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Author: Baby Nuella
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AS soon as the black coloured BMW screeched to a halt in front of the tall skyscraper building, a guard instantly came down from the front and then proceeded to open the back door.

He did and Oswald Dino Escobar alighted, looking all exquisite and dreamy in his neatly ironed Italian black suit, and very dark googles. Still standing by the car, he ran his left hand through his very dark curly hair as he glanced around the environs. 

As expected, they were people parambulating about, going in and out of the building, and glancing intermittently at him. He scoffed, ignoring their glances.

The guard who had opened the door was still standing close by, waiting for him. 

After gazing around, he turned his gaze to the tall building before him, this was the Investment company, a glass building of about a hundred plus floors. 

It was the head company, as they were a lot of other companies under his control as well.

Being away for five years was really worth it, a lot of changes in this particular company's building has taken place. Hmm, his parents must have done a lot.

"Bring my stuffs along with you Nathan", he said without as much as a glance at the guard standing and still holding onto the car door, then he took a step and began walking away, into the building.

"Okay boss", he replied and went down to work.

Oswald walked into the building and the first place he entered was the trading floor, which was at the ground floor.

It was actually a hall, a big hall. Employees and customers alike were scattered about the hall as trading was taken place, and as expected, mouths were wagging and chattering away as he came in, noise everywhere, but at the minute his presence was noticed, a hush fell on the workers instantly, and they all kept calm.

He moved a little further away from the entrance, gazing at everyone and everything with an emotionless expression on his face.

Although the trading floor was big, his presence and aura was felt, everywhere became as quiet as a graveyard. They were all shocked and surprised to see him, it was visibly written on their faces.

"Good morning sir, welcome sir", the people around ear shots greeted, but he never as much as grunted a reply or even look at them.

He was still standing and looking around when Nathan entered, carrying with him his phones and iPad, he walked up behind him and stood.

Few minutes later, Oswald finally walked away, towards the private elevator and Nathan followed. The private elevator was one of the many elevators in the building, used by him alone.

"Jeez!" A lady exclaimed at the minute Oswald left, and a host of them heaved a sigh of relief.

"Oh my! So the shit is true", a lady squealed.

"What shit?" Another replied her with a question.

"That Oswald is back. Gosh! I had been thinking I was hallucinating", she said and closed her eyes, splaying her right fingers on her forehead.

A few people around her bursted into laughter.

"You must be sick", another said, laughing.

"For me, I'm actually surprised, seeing him at work, you know how rarely he do come to work", another lady said, writing on a paper.

"Yeah, he is back in town and the first thing he is supposed to do, is to visit work, right?", the second lady who asked a question replied her.

The first lady who had squealed left her desk and came up to theirs.

"Did you see how more handsome he has looked? The five years was really good on him", she said and giggled.

"I wish I could have him for myself, he has it all", another lady within earshot spoke and they all turned to her, then bursted into laughter.

"Oh my God! Who is talking? You? Helen you? Ahhh, if wishes were horses", the squealing lady said, laughing.

"Beggars would ride Sara", someone replied her.

Helen rolled her eyes, ignoring them.

"Not just having him for yourself Helen, are you even up to Sophia, who was rejected by his parents?" Sara asked and the laughing continued.

Helen hissed.

"Girl, dude is handsome and all made, I am only just admiring him, like so many girls out there are doing", she said and shrugged.

"I see, you shouldn't just…", someone interrupted.

"Enough of all these flimsy gossips of yours ladies, and get down to work", a voice growled and they all turned to see Rex, as expected. He was the head of the trading department, he was walking up to them with a grimace on his face.

Sara hissed lowly and walked back to her desk, Rex, always fond of cutting into their conversations and disrupting them. Sara had always believed he does this on purpose.

"It should be taken calmly Rex", the second lady said to him and he frowned.

"Don't teach me my job lady. All you ladies know how to do is to gossip and meddle over matters that doesn't concern you, instead of working", he said and hissed then turned to leave.

"Jealous because no body talks about you", someone muttered under her breath and the others within ear shot chuckled.

The male employees around ignored them all the while they were chattering, facing their work squarely.

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