Sheila pushed open the door to the study harshly ignoring the loud bang from the impact, she strode inside and was met head-on with her fuming father. Her father was standing before her, separated by his office table and he was glaring at her as if he wanted to strangle her. “What the hell is your problem, young lady, why would you barge in like that?” Her father snarled, he spoke at the top of his voice, his forehead scrunched up with the veins so obvious she could see it from where she stood. Sheila felt half her anger vanish as she took in the sight of her father, from his wounded lips probably from worrying them too much and the obvious shadows underneath his eyes, and his eyes were scarily angry and distant. He looked like he hadn't left this room for months and had lost a visible amount of weight. The sight of her father like this made her heart clench. Her father was usually a powerful and very hard man to crack under pressure but it appeared that he met his match and it tugg
Keith adjusted the jacket of his suit as he stepped out of his car, and stared at the law firm before him his face scrunched up with all seriousness and a hint of anger In his darkened gaze. He began moving after a quick nod at his driver and made his way into the building, his shoulders hunched up in a confident posture, his strides and movements reflected authority and pride.The petite lady behind the counter raised her head at the sound of approaching footsteps with a fixed smile on her face despite the way her brows drew together in confusion. “Good morning sir. Welcome to Ingrid limited and co. How may I help you?”Keith didn't offer her a smile in return and his face remained passive, “I need to see your boss, Mr. Ingrid.”The petite lady blinked, raising a brow at him. “Okay, I'm certain you aren't in today's schedule but if you can wait I'm sure I can find a place to fit you in_,” she said every word balancing her gaze from the computer in front of her and him.Keith frowned,
As Keith trailed slowly behind John his mind flashed back to the time when he had gotten out of jail as a nobody and went storming into the city bank. The moment was quite similar to what was happening now, except the difference was that he was not a nobody but probably the richest man in the world if not confirmed yet and he was not going to back down so easily until he got what he wanted and that house was one of them. John stopped before a door and knocked softly then glanced back at Keith, uncertainty clouding his features and he seemed more confused. Keith eyed him suspiciously and to his surprise, John bowed his head,“Mr. Ingrid Is expecting you, you can go in,” John said before hurrying off to God knows where. Keith's brows knitted together at the top of his head, what was that about? He shrugged and moved to open the door stepping into the office. Mr. Ingrid's office was like the rest of his company, bland but completely organized and the office felt a bit choked with how j
The cool air hit Keith but did nothing to wipe the angry frown as he stepped out of the Ingrid company and headed for where his driver was holding the door open waiting for him. He gave the driver a brief nod before slipping into the car then picked out his phone from his suit jacket and after a few clicks he pressed it against his ear.“Mr. Kevin,” Keith said as he got comfortable in his seat, moving his gaze out the window the moment the car set in motion. “Good morning again Keith.”Keith nodded absentmindedly, “I hope you have been able to calm down your wife?”“Yes, thank you for caring. Although she still seems a bit edgy, she's just calmer now.” Mr. Kevin explained.Keith nodded, “Good, again I apologize once again for the inconvenience I caused you this morning.”“It's fine, and not your fault sir. Have you been able to handle the problem with Mr. Hockings and the online problem?” Mr. Kevin quizzed in a worried tone. Keith cleared his throat and scrunched his face in annoyan
When Mr. Kevin had called Keith back it was around three in the afternoon while he had been trying to sort out some paperwork and plan his schedule, something to get his mind off the boiling rage he could still feel from the pit of his belly. “Good afternoon Keith. Sorry, I'm calling late.” Mr. Kevin said with a nervous chuckle.Keith dropped the papers he had been holding and pushed up to his feet, reaching for the glass of wine lying at the center of his messy work table. “Afternoon, I believe you are calling because you have something important to say.”Mr. Kevin gulped down nervously at the other end, he could still feel the anger coming from his boss's voice and he muttered a silent prayer that he wouldn't say anything to annoy him further. “Yes si_ I mean Keith. The purchase of the firm was a success and it's now yours.”Keith's lips lifted into a grin as he leaned against the railing, the cold breeze brushing his face and messing up his disarrayed curls on contact. “How did yo
The murmurs amongst the workers grew and everyone gazed upon the two men with curiosity and wonder, while the petite lady, the receptionist quietly slipped away and out of sight rushing off to her boss's office to inform him. John straightened up and began moving towards the staircase, he was truly curious about the powerful man who had bought the company.The two big men stepped aside to usher in a man dressed in a black three-piece suit, that clung to his bodice with perfection. John halted at the last stair with his eyes wide open in shock; he recognized the man before him as the man who had come by earlier to speak to his boss. He had been the one who deceived the man that Mr. Ingrid was in his office and led him into the vice president's office instead, but that was the best he could do. John had witnessed the tension between the man and the receptionist when Mr. Ingrid kept insisting on not seeing him, could that be why he bought the company? John thought curiously. Or maybe it
“Dad, please listen to me,” Ingrid Junior pleaded from where he stood behind his dad watching him pack.Mr. Ingrid paused, pushing everything on the table to the ground, “You idiot, this is all your fault, see what you have caused. Are you happy now?”Ingrid Junior sighed in exhaustion, although he knew his decision to sell the firm was reckless he couldn't say he regretted the decision. It has always been something he planned and has always hated how his father imposed the firm on him.“Think of it as an early retirement Dad,” he took a hesitant step forward, “You should have retired long ago if not for your stubbornness,’’ he added.Mr. Ingrid met his son's gaze, his lips curled in annoyance, “Keep the hell shut you ingrate. After everything I've done for you, if you didn't want the firm I wasn't complaining about running it all by myself.”“But_,” Ingrid junior started.“And who the hell said I needed a retirement, I was fine just the way I was, I was doing just fine.” Mr. Ingrid s
Keith approached the large building with Camila's arm latched around his as he led her into his house. He was damn delighted to have a place he could call his own and that he no longer had to live in a hotel room anymore. He glanced down at Camila whose eyes were trained on the path ahead with her eyes bright like a kid presented with her favorite candy, he moved his gaze to their joined hands and his heart warmed with satisfaction.“I'm so excited,” Camila squeaked, lightly brushing her shoulder with his as they moved down the path, the mare contact caused Keith's stomach to tighten.Keith rolled his eyes, “And you call me overly dramatic when you are here overreacting about a house you have already seen countless times.”Camila huffed in annoyance, tilting her head back to glare at him. “You are so annoying when you run your mouth, Keith. Jeez, you don't have to ruin it for me, I'm just trying to raise the eagerness and thrill.”Keith untangled their hands and sneaked his hand aroun