Xyrielle took a spoon and scooped a little from one of the plate of the egg Benedict she made a d immediately spatted it into an empty plate in front of her. She laughed again. " Don't try to impress anyone Andrea, they won't accept your efforts" " Do you always treat everyone around you this disrespectfully?" Andrea asked her. " Calling everyone by their names even though they were older than you. If my brother were here, he would have beaten you if he were to find out that a little girl like you called me by my name. He's Eighteen though, but he still treats and calls my name with respect. I'm surprised a little girl like you don't" she added to annoy the girl that had been picking up at her. Xyrielle swallowed her spit. " Well he can't" she blurted. "There's no hope he'd see me anywhere anyways. He must still be at your village province where you people don't even know how to make a common egg Benedicts" Andrea shaked her head and laughed deep within her. The girl was real
"Ohhh mother,you won't imagine the lady that had acid thrown at her face. Apparently she was having an affair with the commissione's husband and when she found out the second class husband she had fallen in love with and married was having affair, She went after the lady and threw acid on her face" Beatrice said. "it wasn't on her face she threw the acid on.If you want to gossip, atleast do so with correct facts" Xyrielle dissed at her mother, pissed off by the mere sound of her voice. "You disrespectful urchin" Beatrice said, clenching her teeth at her."Enough!!" Mrs. Eduardo said and the dining became silent again."You tried, but try harder next time" Mr Eduardo muttered before he stood up to leave for work.His remark had left the people who were in the dining with him surprised. He wasn't one that complimented someone's cooking, he wasn't one to throw in good remarks. As he walked out, along with Claudia and Beatrice that followed suit, Andrea picked up something.Xyrielle d
Andrea waited a few minutes more at the dining, hoping to see if Niklas would come. A submissive wife was meant to serve her husband his meals as she waited behind at the already empty table, hoping to see him come out of the room. Minutes passed and she does not see his shadow nor any sighs of him, so she stood up observing the photos hanged on the wall of the large room that joined with the dining, which seemed to be the living room, whiling away time with it. "This one over here is Niklas' grandfather, then his great grandfather and his father" she heard behind her and turned to see Mrs Eduardo back at the parlor. She was dressed up as if going somewhere and Andrea wouldn't lie, she looked very beautiful in the skirt and blouse that doled her body. She smiled while bending her head to her for what she had shown him. " They were good people, but they died early. Only his father is left" she said and pointed to the photo of the man near Niklas'own photo, the man she had seen at
The boardroom was opulently decorated, exuding power and wealth. The long, polished table was surrounded by board members, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation. At the head of the table stood Mr. Eduardo, the retiring CEO, with a stern expression written all over his face, an air of finality around him as well. Beside him was Niklas his son, dressed in a sharp suit that was ironed and tailored to fit his chiseled bodh. He looked confident very confident as he stood beside his father even though his heart burned against him. His expression was calm, but his eyes gleamed with ambition. Sitting a few seats away is was Claudia, Niklas's aunt, formidable and with a body that was betraying her aging, her face was a mask of barely concealed disdain. Her son sat by her side. He had gently returned home the other day because he had had some issues to take care of at the office. He always stayed back numerous days without returning home taking care of things at the o
Andrea walked in to the office, hoping no one would notice the dress nor shoe she wore. She had not carried a bag with her because all the bags in the wardrobe had been designers, limited edition bags and celebrity collections that she only saw on TV. If she were to carry such to her place of work,she knew that she would not get enough stares and talking from the others. But even though she had walked meekly heading to the office of the Director, she still noticed heads turning and murmurs rippling through the crowd of coworkers. Among the people who couldn't let the dress, a striking departure from her usual outfits, was the head of the department she worked at and her assistant, Lisa and Jenny. She noticed Lisa's eyes widen. "Andrea, that dress is gorgeous! Where did you get it? Isn't that a Valentino Clemente flower of tears dress? How could you afford something like that?" She asked her bluntly, not mincing words. Everyone knew she was one of the poorest staff, she might
A smattering of applause filled the room, but it was hesitant from some people. Claudia's hands remained motionless on the table, her knuckles white with tension. Eduardo turned to Niklas, extending a hand. Niklas shaked it firmly, putting behind their differences aside for the sake of appearances, then stepped forward to address the room. "Thank you, President Eduardo for your trust and mentorship" he began,citing his father's new position, the new role he would start working tooth and nail to make from him again. " I am deeply honored to take on this role and continue the legacy that EMC Conglomerates has built" he finished and glanced around the room, making eye contact with each board member, including his aunt and cousins whose eyes beared hate and malice in them, as if they could kill him of people could kill with their eyes. Again the room erupted into an applause. It was not a new thing to them. It was a family business and the new CEO always came from their family, the onl
"What are you doing here Andrea? To get some women to throw a pity party for you?"Andrea looked up at the man who stood in front of her. He had been hers and everything she had wanted to own.Just a few weeks has put an end to what they were, to what they had been , to what they could have aspired to be in the future.How dare her try engaging her in a conversation now after he cheated on her with her friend. Not just was he adamant but his composure and reserve does not even look as if he is sad about cheating on her.She took a few steps sideways meaning to walk away from him.She didn't want to see him, she didn't even want to give a reply to anything he might ask.Why should she. She is no longer under the compulsion to do so, no one can force her to do so either.But as she meant to walk away from him, he walked to her front and blocked her way." Why? Do you feel wronged. Why would you feel so? You do not even have the right to feel so. Poor people shouldn't feel so, don't you
Dante was seen walking down the church hallway with a nun.He looked downcast and she understood his mood and did not try to engage him in a conversation, rather, trying to talk about the surroundings so he would forget what burdened his heart.This was the fifteenth time in the month that he was coming to the orphanage. It still looked familiar and as his eyes wandered aimlessly at all including the church by it's side which he was walking to, he couldn't help but recall his times at it in the past."You don't have to worry too much Dante. We will find her. We all just have to believe. Who knows,she might be looking for you as well. By the grace of God,I believe that sooner or later,you two will be reunited once again" the nun spoke up to console him.Her eyes could not leave him, pity and care filled her facial expressions as she stared at the once little boy she has once saved alongside his sister, all grown up now , successful and kind like he had being raised to be, but broken