“… he is your weakness. I know it, and you know it!” Said Meehan, his speech slurry. “He is not. He is my cousin.” Milton repeated what he had been telling Meehan for the past three hours.Tiwari was sitting in the corner across from them. He was tired of listening to the same conversation between Master Jackson and his friend but something told him if he dared stop them, he shall face Milton's drunkard wrath.Milton boycotted going to work today and luckily, he only had a meeting with Gabe Glen which Tiwari asked Miss Aida to postpone it. And a meeting with the Kipindi Rural planners which Bryson agreed to attend, after all, it was his duty.He has been here the whole day. Watching as Milton and Meehan rushed to the toilet to puke. Then return and continue drinking as if they have magic stomachs.It would have been fun to watch, only if Meehan’s words were lies.They were not far from the truth, although Milton yelled at his cousin, he cared about him. More than he should and perhap
He wore a black leather jacket, polo shirt, and slacks. Accompanied with black Cheaney Richmond R Derby Boot in Mahogany Grain Leather that Lucinda gave him, claiming, “your mom said I should give it to you when you reach of age.” As much as he wanted to ask more of that, he wouldn’t. How could he when in the corner of his eyes, he could see Brianna staring at him with doe eyes? Noticing his attention was elsewhere, Lucinda made eye contact with Marielle, and together, they narrowed their eyes at Brianna. Instead of shrinking, Brianna’s facade remained neutral, her stance stoic.Everybody wore black and they were ready to leave. Roger and Bryson joined them and they left for the memorial home. On the road, Milton listened as Marielle and Lucinda spoke highly of Crystal Jackson. Crystal helped Marielle big time by saving her from loan sharks who killed her husband. Even as she spoke of Crystal, you could see the shame in her eyes. They haven’t spoken much after Zelda accused Milton
Tiwari came an hour later with Bryson. Milton shook his head at Tiwari when he pointed at Natalie. If he mentioned Natalie’s name, he would have to spend another hour listening to Natalie just yapping and yapping. “Hey, Bryson.” Natalie greeted, pulling away from Dickson, without forgetting to look at him with disgust. Milton moved out of the way, something told him Natalie wouldn’t miss a chance to push him. Natalie purred as she ran her arm on Bryson’s biceps. Tiwari crossed his hands over his chest and stared at the couple. Then at Milton who was tapping his chin. Humming, Milton said, “work it is.” Bryson cussed lowly under his breath. Today wasn’t the day to deal with the likes of Natalie. “Bryson, why is he like this? Is he even your cousin?” Natalie spat, staring at Milton with looks that could kill. “Bryson, we need to talk. Call me as soon as you can.” Milton said and nodded at Tiwari. He would love to speak to him right now, but he thought against it, after all, it wa
“Milton, when you said I should work, I didn’t expect you to think I did be at your beck and call. It is disrespectful of you. Furthermore, you know how much I cared for your mother. Unlike you who didn’t take yesterday seriously, some of us do. We needed yesterday to mourn Crystal.” Roger yelled. Giving Milton no chance to respond, he continued, “you should have denied the invitation. “You are drenching the Jacksons’ name in the mud. Making a low life like Mr. Stone to treat us the way he wants. I am sure he has been going around telling everywhere he invited you at the last minute like a pauper. Only for you to show up, not by yourself, but accompanied by us. What have you been doing?“While we are at it, if you want to be disrespected by everyone, do it alone and not pull us all along. And if you have gotten stupider, you should remember I may not be Master Jackson but I am still your uncle.” Roger Jackson slapped his fist on the table, and the cutleries shook. Milton had stoppe
“Just as Brianna helped Ronae set herself at the Purple City, Crystal helped Mrs. Glen with her business. Fiona Glen is what she is now because of Crystal’s connection.” Tiwari explained. Milton hummed. “But before her death, things were not cool. Again, just like the relationship between Ronae and Brianna.” Bryson chirped in, staring at his cousin with adoration. Milton couldn’t help but look back. His cousin was giving him the creeps. “Dear cousin, you are getting wiser,” Bryson answered Milton’s unvoiced question. Milton chuckled. Milton was glad Bryson knew about the Glens. Although Bryson didn’t like to work most of the time, he was up to date with everything happening around the scions. He knew where a powerful daughter of a politician would dine and other useful information to use to his advantage. Gabe Glen tended to lose his parents’ money but it hasn’t been as bad as this time. His gambling habit has gotten out of hand. Well, Milton didn’t care but it was good to kno
“Ask for ownership.”Milton almost choked on his drink. Tiwari rubbed his back and continued, “get something to use as collateral. You must be vicious.” “Am I mixing my issues with business?” Milton cocked his eyebrow while inquiring about this.“That is not what I am saying. Sir, I met his employees yesterday and it is not good. Now, if you don’t want everything to go down to waste and be the same as Green Glen, take a different approach. He is desperate and he would agree to anything.” Tiwari explained, his voice calm.Milton scratched his head. He wished there was another way. Never as he thought he would someone’s weakness to his advantage. But what would he do? Things were bad for Mr. Glen. From a business point of view, Milton knew Tiwari’s idea was best.“Okay.” “Great. We have the money ready, sir. I succeeded in completing the sale of the Abrams.” Milton hummed. He had questions as to how his uncle agreed for Tiwari to sell the company but didn’t ask. Something told him
Milton was tired of how Nala treated him whenever they saw each other. And now, since he was practically saving their family from damnation due to their stupidity, he wanted to slap her. He held on to the rails and shook his head, “Miss Nala, this is inappropriate. If you want me to leave, just ask instead of pushing me around.” “Oh, you wish. You are nothing, okay? Nothing. I don’t care about you. So, leave. Or else you want the repeat of what Gabe did to you?” Milton chuckled, this was a better time to pull out from the help, after all, he hasn’t signed any contract with Mr. Glen. He saw Nala and Gabe on their knees begging him to help again. What was word of mouth anyway? Before he could drag her back to her father’s office and inform her father he was tired of working with them and should find help somewhere, he heard Glen speaking loudly on the phone. “My son, you have been doing well with the Jacksons, haven’t you? Master Jackson has decided to help us.” Milton wondered if
“Twenty isn’t what you agreed but it is fair,” Tiwari commented as he snatched the agreement paper of shares between Milton and Mr. Glen.“Things must be bad for him, uh?” Milton said and left to grab his meal. Tiwari followed him and before he pushed him behind and told him he was the boss, Milton told him he needed to do this for him, at least once. “That was unfair. Sir, I brought you here because it was your mother’s favorite place. Not because I wanted you to act as my servant.” Tiwari said while biting on his hotdog. Milton hummed and took a bite of his, he couldn’t help but moan. “This is good.” He said. They finished eating and Tiwari asked him a burning question, “it has been a week and Gabe hasn’t disturbed you. I am sure it has something to do with the shares. But sir, the last time you asked me to check on what is happening at the Green Glen, it was bad news. Don’t tell me you want to pay his employees.” “I can do that?” Milton asked and Tiwari almost choked on his col