Mr Bush check in with a receptionist three minutes before the appointment time and try not to let the last-minute arrival bother him.Mrs Debbie is already anxious and impatient It is overshadowed by the fact that Dylan was not there and she tries his cell again, but gets only voice mail."That bumper had swayed us." Mrs Debbie sounded mean.The secretary that came their way has a flat chest and acne scars pitting her cheeks and jowls, the sort of woman who has become mean just to survive."Please, come inside, we're sorry for keeping you out." She was too nice that she got a red cheek from Mrs Debbie.Dylan's eyes rammed through the crowd, he checked his wrist, now that everyone was busy meeting their class it seems an opportunity for him to sneak out."I thought we would meet today at the bar." Mr Turner trudged Dylan's shoulder.Dylan turns to face him with a sly look. "Let's have a drink, Mr Turner." Dylan ignored every line of words said by the man.Mr Turner turns to the side. "
Natalie shrugs her shoulder and falls into the sofa with a concerned look covering her face. Her features were cowering out."Please don't tell me we're going to live in the street as bummers." Wayne clicked her tongue.Ric sat on the sofa his ankle crossing his knees and his finger tapping his chin at the most unpredictable event in their life."We should at least appeal," Francis suggests dropping the file on the desk and stepping towards Mrs Debbie.Mrs Debbie had her hand wrapped around her chin with an unusual look."What kind of appeal do you suggest?" Ric said adjusting himself in the seat and setting his heart to Dylan mouthing. "Getting rid of the useless son-in-law, what is the need of keeping a vegetable."Dylan looked Ric up with a smirk. "What is with the sneer, keep your head down.""All of you shut up!" Mr Bush clasped his hand on the table adjoining every.Dylan looked at the floor so that they didn't notice him, he hide the fact that he is lying about his whereabouts
The heat was unbearable. . .Dylan felt a bead of sweat slowly dripping down his neck and sacrificed itself through the cotton confine of his already damp polo shirt. He strategically fanned a piece of paper at his face looking up at the clustered sky, the last thing he wanted was for rain to fall, his whole body seemed to be melting. Hours later wind whistled across the city, the sky screamed of darkness and thunder rant aloud. Shortly after the water starts to dribble, Dylan rushed into Crescent's company, his hand covering his head, drenched in rain he hung his cloak on the rack and stepped forward to the lobby. His eyes scanned around. "I told you, Francis, didn't I tell you it was Dylan I saw." A voice teased. Francis gives Wayne a silly look and set down his glass on the table by his left. "You're the new janitor?" The ladies laughed, handing the mopping stick and bucket to him. Dylan gives the familiar woman a bitter look while he hung his head at the menacing loo
2, The Masked Son In LawSwallowed in the mud of the proposal Dylan's legs were heavy as metal stuck to the ground."You mean you want me to be your son?" Dylan asked."Ebony hair, blue eyes, sharp jawline, milky skin and a poor background. Who says you can't be rich Dylan?" His leg was tipped to the ground. "Yes you're right, wealth is here calling out to you and you have two options you either choose to be wealthy by my side or stay stoic, the choice is yours in whatever way."Dylan was tempted but he flew his arm back. "If this is a joke. Old man, you have got to know something I'm used to people like you treating me as if I were trash."The man cuts in. "And you despise it, you're not used to it, no one is used to being wasted, especially not you, you are a man of ambition and you crave vengeance. Let's cohabit." Dylan had made his research on the man, every of the rich in the city knows he was a super-rich conglomerate but they never get to meet his family, high-end, for Dylan t
3, The Masked Son in lawThe laughter roared in the room, Dylan looked at them with pity, then later scoffed. "Sounds like a dry joke to me." The doctor said, "What can you afford here, like seriously, painkiller drugs are over two dollars, from your shabby look I can sense you haven't made a cent today."Dylan forced a smile and stared at them. "Look, he is just as speechless as a moron, he can't speak, can he? What a pity, he must have seen himself in the mirror over there." "He's no star or anything, just to think he's a huddled piece of prawn." The nurse purses her lips in disdain and sneers.Dylan was not amused by their rants, there were so many people in the world these days who judge others by their appearance."Well you can see, we're not remorseful but grateful you got yourself another helper. We're no charity like them. Excuse us, we have patients to tend to." The doctor said trying to get away from the drama they started.Dylan didn't react; he just watched them as they
Minutes have passed Dylan still finds the situation he's in a joke, he's a grown man and for whatever reason, they thought they could turn his head as they like."What? That suits him better." Wayne let out without remorse. "It's not like he does his worth at the company or at home either."Debbie let out the most annoying scourge. "Who cares after all he's tired and weak like a chicken." She scoffed."Dylan looks pale, he can't survive without us, that is certainly more like us trying to ease the burden on him."Natalie, tired of what the mother along with her sister, Wayne we're doing swarming over the honey let out an irritated sigh. "Let's be informed this is not the right time to bring about my. . ." Natalie raised her brow and gave DYLAN, a kind of irritated look. "Fine I messed up big time, can we talk inside Natalie?" Dylan proposed with a warm smile."Not from you either, I don't want to hear anything." Natalie slammed the door and hit out."This is a whole lot of problems
Francis snatched the tray from Dylan's hand and insisted he tells them about the incident.But Dylan had no intention of letting them on in his private life. The fact that they were monitoring him had given him a hint on what to say."No I'm not working undercover, Wayne it's clear I'm busy.""No, these street guys with nothing to their name, you can't predict their level of desperation," Wayne explained to Francis."You know the VIP ticket will be occupied if we stay any longer than we have." Francis spokewhivh brought Wayne out of her thoughts. "We need to be among the toppers so get yourself together, will you?""Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Francis collects the phone from Wayne. That was a step that made Dylan anxious."It's not hard, take it from my hand," Francis demands. "Call the person again, it's not like you're not going to call him." And saying so, Francis plucked his hand into Dylan without giving him a chance to explain himself."It's the hospital." Dylan cl
"It's you, you were assigned to make sure he doesn't move outside the cage." The host was alarmed as he looked at Dylan before him and back to Lucien."I. . . should get the microphone fixed." He lied and scurried away.Natalie looked to the side toward the cage for Dylan and figured that his wife was on the edge."Natalie, I told you I would get out of there. And not embarrass you." He ran after her towards the shadows."There is no difference, the Bush family brought this upon themselves." She hissed at Dylan."What? What do you mean?" Before Dylan could figure out everything his eyes went flashing as to what end Natalie is doing this.Natalie gasped feeling a hand dragging her to the side. She turns to see Lucien annoyed, somehow he tries to contain his furry. The anger was clear that Dylan getting out of his trap was never something he predicted.Dylan was annoyed that the guy had already violated his bottom line by having an eye for his wife and now touching her in front of him.