Making Grandpa proudThomas jabbed him one more time on the nose, and his nose broke. The big man fell to the ground and was unconscious. The final bell came, and Thomas and his coach ran to raise Thomas hand as the winner of the fight.“Meanwhile behind the scene was Sir Larry shooting and clapping happily. “That’s my boy." He shouted happily and hugged a total stranger beside him. The man stood and looked at him like he was crazy.“That’s my boy.”“And I heard you for the first time, man." The strange-looking man responded to him. Thomas was held high, and the crowd began to boo and wonder if their favorite celebrity was never going to get off the ground, even though he was still breathing. Sir Larry ran up to the ring and carried Thomas up. “You did great, boy. At first, I thought you were going to let the big guy beat you to a pulp, but now I know better that you saved all that energy in you for the very last minute. And I love that survival technique you used on him. It was jus
A NICE TIME AT GRANDPA'S PLACELucas and Thomas walked into Grandpa Al Thani’s home happily after taking time to hug at the entrance. Thomas, too, had the excitement of meeting Grandpa again. He smiled and rushed up to meet with Grandpa. In the living room, Grandpa sat on this wheelchair with a smile, and this time he had no suit on him but black pants and a grey golf shirt.“Grandpa, you look good." Thomas said this and smiled at his grandfather, who was looking at him with awe."Thomas, my son, you have done me proud; at least I can now breathe my very last breath." He said he was holding Thomas by the hand.“Grandpa does sound like that. I know very well that you are not dying now, and you can be alive to see all that I shall accomplish if I finally get to win the final medal as well as get the medicine for all the problems I will be solving. Plus, we still have a whole lot of things to do, so cheer up, pop." Thomas said that and kissed Grandpa on the cheek.“Come have a good meal.
GROCERY SHOPPINGThe moment Thomas saw Maven pull up in front of him he couldn’t stop but wondered if she had seen the car that had just dropped him off. For a poor guy like him everyone in the city knows that no wealthy person in their right state of mind would want to associate with his class. He was poor and from a wretched home. He stood there looking at her with shock in his eyes.“Get into the car man”. She said to him with a smile on her face.“Where are you even coming from? I have searched the entire house for you”, she said to him.“You’ve been home the entire time?” Thomas asked looking at her as he fastens his seat belt.“Not exactly. I was home to pick up some documents and I didn’t find you anywhere around and just couldn’t ask mom because of course you know her response”. Maven said as she turned the car towards the city.“Where are we going?” Thomas asked with excitement building up in his tone. He always loves to go on drives with maven but must times they always end
NEVER MINDThomas and Maven drove home together, smiling and talking about all that had happened. This was just the beginning of all he was going to do to Tricia for the betrayal she gave him when he had nothing and the idea of showing her how wealthy he is after he had done all Grandpa wanted him to do. Even at the moment, he could still arrange and give instructions on what to do at the company since he was their boss. The only thing here is that he has to prove to Grandpa that he can carry out the task of leading the family without undergoing any form of pressure. This was a test, plus he was born with a mission to find his father’s killers, and that is exactly what he would do. He helped Maven get all the groceries from the trunk of the car and began packing them inside while she pulled her bag out of the car."Maven, is there anything you want me to do for you?” Thomas asked as he grabbed the big basket, clutching it to his chest. “None for now. I only need to change into some
A LOST DEAL“Maven was parked perfectly in front of the Al Thani group at exactly 9:30; her meeting with the tender organizers at the firm was scheduled to kick off at exactly 10 a.m., which Grace made sure she didn’t miss. Grace sat beside her in the car, and she pulled up in front of the Al Thani group tower. Maven knew that she had a lot to fight for before the day was over.Perhaps she could get the chance to win this, but with the way she had stood so tensed before the panel the last time she was here She took a deep breath and smiled to herself. She pulled the mirror down and spoke some words of affirmation to herself.“Come on, Maven, you can do this. You are smart, and you can handle everything no matter how it comes." She puffed out air a few times and then turned to Grace, who was comfortable watching her say a few self-affirmation words.“Let us go in; I think I am ready to do it.”“Are you sure about that, ma’am?” She asked Maben, and Maven nodded her head in response. T
A DINNER WITH HIMMaven had a worrisome look since she could not get out of the Al Thani tower. Despite the fact that Grace, her assistant, has tried to make her feel less guilty for what happened, Maven cannot get her mind off the mockery and scolding that await her when Grandma Clara finally finds out she has lost the tender deal to a less popular company. She held one hand on her chin as she drove through the city. "Ma'am, you need to calm down. At least you tried. Not everyone in your position will do all that you have done for the company, and if this doesn’t pull through, then we can look out for some other deals that would fit. Grandma will understand." Grace came to her own conclusion, which only made Maven laugh because she knows her grandma and her uncles too well to even let a word Grace was saying sink in her mind. 'Well, that is your own conclusion. Grace. I know these people too well; I know what they can do to me and what they have planned out to do if I fail, and I
SAY ALL YOU WANTThe next day came running as fast as it should, and Maven had still not agreed with the idea of having to invite Sabastian to their home, all because he helped her bag the deal at the Al Thani’s. She hated his guts and wondered why everything about him was so loud that everyone in the city would know he had helped you out with something."Maven, you need to be ready in five minutes; we do not want Grandma to rain insults on us again." Thomas told Maven, who was almost half dressed.“That is not the point, Thomas. I hate having to share my space with that proud peacock. My father this, my father that. I am so fed up hearing all of that bullshit." She rolled her eyes as she went on with her make-up.“I do not think all of this is necessary. He helped me, and that’s fine. Why are grandma and my mom making a big deal out of it? She complained and fanned her hand in the air. "Maven, do as Grandma has said, we do not want her wrath, remember?” Thomas reminded her of how
QUIT YOUR JOB!Maven sat there and listened to all Grandma had to say. She knew she could not deal with all the trauma Grandma had to dish out, so she held her cool. She ate her food in silence and sometimes flashed a fake smile at Sabastian, who was busy with his meal and enjoying all that Grandma Clara was doing to Thomas. He cackled, and each sound he made from his mouth birthed a bitter bile in Maven's stomach.“I hate his guts." She spoke to herself and continued to eat.“Well. Thank you very much, Ma Clara. I would love to take my leave now. Sabastian announced like he had just won a trophy. "Maven, you should walk him off to his car; a good wife would make her man happy." Grandma added. Maven frowned and almost flared when she remembered she was sitting before the only woman she feared so much. She faked another smile and got up, while in her heart she was dying silently. “Thanks everyone,” Sabastian said and got up. Maven followed him until they got out of the building.“So