THE car which had arrived the airport to take Oswald Dino Escobar straight home was now at the front of the gate of his mansion, honking.
Soon, the gate slid open in his usual manner, and the car slowly drove in.
The driver was about to drive towards the parking lot when Oswald growled in a deep voice.
"Stop the moment you get to the front of the house," he said.
"Okay boss," the driver replied.
He halted and a guard in the car immediately came down and opened the car door for him, and he alighted. Then the car drove to park.
As soon as he alighted, he began looking around the environs, the guards stood behind him, waiting.
He looked at the security tower, the parking lot, the compound, the mansion, everywhere.
He saw two maids working on the flowers planted to make a pavement or demarcation, and he called them up.
"Hey hey, you two fellas," he called in a high voice and they looked up.
"Come here," he ordered.
Instantly, they dropped the sprinkler they were holding and rushed up to him.
"Sir. Welcome sir, welcome," they said in unison as soon they got to him.
He derogatorily looked at them, from the crown of their head to the sole of their feet, with his eyes spitting fire.
"Who the hell are you two doing that for?" he asked and pointed towards the flowers they were working on.
They were stunned and befuddled. What does he mean?
“Sorry sir, I don't understand what you mean?” one of the maids asked.
A deafening slap landed on her right cheek instantly, and the others cringed, including the guards.
She held her cheek and began sobbing quietly.
"You dare not reply my question with a question," he said, "I ask again, who the hell are the both of you stupid maids doing that for?" he shouted, looking from one to the other.
The other maid refused to say a thing, she just watched at her colleague as she was holding onto her slapped cheek and sobbing.
Another slap from him landed on her, and she shook in fear, unexpecting it.
"Sir," she cried out.
"Have you girls lost your sense of reasoning now? You can't answer the simple question I asked you," he said, "do you realize you both are keeping me standing?" he ranted.
"Sir, we… we are… do… doing that for, for you. We are working for you," the second maid replied, stuttering.
He snorted.
"Doing that for who? Have I been around?" he asked and they shook their heads.
He frowned and stretched out his hand to drag their right ears, and they winced in pain.
"You don't nod when I ask a question. You talk, you aren't lizards," he shouted.
"No sir, you haven't been around," they replied in unison.
"So you both are trying to tell me that, for five years now, for the five years I was absent, you guys have been here, watering flowers. Watering the flowers for who? Who had been living here all this while?" he asked, pointing at the mansion.
"Nobody sir, nobody", they replied.
"Good. So you weren't working for anyone, and the worst of it all, you were receiving fat pays, working for no one," he said, and kept mute for a while, looking at them.
The maids stood in fear, wondering what he was gonna say next. As far as they were concerned, it was their working place, it never really mattered if he was around or not, besides, his parents were aware that they were still working at the mansion, they have been the ones paying their salaries. So, what the hell was wrong with Oswald?
After a few minutes of silence, Oswald spoke out.
"You are fired!" he blurted out.
"What!" they both exclaimed, and glanced at each other.
"You aren't working for me anymore, I need no gardener maids. Go into your rooms, pack out your pieces of clothing, and leave this environs immediately," he said.
They went down on their kneels immediately, and began pleading. Huh?
His angry eyes looked at them and they went chilled immediately.
"This pleadings of yours disgusts me, it is irritating to my ears. Leave my sight and never you return. I do not want to see you, or a part of you around this premises. Now, leave," he shouted and they scrambled to their feet immediately and ran out, towards their quarters.
As soon as they left, he looked around, they weren't any of those lazy workers working, and so he continued his walk into the house, the guards followed him.
He got to the large entrance door and met two guards standing by it. Huh? He halted, and they bowed.
"Welcome sir," they said.
"So, you two have also been standing by this door for five years now, actually opening for who, or guarding who?" he asked.
The guards glanced at each other looking befuddled. They said nothing, they had nothing to say.
"You both must be very stupid ignoring my question. Now, get out you both, I do not want to see you around the premises again", he blurted out and their eyes widened in shock.
One of the guards with him immediately rushed forward and opened the door for him, and he entered, followed by the guards, leaving the two at the door shocked.
