Fiona was seated in her room, trying to meditate, this was one of her daily practices every afternoon. It helps her calm down, and it makes her day less strenuous.According to her, it's definitely one of the ways she develops strength for the activities that come with the afternoon, and night. Mr. Starling opened the door of her room without knocking, and he sat down on the couch.He didn't say a word to her, he didn't want to be the reason why she's not being able to get what she wants to get through meditation. Mr. Starling gaze traveled around her room, as he took inventory of everything, and he left the same way he came, quietly.When he stepped out of her room, he sent a message to one of his boys, I think it's time I get something new for my daughter's room. Here's a list of the things you have to get, and I want them delivered as soon as possible.He sent the list, and returned his phone to his pocket. He looked at her, and was about to walk away when he heard her soft feminin
Mr. Sterling laughed, "I see, you already know a lot about me, well it's fine, it's great that I have a daughter who's not oblivious of who I am, and what I do. That in a way is going to help me a lot in dealing with certain things in the future.You know there are certain people who have no idea about what their parents engage in, and it keeps them away from the realities of life. But I am not here to talk about that, I have more pressing issues than that," he paused looking at Fiona."Come on daughter, what's with that look, you don't have to give me that mean look, you could have just spoken up to say you are damn tired of my rants," he replied as he sat up, and straightened his sleeves."You know I can't do that right? It's not how you trained me, have you forgotten how you trained my brother and I? You trained us like African kids who don't have the right to speak when their parents are speaking.We can only speak when it's our time to do so, and you know what I mean by that righ
"Really? A huge lie at that? Come on, you are going to find happiness with him, he's a great guy. He's not a playboy, and I am dead sure he's definitely going to take good care of you, what else do you need?""What else do I need?" She asked, as she stood up, "Well I need a man, who's in love with me, one who cherishes me, one who understands me. I need a man who loves me for who I am, I need a man who I am going to get into a relationship with, not because my father pushed me into doing it.But because we both fell in love with each other, without any form of external influence, I am sure you understand what I mean right?"Mr. Starling exhaled, "Yeah I understand what you mean, you want what we call true love. Love without any form of infiltration right? Something supernatural from nature, great from the simplest of things, right?"Fiona nodded her head, "Exactly that's what I want, I don't want a love founded on the basis or foundation of families trying to stay relevant. I don't wa
Fiona sat down on her bed, thinking about what her dad said to her, he was right, but she was still finding it hard to accept the truth. Getting married to Alistair seems promising, but he wasn't the one her heart yearns for.It was Nathan her heart wanted, yeah just like her father said, there was no possibility that they might even do life together for long. Due to the nature of his job, he was tasked with protecting citizens, and also protecting himself.Unlike Alistair, who has people protecting him, at the same time, she couldn't deny how crazy life was. The person everyone thinks might end up living younger due to certain factors, might in a way die first.It's just life, and there's nothing that can be done about it, the best you can do is to play your part. She exhaled and got off the couch, and walked to the verandah, "Nathan, I know you can't hear me, but things are difficult for me to handle. I badly want to talk to you, but I don't get why you don't return my calls, or rep
Ethan sat back on his chair and dropped his phone on the table after speaking to his sister. He whirled around the chair for a few seconds, before he stood up. Ethan took a deep breath and was about walking away from his office when he got a Whatsapp message from Oliver.He quickly checked it, and his mood changed instantly, "I thought she said she doesn't have anything to do with him? What the heck did she do at his office?"He exited his Whatsapp, and went to his call log, and called her line. It rang for a few minutes before she answered, "My baby, good day," she said excitedly."Good afternoon my love, you didn't tell me you would be going to see Alistair," he muttered, and she became mute.He also kept quiet, waiting for her to answer, "I asked a question, Elara.""Yeah, yeah, I heard you, I heard what you said. It slipped my mind, no it didn't skip my mind to tell you. What I mean is that it just happened, and I had to show up at his office, that's it," she replied."Elara, real
(One hour later)Mr. Starling stepped out of his office, and his secretary rushed towards him, "Sir, I know you would want to rest badly, but..""But what? What is it Leslie?" He interrupted her."Mr. Charlie, and Mr. Wilde both called, they wanted to speak to you real bad," Leslie replied as they walked to his office."Did they tell you why they called?" He collected his tab from her as they walked into his office, she shook her head. "They refused to divulge any information to me. They were firm on speaking to you, and not me.""I see, that means it must be pressing issues right?" He asked, and they nodded. She nodded her head as she muttered "Yes.""It's alright, thank you so much Leslie, I will surely get back to them, you can leave now," he replied, and she bowed her head as she walked out of his office with a couple of files in her hands. Mr. Starling sat down on his chair, he took in a deep breath, and then exhaled.He folded his hands on his chest, dude tried wrapping his head
"Go on with your call, I don't even have an idea about what you are saying," Alistair walked towards him, and helped him pick up his phone. Alistair stretched the phone towards him, "Have it, it's yours."Mr. Charlie collected his phone from Alistair, Alistair waved at him, and he walked out of his office."I think we have a bigger problem," he muttered."Bigger problem? What do you mean by that?" Mr. Starling asked as he walked out of his office to Leslie's table. "I need a cup of coffee," he whispered to her, and returned to his office."Guess who just walked out of my office?" He asked, with beads of sweats on his forehead."I can't tell, your son?" He replied as she sat down on his chair."No, it's Alistair," he replied, and his jaw dropped."What? Didn't you lock your office? Hope he didn't hear our conversation?" He asked running his hands through his hair."That's what I can't tell, I only turned when I heard someone clear his or her throat. There he was staring right at my fac
"A no go area? Why do you think so?" Mr. Starling asked.He grumbled, "Why do I think so? Why are you acting as if you don't have an idea of what we did to him?""Please tell me, honestly I don't have an idea of what you did to him. Correct me if I am wrong, wasn't he the one who celebrated you and your family at the inaugural dinner?""Come off it, he was just trying to steal the spotlight," Mr. Wilde replied."What do you mean by he's trying to steal the spotlight? Dude has the spotlight, you don't steal what you have."Mr. Wilde moved to his verandah, "I know what I am saying. You won't understand the picture I am trying to paint. That young man played a trick on everyone last night."Mr. Starling paused, "What do you mean by he played tricks on us? You and I both know if you treated him badly, that was the best stage and time to expose you right?""Exactly, that's why I am saying he played a trick on us. You might not have an idea about what happened when he was living with us. B