Entangled with a Baby

“Mum, Starry meet my girlfriend.” King nervously introduced his mother and his grandfather to Laura as they entered the hospital room where she was admitted. Your girlfriend ??? Laura exclaimed inwardly. “Your girlfriend?” This time around it was the doctor shooting him a quizzical look. “I never knew you had a girlfriend. In fact you never mentioned.” Dr Narcos cheerily added. Laura’s whole head was spiraling out of control. This cannot be happening. Not with everyone here! He’s going to find out she was pregnant. laura thought. Few hours ago she was rushed into the hospital after she collapsed in his house, the doctor was about speaking to them as it seemed like there was a problem when King’s Mother and Grandad walked in. Apparently they were to come visit him that morning but since he called to say he was at the hospital for an emergency, they decided to meet him at the hospital instead. She hurriedly turned to look at her Uncle sitting by the side of her bed with a scow

RECAP FROM TWO WEEKS AGO… “The 30th of this month would make it the second year I’ve been working as your house keeper sir. Long story short, I wish to ask for an increase in my salary.” Taking a deep breath. She Paused, said a little prayer and continued “with due respect I’ll also love to remind you for the umpteenth time, my name is Laura and not Miss Cotton. Sir.” Laura didn’t mind the stares as she walked off to the bus station— these Washington heights folks never mind their business— still practicing the salary increment pitch she hoped to deliver to her boss first thing that morning. With the sheet of paper in her left hand and her bag hanging over her right shoulder, she had been going over the pitch for the last fifteen minutes. Silently praying she doesn’t miss the M2 bus and this goddamn! sweat doesn’t ruin her shirt. What if he isn’t in a good mood today? Laura frowned at the thought. Not like she was scared of him— at least that’s what she chose to let her 23 year

You know what they say about practice makes perfect. Well, Laura had been standing in front of her dresser with just her yellow lace pant and bra going over her salary increment pitch again. “Okay the 10th time is the charm” she breathed out—that’s what you said ten minutes ago going over the third time. Knock knock. Knock— “lu ohhh I’m sorry…” Throwing her hands in the air “Dad!! You need to knock. And even at that. You need to wait for the magic word!” “I’m sorry miss. I was just checking to see if you were ready. I’m making coffee and pancakes, would you like to have any before leaving?” Trying to stifle his laugh he called out to her again. “Laura?” “Yes. Yes dad. I’ll be down in five.” Few minutes later she was sitting on the kitchen stool stuffing her mouth with the pancakes. Every morning she either had a rough start or an eventful one. But thanks to her old man and Maddie who still tried to get her motivated for the day. “So you were saying?” Downing her last

The thing with being extremely wealthy is that everyone wants to have something to say about you. It seems as if their two cents matter —well public opinion does matter in the grand scheme of things— but this generation has made it an unwritten rule to always have their eyes on the rich. It’s an obsession people these days use in order to get through their shitty lives. An evasive obsession. Art of escapism? “Mum did you call me this morning because of the loads of nonsense these tabloids have to say about me?” King spoke with a glint of unbelief in his voice. There’s a lot of smoke in the air and every where seemed to be in a frenzied state right now. Thank goodness his building is not a affected, just the back of his office and he’s trying to join in salvaging the situation. Yet! his mother chooses this moment??. Cutting her short as she tried reasoning with him “I really don’t have time to do this with you ma, you are very much aware fire from the next building found its way t

“What is your secretary doing in my office and why won’t you stop blowing up my phone?” King demanded with a grunt as he stormed into Brian’s office. King stared at him from where he stood holding a scowled expression. Wondering why he’s never serious. “Alright. For your first question, I took it upon my self. As the kindhearted friend that I am..” He gestured with his hands— “To lend my secretary to you for the time being, before you get yourself one.” ‘Lend? Since when did we start lending each other our staffs. ‘ “You are welcome.” Brian quietly said as he swiveled around on his seat. “Andddd for the second question. Thank you very much for that question by the way.” King began to stomp out of the office — “I’ll be in my office when you are ready to tell me what this ‘supposed’ urgency is about. And please get that overly clumsy girl out of my space.” Brian got up immediately to block him from leaving. “I was just about getting to the second question, why are y