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……SEVEN YEARS LATER……THE sky was a sweet blue, scattered with wisps of cotton clouds, the sun not too harsh, just the perfect weather for a baby shower. The Escobar mansion had been transformed into a wonderland of white and gold décor. Soft jazz music floated in the air, the sound of laughter mingling with the gentle clinking of glasses. Round tables adorned with floral centerpieces dotted the manicured lawn, and shimmering white drapes flowed like silk in the soft wind. Every guest looked like they had stepped out of a designer magazine.At the center of it all stood the radiant couple— Oswald and Orlanda Escobar.Orlanda wore a long blush-pink off-shoulder gown, her hair flowing in soft curls around her glowing face. A delicate tiara sat on her head, her baby bump adding an extra charm to her silhouette. She laughed freely, resting one hand on her belly and the other entwined with Oswald's.Oswald, ever the striking figure, wore a custom-tailored white suit with a silk black shirt
THE Escobar mansion shimmered in gold and ivory hues, the grand chandelier raining elegance over the long dining table being set with the finest cutlery and crystal glassware. Fresh flowers lined the center, and the mouthwatering aroma of roasted lamb, buttered vegetables, and delicate pastries floated through the air as uniformed chefs and servers made final adjustments.It was a rare and cherished evening, one the Escobar family hadn’t experienced in years. Not since the days when laughter once danced through these same halls.Lady Frances stood by the grand hallway, clasping her fingers in an unusual flurry of excitement. Her heart was fluttering, not because her beloved son was coming home for dinner, but because she was coming. The girl who had done what no therapy, no medicine, no luxury had ever been able to do— heal her son.“Everything looks perfect,” Frances murmured, adjusting a gold goblet slightly out of place. Then the front doors creaked open and her husband, Lord Dino
THE office floor was alive with chatter that morning, but it wasn’t the usual talk about deadlines or client meetings. It was about Orlanda.She was everywhere, or rather, her story was. The photos from the villa unveiling had already made the rounds online, and the headlines were impossible to miss. Her name was on everyone’s lips.The women gathered in little clusters, their conversations laced with mixed emotions.“Honestly, I’m happy for her,” one young woman said, her voice sincere. “She has been through a lot. She deserves this happiness.”Another scoffed, crossing her arms. “Happy? Please. Some people just have all the luck. I have been here five years and—” she stopped herself but the bitterness in her tone lingered.Near the coffee station, an elderly woman spoke up, her voice firm but tinged with nostalgia. “She deserves all she gets now,” she said. “I knew her mother — Helena Lawn. Not too close, but close enough to know she was a good woman. What happened to her was trag
OSWALD sat at the long mahogany dining table in his parents’ grand home, the warm glow from the chandelier casting golden highlights over polished silverware. Lady Frances was at the head of the table, her eyes sparkling with a rare kind of joy as she poured tea into his cup.“It has been too long since you visited like this,” she said, almost chiding, but her voice was soft with affection. She reached across to pat his hand. “I missed you, my son.”“I have been… busy,” Oswald replied with a small smile, his deep voice calm and measured, but the warmth in his eyes gave him away.Lord Dino, sitting opposite, leaned back in his chair and studied his son. “I see, busy with Orlanda.” His wife chuckled and Oswald scoffed.“Well you and Orlanda now, son. Is that your choice?”Oswald’s gaze didn’t waver. “Yes, Father. She is my choice. My only choice.”Lord Dino gave a slow nod, his stern features relaxing into approval. “So, no longer Queen?”Oswald’s jaw tightened slightly at the name,
THE car rolled smoothly along winding country roads, trees arching overhead like a green cathedral. They had been driving for quite a while now, and Orlanda’s curiosity was nearly eating her alive. Every so often she would glance at Oswald, trying to read his expression, but he only offered that maddening half-smile that said he was enjoying keeping her in suspense.Finally, the road curved into a quiet bend, revealing a set of ornate wrought-iron gates. They were flanked by towering stone pillars, each crowned with lanterns that gleamed in the morning light. As the gates swung open, the car glided forward onto a cobblestone driveway that seemed to stretch forever.And then she saw it.A grand villa stood proudly at the end of the drive, all cream stone and sweeping terraces, its massive windows reflecting the sunlight like liquid gold. Beautiful gardens bloomed on either side, a fountain dancing in the center of a circular courtyard. It wasn’t just a house. It was a palace.Orlanda’s