss it.Her voice pulled Keith's attention from the article, to stare into the screen of his laptop. He had been on a video call with Camila when his publicity manager, Benson had called to inform him of the incriminating article the Hockings had released online, which was currently trending. And it appears Camila has also come across this piece of information. “Sorry, Cam, I got a bit carried away with what I was reading,” he apologized quickly, trying his hardest to conceal his smirk.Camila narrowed her gaze on him, with her nose flared. “It is scary how laid back you are about this dilemma. In case you aren't reading the same news as I am, I am going to rea
Keith could not resist the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips, he silently thanked God for the people he had around him now. Indeed he could not tell their real intentions and maybe he was wrong again with his judgment as he had been with Sheila but for some reason, as much as Keith wanted to put everyone at arm's length because of his damaged trust he could not bring himself to do it with these people he has founded for himself. He trusted them, with everything and somehow was very certain he could count on these set of people. He moved towards Mrs. Genevieve and pulled her into a hug. He never really felt much motherly love but he guessed if it was ever to be it would be just like how Mrs. Genevieve was to him. “Thank you,” he pulled away although not releasing her fully then smiled at the old man. “You appear so calm, which I find strange if you ask me,” Mr. Kevin said eyeing Keith suspiciously.Keith chuckled, “I am calm because I have got everything under control, Mr.
‘What should we expect from this confrontation?’ The question kept ringing over and over in Sheila's head. Something was not right. Something was definitely wrong. At this point, Sheila imagined Keith to be in a panic state and trying to find a way to save his skin, but instead, he was organizing a freaking conference meeting, with thousands of media. There was something certainly off about this arrangement, someone who was in panic would not be in the right mind to want that and with such an accusation to his name, he should not be desperate for a public exposure. Yes, something was so wrong.“A conference meeting with the media?” Frank asked in awe, interrupting the awkward silence that lingered in the atmosphere after they both read the public announcement. “Why on earth would he want to do something like that?”Sheila rolled off the bed, barely sparing Frank any glance. “That is a good question indeed, why would he want a meeting with the press?”“And also publicly inviting us too
Frank glanced up at Sheila with a questioning look, his eyes narrowed at her uneasy figure pacing around the room. He felt suddenly choked like the walls of the room were closing in on him. He did not feel so sure he wanted to have anything done for Sheila, especially during a period this crucial. Yes, Sheila did come up with good plans with great impacts, she was excellent at it, but not until recently where almost all her plans would only just have good starts but no longer ended so well and instead only got them in trouble and with dozens of repercussions. He has not even been able to get over the repercussions he was facing for the execution of the online bashing they did, but Sheila did not know that, sincerely she didn't care all that mattered to her was that her plans get done the way she wanted it.“What? You should not act so rashly this time, Sheila,” he advised, with a small growl mumbled beneath his breath. Sheila paused her pacing then turned around to face Frank with an
Sheila remained seated in the front seat of Frank's car, leaning against the door to study her face. Of course, she had ensured that Frank put no mark on her face, she could not do that to her gorgeous face, but her eyes were red and puffy with her nose bright pink from all the crying she had done at the cost of the bruises on her wrist and waist during the infliction. The spots were both sore and aching all thanks to Frank's expertise in handling the delicate assignment. She glanced at Frank and then smirked when she saw the red scratches on his hand, well one could blame her for losing her temper when she was getting her bruises done, she had gotten so angry that at one point she snapped then retaliated and her anger only fueled more when she caught a glimpse of the mocking smile on Frank's face while she was whining which had only made her more angry and more keen on her retaliation plot. She leaned back into the car cushion and pulled back the arm of the sweater she had worn to h
Sheila ignored the unpleasant trail that went down her spine and went back to the mission at hand which was to act like the perfect victim and sway her way into the hearts of the people here so they could sympathize with her and help her kick this asshole butt. Her eyes darted towards Keith again and she was met with a lopsided grin, his eyes trailing her every move and stalking her like a prey to be devoured, but he should not be the one looking like that when she was the one going to be doing the devouring today. She took her gaze away from him and took it back to the crowd gathered and watching her curiously, her gaze met briefly with Frank whose face was hard and emotionless, he only gave her a quick nod to acknowledge their eyes meeting but his eyes remained pensive, making Sheila think for a quick moment what was wrong with him before moving her gaze to her father whose look was not in her way but instead glaring at Keith with such spite. She sucked in a deep breath, it's time
Keith kept his eyes fixed on his ex-wife who had been out to get him because of her supposedly justified hate, she looked like she wanted to puke the little color she had on her face when she came in looking battered had long slipped off her face, her eyes widen open and almost popping from its socket, one would almost believe she had seen a ghost. He shook his head, Sheila has been proving to be more dubious than he would have ever thought, she was going extreme with her attempts to get back at him for whatever reason she hated him in the first place, claiming to be raped to drag him down was one thing but getting intentional injuries to prove it was on another level of extreme, one he would never have thought she could do especially since one could easily get makeup done to fake a bunch of bruises but from the bruises Keith had caught a glimpse of, it was obvious that was not a work of makeup, he glanced briefly at Frank sitting at the front roll and narrowed his gaze, he was certain