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
At the Norman Holdings, Sly was at the office earlier than usual. His secretary had previously informed him about an investor. Sly was surprised at how a response came just three days after the advertisement. He hoped that more investors would show up to make up the whole amount. He still needed 18 billion since James had committed to 2. Either way, he didn't give it much thought, since Norman Holdings was still number one and the news concerning the loss had not been released therefore, it would attract investors across the world. Sly was exceptionally dressed today since it was a very important meeting. He made his secretary prepare all the necessary documentation for this important meeting. Two hours later. Mira walked into his office. "Mr. Norman, there is a gentleman here to see you. His name is Daniel Shaw.". Sly was solemn. He didn't show his excitement. "I've been expecting him." "I will let him in then," Mira said and walked out the door, ushering in
Monica heard voices around her. She seemed to be in a faraway land. Suddenly jolted awake, her eyes opened into the worried ones of Ben. Elsie, Serena, and some other workers were in her office. Her membrane of confusion shadowed her as worried looks focussed on her. She was lying on something firm and solid as a strong pair of hands clamped her cheeks. A wind of embarrassment swayed her when she realized that she was lying on Ben's lap on the sofa. Ben's eyes were filled with concern. "Monica, what happened? You passed out." Her senses were in a forgetful mode. She tried to remember and finally, she did. "My phone, where is my phone," she panicked. Ben was about to hand over the phone to her when it rang. He glanced at it before handing it over to Monica. Monica seemed to already have a fair knowledge of what Gertrude was about to say and beckoned everyone else to leave except Serena, Elsie and Ben. She released herself from Ben's grip and sat uprightly by her
Veronica recalled her own words five years ago in Monica's. It was the same ultimatum she gave the latter then. Instantly, she had the unsettling feeling that Monica was up for revenge. However, she had nothing more to fight for. All those years she spent trying to get close to her son only proved futile. She was bound to leave the Villa anyway, even though she didn't have a place with Mr. Herbert Norman. It was her decision and she had to pay the price. Whichever way, she still had her final hope of being with Mr. Welbeck. Therefore, she took the cheque. Mr. Bruks had outsmarted her, making her use all she had to pay him after he duped her. Now, she had something worthwhile to live on since Mr. Herbert Norman had used the money she gambled as her compensation."It's my money anyway and if you must know, I was already leaving."Veronica beckoned Dickson to leave with her after taking the cheque but surprisingly, he refused."Go on mum, I will see you at home."