AT THE JEWELRYL STORE. Torillio was sitting in his office smoking cigar and going through some files on his phone when his aide came to inform him about Arturo’s presence. “Send him up,” he uttered puffing the smoke in the air. Arturo entered and had his seat, He took a magazine on Torillio’s table, crossed his legs perfectly and started glancing through the pages. “Hmmm, you mean business, or are you going into modeling? I have an agency,” Torillio jocked lightly. “No, Andallio is now the leader in my family, it should have been me, it’s time, we should carry out our plans,” Arturo uttered . Torillio crushed his cigarette in the ash tray. “Finsih him up ad we have a deal,” he replied. “Who? Are you expecting anyone?” Arturo asked after hearing footsteps of aomeone approaching. “Not really, might be Vanessa or Aliaana oen of them,” Toirllio responded. He opened the door and it was Aliaana. He sateyed at the entrance blocking her form coming in. “Aren’t you goi
AT THE GLASS HOUSE.Olvido stood in front of Stephanie’s door all night, he slept off waititng for her. Unknowing to Stephanie she opened the door, carrying her fully packed luggage reday to leave the glasshouse. He fell inside her room as she opened the door. “Ouch, that hurts really bad,” Olvido haowled. “Where are you going with your bag?” he asked her outrightly. “Why are you at my door?” she reiterated aggressively. “What do mean by that, since when has it become a taboo to wait at your door, you wouldn’t speak to me and I had to watch you,” Olvido replied sternly. He collected her luggage from her and pushed her back in the room. “Sit,” he said forcing her to the bed. “Stop it, you’re hurting me,” she flared up. “I’m sorry, I know you’re running away from who? From what? We have a bad past that I regret but please tell me something Stephanie, what if the person strikes again?” Olvido pleaded harshly. “You’re still hurting me, let go of my arm,” Stephanie yel
AT BRANDON’S MANSION. “Your father, I don’t really want to send him to jail but, if it has to be this way before I was the streets clean of murderers then so be it,” Brandon replied aptly. “Last night I thought you were just joking when you said so, but it was real after all, I’ll take my leave now, you’ll never see me again Brandon,” Vanessa stroked. “How did things get to this? Do you know how many people your father has killed and more will still die, I am going to wipe them all out!” Brandon coerced. “You’re drunk, just go and sleep, I am leaving,” Vanessa snapped. “I love you too,” Brandon exclaimed. She banged the door and left hurriedly. ~THE NEXT MORNING. Brandon woke up with a slight hangover, he took his shower and got fully dressed before coming down. “Good morning boss,” Madrigal uttered. “Madrigal, did you sleep here last night?” “Yes boss, I think you were wasted and needed help, I’m so glad she came around,”“Who? Vanessa?” Brandon asked“Yes b
"Brandon?" Stephanie responded that she was surprised to see him at the hotel. "Did the both of you come here together?" she queried him aptly. Picking up her stuff from the ground with him. "You mean?" Brandon asked skeptically to find out if it was Andallio she was referring to or someone else."Olvido? I left the room angrily because he showed up at my door. I wanted space, and that was why I left the glass house," Stephanie ranted."Could it be Andallio wasn’t there to see her?" Brandon wondered. "What about you? Cheating on your wife, huh?" Stephanie mushed lightly. "Don’t act like you don't know what’s up between I and Kimberly. Okay, just forget it. Have a nice stay, I’ll get going," Brandon uttered. He stared a bit and watched which room she entered before going back to the restaurant. Vanessa was there, seated angrily in their reserved spot. "Hey Vanessa, you didn’t leave?" "Yes Brandon, I’ll leave in the evening, I don’t feel like going home now," she responded
GRANDMA PILLAR. The whole family was dressed in white; the cars that graced the venues were white; everything there aside from nature’s design was also white. It was the theme of the party to honor Grandma Pillar’s memory. Her favorite color was also white.The program started, and Andallio, the new head of the family, ordered that the security be increased and her body be placed in a closed coffin. The whole family was present, even the five who graced the wake. They paid their final rites to her, and it was time for her to be buried. They buried her in the innermost part of the glass house. It was time for Don Soriano to give his speech. He mounted the podium and shed tears before he started talking."She built this house from scratch, every san, brick by brick, and I think it’s justifiable that her final place also be this house. Thank you all for coming," he uttered shortly and came down from the stage. He stopped by Brandon’s table, heaving a great sigh before sitting beside
AT THE MANSIONBrandon woke up, stretching out tiredly. He took his cellphone and checked the time. "3:00 am," he muttered. He took a glance at Vanessa, and she was fast asleep. He chuckled and got out of bed. He got dressed and called customer service. He ordered a new car and a chauffeur."It will be ready in a minute, sir," the receptionist replied formally.He sat on the bed beside Vanessa and held her hands for a minute. He kissed them softly and tucked her inside the bed. "You can hate me, but don’t hurt yourself," he uttered, stepping out of the room. He went to the reception for his order, and the car was waiting outside for him and the chauffeur he requested. "Have a nice day, sir," the receptionist said.Brandon smiled softly in response to her gesture. He entered the car and used his seat belt."Listen driver, you’ll drop me off at the road; my woman is still in our room; wait for her and get her to this location; it’s an order," Brandon commanded. "Yes, sir," he rep
"Yo cambien, it means a change in English; are you sure that’s what you want? It comes with a weighty price, Brandon," TorIllio said to him. "Why don’t we talk for a while in my office? I could have done this without you, but now that you’re here, the more the merrier," Torillio added. He invited Brändön over to his lounge in the jewelry store."Ain’t you scared? No bodyguards today?" "She’s outside, and they can see me, so it’s useless following me here," Bradon replied. They had their seats on the sofa next to the window."Wine?" Torillio asked. "Why is there a ……." Brandon asked, squeezing his pointed finger, and accepted Torillio’s drink offer. "When will you renounce the elders? I fear you have only a few minutes to do that. Not only RAD is after you, like I said before, but many more and the five. They’ll soon summon you," Torillio threatened politely with a warm, welcoming gesture."How’d you know all this? I know you’re in the family; I don't know you’re in the f
THE NEXT MORNING. "A press conference? Isn’t that too soon?" Estrellia asked Brandon."No, the earlier the better; the five requested it; I have to," Brandon replied softly. He got dressed for the big occasion. "The venue is at the company, sir; do you want to change your mind?" Estrellia asked, tendering her way into making him choose another venue or cancel the press conference."Get the car ready; Esmeralda will be there, and I don’t want to keep anyone waiting," Brandon replied. After he saw her off yesterday night, she returned the signed papers’ and they both finalized announcing it the next morning after informing the five. Brandon dressed up in a wine tuxedo with matching leather shoes and a diamond-encrusted Richard Mille wrist watch. He took his body spray and used some of it. "Huuuuh, I never thought it'd turn out this way, but here we go, Brandon, happy second marriage to you," he said to himself. He took his cellphone and the pistol from the bed. He place