Nice to meet you, Mr CEO

The Manchester’s mansion at Mission Hills was seen from a pretty good distance. It was built In the early 18s by sir Phillip Manchester and passed down from generations to generations till it got to Mr. Maxwell Manchester who in turn plans to carryout the tradition by passing it to his 29 year old son, Fred Manchester.

“Excellent,” a lady remarked loudly, she was shouting on top of her voice and was not listening to anything the guardsmen were saying.

“Listen Ma'am Mr. Manchester never confirmed you as the new wedding planner.”

“Let me in,” the lady shouted again, drawing the attention of the man taking a rest by the pool.

He was in a boxers, his body attracting the ray of sunshine. He was well built, his abs attracting the sight of everyone around him. “Pedro, what’s wrong?”

“It’s this lady, she says she has come in place for Miss Jonathan.”

She was waiting for him to look at her and realize she was the lady he had slept with in a drunk state for a hundred box