Monica projected the screen of her laptop through the fifty-inch LED TV on the wall. Mr. Herbert Norman was anxious but Sly was embedded in confidence. As soon as the report appeared on the screen, Veronica's smile froze, a horrible look covering her facial features. At the last minute, the IT team had been able to recover Monica's files and sent them to Sly.
Sly was proud of Monica's work, as it neared perfection. Monica's presentation was on point. She was clothed in confidence, her voice steady. Applause echoed through the room with cheers of congrats, as Monica took her seat beside Sly.
"I think Monica is perfect for the position. I vote," Mr. Lawson, a shareholder, exclaimed.
"I think so too," another board member spoke.
Votes were ringing down Monica's name but the only one who remained silent was Veronica and Mr. Bruks. As every eye focussed on her expectantly, she got up and stormed out of the board room. The meeting went on as if she never
Monica paled at Veronica's words. 'Did I just fall into Veronica's trap? Where did she get that kind of money?' She couldn't understand what was happening to her. She had no intention of leaving. She just wanted to poke fun at Veronica but the latter seemed to have rather trapped her.Monica wore a firm resolve and announced, "Did you ever take those words seriously? I'm not leaving Sly."Veronica's voice was taunting as she said, "I knew you would say that, which is why I have this,"She tapped on the screen of her iPhone and Monica heard her own voice through the device. Waves of shock chastised her, as the video played.Veronica; ' "Name your price, Monica. I will give you anything for you to leave Sly.Monica; "You? What can you offer me? You have nothing,""Try me, Monica, name your price,""Fine, you want me to leave Sly, this is my price. Two billion dollars is all I ask from you. If you get that, then w
James was convinced that Sly was out of his mind but even more greatly, Sly had almost drunk too much.He knew it would be useless to reason with Sly but that didn't stop him from trying. His pathetic gaze landed on Sly's flushed face and bloodshot eyes, as Sly gulped down another drink. The girls cheered him on."Sly, you are still a married man. Stop it now," James expressed firmly, his voice a yell through the boisterous sound of the music in the background.Sly stared at James strangely with agitation, took off his ring, and threw it at him. James caught it in mid-air, as Sly ground his teeth and spoke irrationally, "that's it, I'm free. Now get me some condoms and a room," he said loudly."No," James said defiantly.Sly was agitated and asked the woman on his right, "Do you have condoms?""Yes," both of them said simultaneously. Sly stood up and staggered in the process, held the girls by the breast, pressing it simultaneously. They moa
Monica was surprised to see a pretty blonde girl, holding a home-baked cake on a tray. Reluctantly, she opened the door and was warmly greeted by the blonde girl."Hey, my name is Serena. I live next door and I saw you move in a few hours ago. You must be hungry." Monica felt instantly drawn to Serena. She had a lovable personality and was outgoing. Monica held no reservations and said,"My name is Monica and yes, I just moved in but I was about to go to bed.""Early bird, I guess. Here, this is a welcome gift. Call me if you need anything," Serena handed the cheesecake to Monica and turned to leave."Wait, can we talk for a while?" Monica felt she had been rude since Serena was thoughtful and took the initiative to welcome her. She also lived next door, which meant she had a wider knowledge of the neighborhood. No matter how she saw it, Serena was her helper at this moment."Sure," Serena agreed. She liked Monica from the very moment she laid eyes
Monica knew better that Sly was a man of his words. But how was he going to make her sign the divorce papers? Was he going to travel down to Georgia and force her? Monica did not have the answers but strangely she wished he would come. However, she decided not to dare him or give him any hope."Goodbye, Sly," she ended the call. She decided not to answer any calls from a strange or unknown number anymore. If Sly kept calling, she might give up on everything. Nevertheless, she couldn't stop wondering what Sly was up to.Monica went to the warehouse with Serena the next day. It was exactly as she wanted, huge enough to accommodate the thousands of gadgets. Still, renovations had to be done to put it in a commercial state therefore, she booked an appointment to meet with the manager. Regardless, when they got to his office, Monica could feel her social phobia slowly creeping in. Being with Sly gave her respect and dignity because he was there to protect her. She nev
"Monica, do you have plans for lunch?"Monica stopped in her tracks at the sound of Bernard's voice. Threads in her brain began to link up, trying to process what he meant with those words. She wanted to turn but her feet felt too heavy. Just when she was about to speak, "Bernard's voice rang again. "Just to conclude everything and to know each other as business partners. If you can wait for a while, I will have my secretary prepare the requisite documents for us to sign," Bernard said, rather casually.Monica condemned herself internally for having a negative thought about Ben's invitation. Why did she have the feeling that it was something more than lunch because Bernard didn't show any suspicious behavior. He was rather calm and exhumed an aura of dominance. "That's very thoughtful of you, Mr. Bernard P-" Monica turned around and was about to mention his full name but he beat her to it."Ben, call me Ben," he said softly. He was not attracted to most ladies because they proved shall
Monica gaped in shock as if she just woke up from a dream. An instant chill cooled her mien. Her face paled, her knees trembled at the picture of Sly dressed casually in white shorts, a white polo shirt, and white sneakers with black sunglasses. From the picture, he was as dignified and regal as usual but what sank Monica's heart was the lady beside him. There were different photos, each with a different woman, scattered all over the middle page of the newspaper. What she heard didn't hurt as much as seeing it. She continued to glare in disbelief at the snapshots on her phone. Not only that, but the media was also doing a great job by adding more pepper to the already artistic story. 'Mr. Norman, the chairman and CEO of Norman Holdings, in his usual style.' It continued to elaborate; After receiving his inheritance, Mr. Norman's wife disappears and he goes back to his escapade with models. The details of the news stated that Sly only used Monica for his inheritance and the pair were n
Five years later; Dickson stood in a semblance of Sly in the office. He was apologetic but Sly's gaze was brutal. Time had changed him. Sly was cold and unfeeling. His office was remodeled with white decor, complemented by black furniture. He stared at Dickson distrustfully and with a regretful tone, he spoke. "What did you say?" Sly's voice was icy and his eyes fiery. His expression was stony. "Mr. Bru..Bruks proposed a business and I...I invested because mother advised me to," Dickson stammered. "And what happened?" Sly was calm but his voice was cold. He was clouded in a charcoal grey suit. His face had become hard over the years since he hardly smiled. "We...we lost everything," Dickson stammered pathetically, Clad in a medium grey suit. While people wised up over the years, he still exhumed foolishness. "Damn you, Dickson," Sly slammed his desk so hard Dickson jumped in fright. "I don't want to see you anywhere near this company.
"Guess what, Monica, we won the tender. This is worth 100 million," Elsie proclaimed excitedly. It wasn't the first time they won such huge deals but she felt delighted every time. Elsie had joined Monica's company a year ago after her graduation from Princeton college. She helped with the Sales and Marketing Department and also acted as a personal assistant to Monica since she graduated with a Bachelor of Business Administration. Being a personal assistant to Monica allowed her to learn more."That's wonderful Elsie, where is Serena?" Monica asked curiously, as she wondered why the latter wasn't there as well."They are still signing the documents," Elsie said. She was looking stunning in her dress suit, clad with little makeup to compliment her already attractive features."And what are you doing here?" Monica furrowed her brow as she asked. Her long burgundy hair was cut short and trimmed. She exhumed an aura of dignity and confidence. Her innocent look