This was becoming unbearable for Clifford as Sawyer looked more radiant and beautiful than before and when he also learnt that she was the director of her grandfather's group, his view towards her changed. And with her trained leg pulled out of the classic Rolls Royce car, everyone started gossiping about her.“Sawyer became exceptionally rich, wow, I knew from high school she was destined for something great.”“Stop it do you know what it means to be the director of the Lance family group,”They exclaimed. “Woah do you mean her grandfather overlooked all his sons and daughters and handed the company to Sawyer? Sawyer is lucky to be the first woman with administrative control.”“But the problem lies with her choice of spouse.”Clifford couldn’t believe his ear, “are you telling me Sawyer married that good for nothing?”They exchanged glances reflecting on high school and why he almost beat Derrick to a pulp. “Don’t tell me you’re not over Sawyer. No one would because she’s become so p
Derrick was surprised by this bet but the harder he thinks about it the more exciting it is for him.Initially, he had gone to the Fairfield company to invite his friend over there, little did he know that Clifford was the manager there, so while he was passing out the information about his launching event.Then somebody asked will Sawyer be present and you replied, “I have invited all our classmates except for you I only came here because I was having a meeting but don’t get me wrong for the late invite. I hope to see you.”After hearing these Clifford felt left out he stomped out from his office. He glared at Derrick, questioning what he meant by inviting all his classmates except him, Derrick had no option but to give the party invite to him. It was more of a forced invite, Derrick tilted his head and looked at Clifford. “Man, don’t create a scene here.”“Derrick why don’t you stay at the corner we are trying to make your launching event permeable with some play, the new guy that
Warren overtaking Clifford was still a nightmare. How could a fake Spectre take over his own original and limited edition at that?This left everyone restless and in panic, lucky enough for them they didn’t get anything, unlike the patriarchs who lied down their shares just for Warren to lose.They were still dumbfounded. No one would think Warren whom they have completely overlooked will fail would overtake Clifford's car at such speeds and manoeuvresRita was a butch, she lied about Warren knowing his ways with cars and driving recklessly was a trait of a car racer.Clifford was not halfway through with the race on the road and Warren had taken a turn through the road and yes heading towards them.Vroom…Clifford increased his car acceleration but his car won’t just go fasterWhen Clifford reached the finish line, there was a loud clap resonating through the air. His eyes almost bulged out as they looked around to find out the cheers were not for him but for his opponent.He hit his
Clifford had barely the temper to think if he lost face in the predefined presence of his friends they would kick him and question his integrity.Furiously he chewed on his jaw and to see his gaze to the car combustion engine with the coffee in his hand he poured it infinitely.He raised his head and glared at every single one of them gathered there. “Look here I'm not a sore pathetic loser like Warren, I will not seek the sympathy of the good for nothing Sawyer decided to marry.”Suddenly he carried another gallon and poured his car until it was filled up and was pouring with the coffee not too long one of his friends rushed to sit in front of the driver's seat and start the car.At first, the car didn’t want to start but then smoke started emanating distorting the sound of his car engine that kept going off and slipping down he stood grim despite the burning sensation in his heart.The onlookers were extremely thrilled and excited and were now talking and murmuring in the background
Clifford proudly replied to their questions especially when they asked about securing a spot with the Welsh group. “Sure! you can! forward your resume, my dad can’t reject your resume in my hand he will get you one of their best start-off jobs.”Warren was shocked by all this, what is this bully turning his Welsh group into? he's busy chartering people just anyone and using his father as an excuse. More so he didn’t know that the man held such a high position. but now that he knows he won't sleep over it since his son wants to abuse the connection he has.This was Clifford flashing his flamboyance and indirectly firing his father. Warren quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket and searched for the name of Clifford's father on the lists of workers at the Welsh group, he found out that Clifford was right regarding the position his father held.He then placed a phone call that was unstable and walked to the corner when he noticed that all eyes were on him regarding the race and the
The lady did not stop there she went on to put the painting on display. With the same disgust clouding her features.Warren stared at her in shock. So her judgement was only a measure of how well each of Deerick's classmates were doing and Sawyer's gift isn’t enough. Just some hours ago before Clifford went down the drill they hyping him and celebrating the fact that he came in such an extraordinary car.One of their classmates stood up. “I brought the best wild ginseng root for you to brew your coffee with.”Derrick thanked each one of them, he collected the box of ginseng and opened it and a well-stashed ginseng root was inside, single the root had been known for its herbal benefits one could guess how much it was worth, it was worth thousands of dollars and more.Another of his classmates came down he stuffed his hand into his pocket flew his pen across the paper and handed Derrick a cheque for twenty thousand dollars.He kept receiving gifts from each other of their classmates. So
A deep garnet-purple wine washed down Warren's face before he could drop the platter in his hand on the table."This is Chateau Margaux. You should count yourself lucky that it's washing away the poverty in your blood. " Floyd Galen swirled the glass in his hand in the air.He relaxed his back against the lounge with a woman sitting on his lap, a wide smile spread across her face. Warren looked at them and did not answer them."What about it?" The woman, Maeve deliberately inquired."It costs $219,000, it's one of the most expensive wines in the world.'' The man in a well-groomed suit that cost an awesome amount chided.She gaped in extreme shock. Then lifted her gaze at Warren. "Oh my God, you must be extremely rich and hard-working.""Darling why are you stressing, Warren here doesn't appreciate what that means." She mocked while pouring Floyd Galen another glass.Warren's heart aches, the woman that is mocking him is Maeve, Maeve is his girlfriend's best friend and knows how he str
Wincing in pain, Warren forced himself up to the Baritone Resort, he got to the manager. "Warren, you look terrible, what happened to you?""Don't worry, I have come to you for half payment of my salary."The manager gave him pitiful eyes, Warren had worked for him for almost a year now and within that period he was punctual, getting home deliveries done as extra while serving the people that came and went into the resort.Giving him half of his salary for treatment was not a big deal; he expected the man to understand he had no money.The man sighed. "My hands are tied, I can't help you." Warren hit his hand on the table wincing from the pain in his rib. "I need it for treatment! Can't you fucking see?"The man went flat for moments."Loser! Do you think I need you? You can die if you want, this is not a charity organisation!" He screams.Warren hit his hand on the table again. "What! I worked for it, it's my sweat."The man tore out a paper and slammed it on the table. "Get out, yo