Jordan slowed the engine and finally put his car to a stop right in front of his villa, three hours later and turned to his right where Maya is sitting quietly beside him. He stopped himself from pulling her into his arms to ease the fear on the ordeal that she had went through.After the paramedics checked on her and treating the injuries she sustained, Jordan accompanied her to the police station where she formally gave her statement and had charges filed against the man who entered her villa, hurt her and nearly raped her.During the time they were in the precinct, Jordan saw Maya answer a call and he assumed that it was probably Grayson. He watched from where he was sitting and saw her speaking quietly on the phone for a while before becoming frantic. She was walking back and forth, probably talking some sense into Grayson before the call finally ended.“Looks like you’ve got company,” Jordan commented, breaking the silence inside the car.Maya turned towards the direction of her
Maya poured freshly squeezed orange juice in a tall glass before handing it to Cassandra Cunningham Johnson, Jordan’s niece. The younger woman smiled at her thankfully and took a drink and placing it back down the counter. “This is really delicious, Ms. Maya,” Cassandra commented after swallowing another bite of the Dutch pancakes. “Our chef back home is good but now that I’ve tasted your cooking, I prefer this one. Will you consider adopting me?” She smiled at the teenager as she took a seat on the stool. “I don’t think your parents will like it,” Maya remarked. Cassandra remained silent for a while. “I’m pretty sure they won’t mind,” she finally answered. “Most especially my mother. She’s six feet under and my dad… well, I’m sure he’s out there somewhere, doing whatever crosses his mind.” Maya looked at her in surprised. “Are you telling me that you’re on your own?” “Technically. But, Uncle Jord took me under his care when mom died while my father took off, clear that he doesn
The entire dining area of the soon to open Aurora restaurant is in construction chaos as all of the works had started to mobilize together in full swing at The Oceanview Hotel. Safety signages and walkways had been provided and the project supervisor and safety superintendent made sure that all construction rules are implemented and followed.Sparks from ongoing welding works as well as from grinding works blended simultaneously with the sound of the drills, hammering and sawing.All of workers are in complete uniform as strictly implemented by the hotel’s security. The workers are all wearing their construction uniforms, their tops in different colors as per their engineering trade, reflectorized vests, safety hard hats, steel bots, safety googles and mask. The only way to identify the personnel is by the ID that all must wear pinned to one of the stripes of their safety vests.At one corner of the area, Lester Bradford, the Project Manager overseeing the construction is currently co
Grayson, with a set look on his face watched quietly as Maya stood still when the additional bodyguards’ he had called for introduced themselves to them the following day in the villa. Turning towards the housekeeper he also had hired, nodded at her to serve them some breakfast. “The additional bodyguards are overrated, Grayson,” Maya complained to him lightly when the two of them were finally alone in the living room. “Why not just lock me up instead?” “If I have my way, Maya, I would have already done it,” he countered calmly, knowing deep down that she is holding her anger. He turned and walked towards the dining area, sitting on one chair. He picked up the morning paper and made himself busy by reading the headlines while he hears her preparing at the kitchen. “But I know you won’t like it. So, the bodyguards will do.” Maya distracted him by waving his cup of coffee in front of his sight before placing it down in front of him. She then stomped back to the counter. Grayson just
Jordan, clutching the file that Mason had handed to him the night before stalked towards the outdoor dining area where he was informed on Grayson St. Claire’s whereabouts on a bright Tuesday morning.His eyes narrowed coldly when he finally spotted the Englishman occupying one of the secluded, outdoor dining tables with his laptop opened in front of him along with some files. He is currently drinking his coffee with a half-eaten sandwich, while browsing through whatever is displayed on his screen.Holding on to his anger, Jordan sauntered towards him and before he could stop himself, he slammed the file on the table in front of Grayson.Grayson looked up from his screen, his eyes turning cold when he saw who the person was that interrupted his work. He stared down at the folder as he put his cup down and closed his laptop.“What the f8ck do you want, Cunningham?!” He scoffed coldly.Jordan clenched his fists angrily.“Why don’t you tell me, St. Claire,” Jordan answered back evenly as
Grayson looked up from his laptop screen on a Thursday afternoon, inside the office in the villa towards the full-height window and watched as Maya threw a ball towards the grass and with a bark, Pogo run after it, retrieving immediately and trotted back to her with his tail wagging.Maya laughed as she wrestled the ball from his mouth and hugged him when he dropped it.“He can’t do anything, Gray,” Callum Moore said patiently as he handed to Grayson some documents that he is reviewing. He leaned back on his chair and followed his gaze. “If Cunningham insists, I have the files. Maya knows about it.”“And you know overtime that she tends to forget them,” Grayson returned sarcastically. He let out a frustrated sigh as he run a hand through his hair and leaned back on his chair. “The severe trauma to her head from that accident six years ago has always been the effect even up to now. I tried getting her back to therapy but she’s very firm in her decision not to. If you remember, we had a
Maya followed the salesperson assigned to her the next Tuesday morning as she is being led to another row of plates on display at The Plate Signature. The shop that Grayson had recommended her to had her plates customized.“That shop has been known in this state as the best pottery for plates,” he mentioned to her over the weekend as she presented to him the design that she came up with and asked the best location for the restaurant logo to be printed on. “I even told Skylar to have The Spicy Panda’s plates made here as well. A different look for this branch, something modern.”“I already had Thomas set an appointment for you on Tuesday at ten in the morning. It’s already on your calendar and reminder,” he continued as he looked at the different plates, she had sketch and pointed at one. He smiled at her approvingly. “Why not make this one as the serving plate instead? You can put the signature on the top center.”Maya contemplated for a while, studying his suggestion before finally n
Grayson, that afternoon, looked up from the paper that he is writing on when he heard the car pulling up the driveway inside the office of the villa he had purchased before. Instead of standing up to meet Maya at the door, he turned his attention back to the writing he is doing.He heard the door to his office creaked open.“Grayson?” Maya’s voice called out lightly. “May I come in?”Fortunately, his mobile phone rang and Grayson immediately reached for it to answer.“Hello, Benedict,” he said a little bit out loud to make sure that she could hear him. He heard the door closed a few seconds after and Grayson cursed at himself for acting immature. “No, it’s all good, Nathan. What have you got for me?”Grayson leaned back on his chair as Nathan relayed to him what his men had found out with regards to the case that he requested to be reopened.“Those persons of interest that we identified based on the footage that my office got before, one’s in prison, the other in rehab and so far, the