54 // Fence Sitter

Being a billionaire had its own advantages. For instance, you did not have to book a plane ticket and wait for hours at the airport for the plane to board, and you did not have to go through many queues. In less than three hours, Jorge had landed in Durban in his private jet, and a few minutes later, he was literally running into an enormous building in Durban. 

His hotel. 

The staff members knew him and greeted him on the way, but were shocked when he replied with curt nods, and not with his usual radiant smiles. He went to the last floor where there was only a single suite, which belonged to him. He used his private card to open the suite and he stormed into the sitting room. “GET OUT!” He shouted at the three women who were busy massaging another woman. 

They stormed out of the suite without looking back. “Jorge!” Sonya jumped off the sofa, shocked to see an angry Jorge. “What are you doing here?” She cleared