The Hated Millionaire Heir

What should I do?

It’s been a week since her sin was brought to the light, “Line busy, Ding!” again and again every time she called, she had come to her senses figured how disastrous her deeds were. That fateful day her hubby walked in on her ripping what they built in shreds, he kicked her out and left her stranded with no place to go, she hadn’t earned enough to sustain her accommodation in a lodge nor enough to sustain her feeding. “Can I come with you?” she begged, the young lad shook to the core was in relief he escaped with his life for most men went to the extreme of ending the lives of his kind, “I don’t think so! Your man kicked you out if you come with me he will kill me! No, I can’t I’m sorry.” He apologized. Was it the lad’s fault he was forced to save his skin and leave her out in the cold, “Hey open up! I helped you and now you leave me! I said open up!” she screamed, constantly she banged his car window begging him to take her along. “Don’t you leave! You b***h don’t you leave me!” she screeched, numb to her cries the lad switched on his engine, switched the car’s state to drive and with no second thought wheeled away. Trampling over her case demolishing the plastic structure the lad desperately fled the vicinity, “Leo! Leo!” she broke down, the lad disappeared leaving her to her tears, shameful and disgraced. She turned and looked back, she saw him, the man he once loved unlocked the cold corner he never knew existed, “Tony I’m sorry. Tony honey come down please I’m sorry.” She apologized, desperate she rushed for the door, pushing the knob she struggled to open, she heaved having the hope she had a place in him but like the doors she was shut out of his life for good. “Tony! Open the door Tooony!” she cried, in tears she broke down ruing why she did what she did, why she prioritized her feelings at the expense of his and now she had begun a chapter she would be a part of for all eternity, so she cried and cried till only wheezes were left exhausted the tears but still the pain in abundance. “Let’s go.” He urged, Randy had received an emergency call from her and on the phone she said one word, “I’m sorry.”, in tears and sorrow, dropping everything he had that instant he borrowed a friend’s car and was there minutes later. Raising her to her feet, he saw just how traumatized she was, how really impactful the mess was, she had the odor of sweat and tears, her hair was all rubbished, her hands were bruised, her toes were grazed, one foot after the other she walked to the car. Before she boarded she sensed him, she felt his heartless stare, to affirm she turned back and there he was, with no drop of mercy he witnessed her collapsing episode, heard every cry, “Let’s go.” He urged, eventually it was clear she wasn’t welcomed in the mansion and she wouldn’t for a very long time.

Sales were up by five percent but the company costs were rising as well, “A take one give one situation.” The manager quoted. The day’s board meeting, attended by the board and the CEO, Tony, had commenced and hour ago, during such meetings every call intended for any of the attendees was withheld till after the meeting. Excepted calls were emergencies only and the term emergency was dependent on how the secretary interpreted it so, thus as the business men in the cubical room studied and discussed on how to grow their company and minimize production costs, the secretary was having some trouble with a certain caller. “I’m sorry madam as I said before Tony is in a meeting and cannot be reached. If you would like to leave a message you can do so and I will make sure he get’s it.” She volunteered over the line, “No you don’t understand I am his girlfriend tell him we need to talk.” She insisted, “Like I said madam he is in a meeting.” The secretary repeated. “Go pull him out of the meeting and let me talk to him.” The caller opposed, “Madam I kindly suggest you be patient for his meeting to end. It will in an hour or so can you call after that?” she asked, “Sure I will.’ The caller complied. “Whom shall I say called him?” she asked, “Tell him its Angel.” The caller responded, scribbled the name down the secretary sighed in relief as she went back to her duties. Opened her publisher app she navigated down the file option and in the search space she keyed in, “Meeting 423.”, the supposed document with a similar name popped up. Clicking the document, it blossomed covering what was initially on screen, she began arranging the slides, each in order of the numbers at the bottom center of each slide, eventually she clicked the view action and her presentation fully filled the screen. Elsewhere Angel engaged in her own journal work, she neared her seat to her desk and rested her elbows on top cupping her chin as she stared on her screen sighing. “Something was missing.” she nagged, her cover page was ready and edited to perfection, she had already submitted it to her editor and it was given full go ahead, however, she read it again but something was not right. She scrolled down, scrolled up, and scrolled down again, her word count was within her total word count range, her spacing was okay, the content was thrilling and admirable, yet amidst this she saw a speck. “MAGREW OPTICS”, the card on her table near her keyboard titled, she cut her eyes of the screen and picked the card, leaving and edge outside her grasps she began sliding the card’s edge within her finger nails, after finishing her left hand she turned to her right and she recalled. She was the speck, she had a recent itching sensation to her eyes and to investigate she booked an appointment from the owners of the card in hand, her appointment was in an hour and there she stood on the cross roads.

