Edgar stopped in front of the house. After a pleasant evening with her, he decided to drive her home himself just to spend more time with her. Elsa felt a warm feeling in her chest at the gesture, but all that vanished when she saw the figure outside.Ray was lying on the lawn staring at the sky. Was he waiting for her? Her heart fluttered at the thought. Edgar noticed her distant expression and traced her eyes to the man on the field. His features hardened. “Who is that?” He asked her.“Oh,” she turned to him with a nervous smile. “That is Ray.”“Your… brother?” Edgar asked and she shook her head.“Of course not. I expected you to already know I'm an only child,” she snorted, stepping out of the car. Edgar stepped out too. He was pretty sure the man was aware of their presence but he didn't make any attempt to get up from the spot. He watched Elsa run up to the stranger. His lips poised in a frown. He didn't like the excitement on her face. “Ray? I'm back!” She announced, kicki
“So, tell me about yourself. It will help me to know what position to fix you,” Edgar asked. Jay gave it a thought. How could he tell the man about something he barely knew himself? “I… Doctor Larry found my body floating in the ocean. He believed I must have drowned somehow. I can't remember anything about my family or where I come from but I do know that I cook very well and have a vast knowledge of business,” Ray answered.“Business? You?” Edgar taunted. Ray tried not to take it to heart. It was expected for the rich to look down on others at some point in their life. Whether it was intentional or not. “Yes, business. I have read books, sir and I can boldly say that my knowledge is not garbage. It might not be as accurate as yours but it is still knowledge, nonetheless,” Ray said, without taking offense. Edgar watched the young man keenly. He took a sip of his wine and straightened up. “So tell me, Mr Ray, do you have any business plans? Forgive me for being intrusive, I just a
Elsa visited a few hours later to check on Ray, but Edgar got in the way. “Elsa, I didn't expect you to show up so soon,” He smiled. She looked over his shoulder searching for Ray with her eyes. “Yeah, I didn't think I would come so soon either. Where is Ray?” She asked. He painfully took note of the fact that even though he was right in front of her, she barely glanced at him. Her eyes were searching for a man who told him he had no feelings for her. He didn't comment on that though. He was confident that Ray would help him get her. He just needed to be patient.“Where is Ray?” Elsa looked at him for the first time since she stepped into the room. She raised a brow at him, confused at the expression on his face. “Is there a problem? Did Ray do something to offend you?” She asked. His expression grew more sullen. Just when he thought she was a little concerned about him. “Why aren't you saying anything?” Elsa crossed her arms impatiently. Out of frustration, she walked past him,
“Are you still mad at me?” Edgar asked Elsa in the kitchen when she came to grab a glass of juice. Her first instinct was to ignore him but on second thoughts, there was nothing to be pissed about. He clearly told her how he felt. The least she could do was accept it and move on. “No, I'm not mad anymore. It won't change how you feel,” she shrugged. “It's not what you think. I actually helped Ray because I wanted to not because I felt any sense of responsibility towards him,” Edgar told her. Elsa crossed her arms, “Is that so? You didn't sound like that earlier.”“I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything I said to you. I was just pissed that you came to my house for the first time and didn't spare me a glance. All you were concerned about was your friend and it hurt me,” he confessed. “He was injured!” Elsa said defensively. “Yeah, right, whatever. My point remains you didn't even care about my feelings. You just wanted to see your friend,” he insisted. Elsa couldn't deny he was right.
After Elsa left, Ray showered and got dressed, prepared to resume work for the day. He was supposed to resume early that morning but Edgar has his meetings rescheduled.Now he had three meetings to catch up with and as a PA, he was expected to be there even though he didn't know how to act. He took a look in the mirror. A sense of familiarity hit him when he saw himself in the black suit. He couldn't place it but it felt like something he'd done before. Often too. Ray didn't reason it too much because he had on his mind, way bigger than a mere suit. He wondered how Elsa would react if she saw him in a suit. He took a selfie and sent it to Elsa. She viewed it almost immediately and dreaded nibbles through his skin as the three dots appeared. “First time seeing a monkey look good on a suit.”He let out a chuckle.“Is that a compliment or your way of calling me ugly?” He texted.“Take whichever suits you best,” she replied.“Crazy girl,” Ray chuckled, pocketing his phone. He didn't
“Your employee is very rude. How do you cope with her?” Was the first thing Ray said when he entered Edgar's office. It seemed like the man was already done with whatever he'd been doing on his laptop. “Patricia?” Edgar chuckled. “I'm sorry about that. She might be a little in her head sometimes but she's the best we have around her. Very innovative with amazing marketing skills.”“Apparently she lacks communication skills,” Ray scoffed. “I lost a few pounds just talking to her. How does she market with all that intimidating aura or does she bully the clients into accepting her proposal?”Edgar burst into laughter, “If she heard that, you'd be losing a lot more than a few pounds.”“I don't doubt that.” He took the seat opposite Edgar’s. “You done for the day?”“Yeah.”“Is this the right place to discuss or do we do lunch or something?” Ray asked. Edgar suspected the discussion had to do with Elsa. His office was soundproof and there was zero possibility of them being overheard by ou
“Where are you going dressed like that, young woman?” Mrs Larry was leaning against the door, watching the girl eagerly go through her closet. When she stepped out in a skimpy skirt and sweater, she was forced to ask. “To see the man you're forcing me to marry,” Elsa answered easily. She'd already expected her mom to come barging in at some point so she practiced the lies to tell incase any situation came up.“Edgar?” Mrs Larry scolding tone had shifted to excitement. “You're going to see him? Do you want me to come with you?” Elsa paused, throwing her mother a weird look. “And why would you come with me? Is he going on a date with you?” She didn't mean to come off as rude as she sounded. On a normal day, her mother would have lashed out on her but since Edgar was involved, she let it slide easily. “No, I was just trying to offer you closure Incase you're uncomfortable around him. What restaurant are you going? Is it somewhere expensive?” Mrs Larry pressed further. At that point,
“Where are you coming from?” Was the first question that greeted Ray the minute he stepped foot in the house. He didn't know how to answer it. He didn't Edgar when he was leaving and he knew Elsa didn't want him to find out. “I'm sorry, boss. I know I should have told you but it just slipped my mind. I went out but I came back as soon as I could,” Ray apologized. Edgar sent down his glass. In the few days he spent in the mansion, he noticed that Edgar was some sort of alcoholic. He wasn't a drunk per se but the amount of alcohol he consumed in a day was quite disturbing. “You didn't answer my question. Where are you coming from?” Edgar repeated. Ray sensed the annoyance in the man's tone age decided it was better to come out straight than beat about the bush. “I went to Mama T’s place,” he answered.“Who the hell is that?” At first, Ray assumed he was kidding but the man's puzzled expression suggested otherwise. He didn't know the popular spaghetti vendor yet he claimed to be very