Mr Mathew sat at the living room, glancing repeatedly at the doorway, his eyes betraying his unspoken anxiousness, and even though Tangie understood his concern for her, she just couldn’t sit by idly. As Tangie revisited her heroic efforts for Utah’s Culinary Institute, she realized she could do so much more than just playing the role of his pregnant wife. She wanted to do more- to take action.“How long are we going to keep staring at the door?” She blurted out, her voice sharp with resolve.“What else do you suggest we do?” Mr Mathew replied, furrowing his brows with concern. Tangie suddenly rose to her feet, her face still with determination.“Dad, I’m going to work. I am now the President of Sullivan’s Distribution Company. It is my first day of work...” before she completed her statement, she was already on the way out, trudging through the stairs with resolve.“Tangie!” Mr Mathew called after her, “Tangie!!” A door slammed shut in the distance, and the weight of her determin
Tangie Williams moved faster than the news about the ownership of Sullivan’s Distribution Company had shifted from the Sullivans Family to President Williams of Sterling Group. The announcement had come at midnight as Archer speculated but there wasn’t any official confirmation.Lord Sullivan, a strict traditional man bent on saving his face, kept his loss of shares and authority a secret from his family and employees.Meanwhile, Beatrice and Uncle Bernard resumed their usual duties, proudly displaying their titles by parading the hallway of the company to show off the tag on their suit.As Tangie and Mr Mathew stepped foot in the Company’s reception hall, Beatrice greeted them with a scornful tone. “Tut, tut, tut… I would save myself the embarrassment if I were you.” She chimed, her face beaming with pride as she subtly touched the ‘Chief Auditor’ tag on her shirt.“Get away, Beatrice. I am not here for you…” Tangie replied firmly, catching Beatrice off guard.Beatrice shifted unco
“But… how are you going to do that?” Celestine asked, his voice a blend of apprehension and despair. “We don’t even know the venue for the night, let alone have the right connections to make it a mask party.”Archer sighed softly, the plate of food in front of him gradually lessening as he dug in bit by bit. “Why are you worried about the venue? We will just ask Lebanon.” He replied.“I don’t want to deal with snakes anymore,” Celestine objected, “How can you still want to work with him?”Archer turned to him, his eyes glinted with mischief. “You cannot run away from everything that threatens you, Celestine.” Master Woods had not prepared him enough for the mission he gave him, but he was quick to learn how it really worked outside here. “That kind of behavior is called cowardice.”Celestine furrowed his brows in confusion, his eyes carried freckles of his concern.“It is not cowardice to stop trusting and being good to people who...”“Celestine, what are you ranting about? Your eyes
Tangie strode purposefully towards the conference room, her heels echoing against the marble as if determined to halt the world around her.Uncle Bernard stood by the doorway, his tall frame leaning against the glass door. As the clinking sound of Tangie’s heels neared, her feminine yet possessive scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled the air, preceding her entrance like an enchanting aura.Uncle Bernard’s gaze softened as he watched her approach, a mixture of admiration and hope clouded his eyes.Finally, Tangie and Mr Mathew stopped before him, their gazes met in a brief moment of understanding.“Do you want to talk about that dream of yours, Uncle Bernard?” Tangie asked, a small smile graced on her lips. Tangie always had great admiration for her Uncle Bernard, he was the first person in the Sullivan’s family to ever stand up to Lord Sullivan. Well, not for long, because sooner than expected, he was crippled by his father’s vices and dragged back on his knees.“Oh, I’m too old fo
Tangie stepped into the conference hall, about to take a seat she never thought she’d sit on. As she took smart resolute steps towards the Head of the mahogany table, she unconsciously glanced at the Auditor seat she used to occupy and it seemed so far from the Head she just sat in. The room went hushed with silence, anticipation filled the air as she settled in, and of course, she could vividly feel her father holding his breath, nervous about his twenty-four year old daughter taking heading over fifty employees, including him.But he was wrong, Tangie was a changed person now. Something in her had shifted. Perhaps, she was too slow to accept the fact that she wasn’t married to an ordinary man.Now, she realized being brave and courageous was the only way to be his wife and carry his child.Tangie released a soft sigh, her gaze flicking around the room, reading the expressions on each their faces.“From my previous seat at that side of the table, I could barely see anyone’s face. B
Strategy, a reason people could be good to you. Archer J. Williams smiled softly, his eyes sparkling with something Mr Adejobi could not quite understand.Across from him sat Mr Adejobi, a mam whose presence exuded knowledge and serenity. As they played GO, the ancient board game of strategy, each person waiting for the other to make a first move, President Williams sighed softly, the board before him leading to dead ends only."Will you give up?" Mr Adejobi asked, his face filled with sincere concern that Archer didn't know if he was asking about the game or about the night tomorrow.One thing he did know was, it didn’t matter which one, his answer would be the same."No, I must not." He replied, his eyes flashed with resolve as he made an unbelievable counter move on the board.Mr Adejobi shifted in his chair, surprised that he found a way out"Youre a remarkable player," Mr Adejobi chimed, his face beaming with pride, even though he lost."I used to play with your father, he'd le
92Mr Adejobi exhaled a deep and long breath. His features pensive, yet filled with concern. After what seemed like an eternity, he decided. "The best I can do is support you, son. You're clearly determined."Archer nodded slightly, his resolve hardening with each passing moment. "Thank you, Mr Adejobi. Stay safe until tomorrow."As they prepared to part ways, Mr Adejobi reached into his pocket, withdrawing a copy of an old picture. "This might not mean much, but I hold it dear."Reaching for Archer's hand, he placed it in his hand. "That is a picture of me and your father and you..."As Archer feasted his eyes on the picture, a fuzzy feeling of warmth coursed through him."I look so young," he muttered to himself.Mr Adejobi nodded in agreement. "You were such a happy child, just like James."You never told me why my middle name is James," Archer chimed, suddenly shaking of his daze."You are James, son." Mr Adejobi replied.Archer raised his brows with a questioning look. "But my
Seven Hours Before DinnerThe meeting with the staff and new executives of Sullivan's Distribution company had ended after the President of the company, Tangie Williams charged them to action.Enthusiastic about the changes and progress they were about to make as a team, they went to work almost immediately."I have never seen them like this," Mr Mathew commented as began their own unintended meeting. Uncle Bernard after a while of excitement became somber and pensive.Tangie observing his solemn behavior turned and asked with concern, "Is everything alright, Uncle Bernard?" Mr Mathew joined in, "Are you alright? You've been quiet."Uncle Bernard sighed softly, turning to meet their gazes. "Being excited for change is not enough," he explained, "As a consultant of the company, what strategic advice can I give if asked?"Tangie and Mr Mathew nodded agreeably. It wasn't enough to be enthusiastic about change, although it was a good start, they needed more than just excitement to get