“Hello its me again sorry I won’t be there in an hour can you get him for me please. Like right now!” she demanded over the phone, “Sorry madam that’s not possible.” The secretary differed. She was in the middle of her editing when the phone rang again, she reached for it expecting her humble and patient clients but instead it was that itchy prick in the middle of her back. “Madam please I insist you call him for me.” She insisted, “Like I said madam he is in the meeting and is unavailable.” The secretary declined, “Is that meeting more important than me, his girlfriend?” she asked rhetorically, “I cannot answer that but maybe if you can wait for an hour I will make sure he gets back to you immediately.” She assured. “No, I cannot!” she reprimanded, “Did he tell you that in an hour we are going for a gender ultrasound scan, huh!” she harshly rebuked, “If I don’t tell him the message I have now and I lose this child because of a stupid meeting,” she paused, “Madam let me get him for you I apologize for my actions.” The secretary humbly spoke. Pressing the red button, she kept her call on hold as she rushed for the board room two floors up, up the stairs and down the two hallways she was on the far edge of the tiled floor and to her left the intended target. Gathered her confidence she knocked on the door and budged in a second after, “Sorry to interrupt but Mr. Tony you have a call. She says its urgent.” The secretary highlighted, “Give me a moment gentlemen.” Tony excused himself. Exiting the room, the remaining attendees pulled out their phones and individually they scrolled to the live game they were dying to watch, “Falcons are going to win.” One boasted, “I wouldn’t count on that.” The other differed.

“Who is it?” Tony asked before picking the call, “She says she is your girlfriend and something about a gender ultrasound scan.” She hinted, “What’s her name?” he asked confusion written all over, “Angela.” She responded handing him the name she wrote down. “Give me some privacy will you?” he demanded, “Sure sir.” She obeyed, alone in the reception desk Tony pulled down the reception tag board and sat cupping the phone on his right ear. “So, you are pregnant?” he began, “That’s the only way I could pull you out.” She responded, briefly over the phone Angel was silent, her felt hand tucked her phone while her right flipped her appointment card between her fingers. Silent as well, Tony grabbed the pearl paper weight that anchored the welcome magazines and glared at it, “What do you want Angel?” he asked, “I want us to talk. I need us to talk.” She insisted. “What about huh! Should I remind you what I caught you doing a time like this a week ago?” he lashed, “I am sorry about that and that is why we need to talk.” She pleaded, he sighed in pinching his nose with his thumb pressing it upwards to his hairline, “What is there to talk about?” he asked. “We can’t over the phone. Meet me at the park in ten minutes.” She chipped. “Five minutes, that’s all you get.” He assured, ending the call Tony placed the phone on the desk as he rose returning the paper weight on the piled yellow painted papers. “I am meting someone. Give me thirty minutes, note everything that happens there till I return.” He ordered. His secretary adherent as always complied, bending slightly she simultaneously pressed the CTRL and F4 keys and clicking the Sleep option she left with her notebook and pen her computer cooling down as she climbed the steps to the meeting floor.

His hands in his pocket, he shunned the old self a log time ago and the man that stood wasn’t the loving old self, “You changed recently.” Mike noted, many had also too, Tony was becoming cold and distant. “Never again.” He cursed bowing his head slightly glaring at the grass, he showed that old self too much and he was stabbed in the most brutal of ways, “She betrayed me.” He cursed again kicking a pebble that dipped in the pond. He promised to show the least affection for all parties henceforth, the new him was here to stay till he was confident the old self was well deserved by the special lady, so till she falls from the sky in a white robe his old self will stun in his expensive suits till the material wears out. “Tony.” She whispered, he was feeling the breeze gently slapping his cheeks his eyes closed, taking those deep breaths humming his soothing tunes of the opera orchestra, for a moment the old self was in the open but her voice shackled him back in. “You wanted us to talk here I am. Lets talk.” He muttered, truly cold he had never spoken to her in such plain heartless manner; however, she had lost those privileges a week ago. “I want to apologize. Tony I am sorry I don’t know how to say it but I am sorry. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I…” “You screwed it up.” He finished her sentence for her. “Yes I screwed up. Please I am sorry forgive me I promise to be better, to never repeat the pain I have caused you. I know it will,” she paused when she saw him chuckle, “Pain! You have the courage to tell me about pain. I gave you the one thing I have never given to anyone else. My trust,” he paused, “Noone earned my trust like you did. I never bothered about insecurities because I knew you would choose me over a thousand kings. But that day you proved me wrong.” He exclaimed. “Tony I am sorry. Really you didn’t deserve it I was stupid and selfish and now I can’t live without you. You are a part of me and when I am not with you…”, “You chose me over a lad with no advantage over me. I was better at him in every aspect but still you deprived me.” He let out. “If I was a part of you then you cut me out for good.” He stated, grabbing his hands Angel went on her knees and her eyes in tears, she was desperate to get back with him and it required desperate measures to do that.

“What will I do? Tell me what shall I do to make you take me back?” she asked, on her knees her eyes swollen in tears threatening to pour in galloons, Tony feeling embarrassed by the gesture grabbed her hands and stood up urging her to do the same. “What will I do?” she repeatedly asked staring at him meanwhile, eventually he couldn’t avoid her contact nor her question so he decided to answer it. “You lost my trust. So, earn it back.” He answered, “How can I earn it?” she asked again, “Figure it out if you want me to take you back.” He whispered in her ear. Pulling himself back he took a glance at the time and he was due on his thirty-minute break, leaving the lady to figure her quest he took a stroll down and entered his parked car, revved it up and joined the flowing fleet of taillights.

Left alone Angel gathered herself, she wiped her tears that began to flow and reached for some lip balm to apply on her dried lips. She eventually brushed her hair and took a stare into her pocket mirror before boarding a car back to work. Within her trip she swore as she glared blindly past the adverts and statues, deaf to the blind beggar knocking on her window, “If it will take me a year, two years, more than fifty years, I will sacrifice anything to earn that which I lost. He still loves me I just have to flush back that man I killed that day.” She sighed.