Sheila heaved a sigh from where she sat at the end of the dining table, distractedly stabbing mercilessly at her bacon. Today has proven just as yesterday to be stressful and annoying and the only difference was that she was able to convince her father to come down for dinner, with the help of her mother of course. She peeped up at her father who was stabbing his fork into his plate, barely trying to eat.Mrs. Hockings cleared her throat, “Hey honey, do you care for more sauce?”Mr. Hockings took his gaze off his plate and nodded absentmindedly, reaching for the bowl of sauce her mother was holding out to him. Sheila knew her father would not be eating that and she knew her mother knew that too but her mother was just trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere.Sheila took her gaze to her father, who was staring at her but not at her, his eyes were glazed with a haunted look in them. In just a matter of days, Mr. Hockings has had drastic physical change, his eyes were dim and the eyeba
Sheila pushed up her feet and began packing angrily, scrolling through her phone and searching for more tabloids related to her now supposedly rich ex-boyfriend. The building he was trying to purchase once belonged to the Mars family_ the Mars family had been the formally richest in the city before they died tragically. The death was tragic since they had no heir to take over because they all died in a fatal accident, so most of their properties were in the hands of their lawyers or other figures Sheila couldn't care less about. She was once very interested in the house as at the time the incident happened, she had tried persuading her father to buy one of the Mars family houses but they weren't able to as the prices of the house were enough to give anyone a hypertension. And now Keith Thompson was on the verge of buying not only one of the buildings but the most expensive house of the Mars family. Her mind flashed back to yesterday in the restaurant when Keith was called the boss
Soft rays of morning light were beaming across Keith's closed eyes. But he did not want to wake up, instead, he snuggled closer to the warmth of his bed. His arm reached up to soothe the fallen pieces of hair away from his face. He really hadn't planned to wake up this early but the loud blasting sounds from his phone were making him rethink that.Who could be calling this early, Keith thought with a mumbled grunt. He made an odd noise at the back of his throat and snuggled closer into his pillow, his eyes snapped open and he waited patiently for his mind to clear of its grogginess but he didn't have that liberty as his blasted phone began ringing again. Finally forcing his mind out of the groggy state he rolled off his bed and moved to pick up his phone from where it was vibrating against the nightstand.All sleepiness cleared from his mind when he saw that it was Mr. Kevin, who was calling, he sat up straight and immediately picked up the call, “Mr. Kevin,” he said, his voice eviden
Keith moved to the balcony of the hotel room, his attention on his phone as he scrolled through the comments that were calling for attention online. After Benson ended the call but not before promising to get to the bottom of it and take down the negative comments, Keith went online to take a look himself.He had to admit this time that the Hockings outdid themselves, the comments were outrageous and image wreaking but it would take more than that for not only the Hockings but anyone to take him down again. The comments slandered his image calling him all sorts of bad names, especially a fraud, it went as far as to claim he was owing people money and that he slept with people for money.But seriously Keith what were you expecting, he asked himself leaning against the railing. Of course, he couldn't have expected the Hockings to not try and fight back while he landed his punches but he couldn't help but feel disappointed because it would have been easier and faster in that way if they
Keith instantly straightened up, his face scrunched up into a worried frown, “Camila, are you sure you are fine? Are you hurt?” “Be focused, Keith, I'm not the one with the problem, you are.”He exhaled, calming down a little. “Then what is the problem?” “The housing agent called this morning and has now refused to sell the house to you,” Camila explained.Keith's frown deepened, this day just kept going from bad to worse, “And what is the problem with them?” “According to the man he was very convinced of you being a fraud and having no money for payment.”He growled, slapping his palm over his face and grumbling curses under his breath. “Keith, are you alright?” Camila questioned in a worried tone. Keith nodded as if she could see him, “I'm fine, it's just proving to be a difficult day.”Camila sighed, “Don't worry about this, I am sure we should be able to handle the situation.”Keith exhaled loudly again.“It was a bit of a shock when the housing agent called this morning to s
Sheila's eyes widened when she saw the name on her brightened phone screen, to say she was shocked that Keith Thompson was calling her was an understatement, she was way beyond shock if there was even anything like that. “What's wrong?” Frank asked, seeing the look on her face and immediately interpreting it as something being wrong. Sheila raised her head, with her eyes wide open almost popping out of its sockets. “Keith is calling.”Frank shot upright, his facials matching that of Sheila, “Speak of the devil,” he murmured under his breath.“Do you think he found out about our involvement?” Sheila squeaked with a worried expression. “What does the bastard want?”Frank snickered, “For a moment there I thought you might be scared.”Sheila's worried expression disappeared as quickly as it came, “Don't be an idiot Frank, of course, that's not possible.”He rolled his eyes, nudging his head at the phone in her hands, “Pick that up and put it on speaker.”Sheila nodded and did as he said
The ride back to Sheila's family house was quiet and awkward, with both Sheila and Frank edgy. Sheila sat at the passenger seat looking out the window and occasionally her eyes darted unintentionally to her phone, while Frank sat stiffly with his gaze completely on the road, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers. Frank glanced back at Sheila whose gaze was fixed outside the window and he bit down on his lower lip, moving his gaze back to the road. He knew what was probably running through her mind at the moment, and although he should be disturbed that she was currently thinking about her ex, usually the thought unnerves him but today even he was thinking about Keith Thompson. He couldn't get over the way Keith had sounded on the phone, he had been too calm, too unconcerned, and with a hint of excitement that made Frank feel like he was the prey about to get chased down by a predator. The feeling was so foreign to Frank he has always been used to having the upper hand and watch
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