MARKI left Brent thinking about our conversation and his revelation. Something about Brent made me believe every word that came out of his mouth, so if he said it was someone from my company, he was right.And it was not Donald Shell.“Shit,” I exclaimed.I was embarrassed with my actions because I shouldn’t have confronted Donald without proof. Thinking about it now, there was really no real reason why Donald should attack and threaten Brent, but I hadn’t even thought about it deeply or logically. Instead, I had simply acted on my rage towards Donald Shell. More like I wanted him to be guilty of something.“When am going to think clearly before leaping?” I asked myself.I was too embarrassed to even tell Brent that I had gone ahead and confronted Donald. That would have made me look foolish and unreasonable, and that was the last way I wanted anyone to see me, especially another man.When Vector’s call came in, I picked up immediately to prevent me from persecuting my own self.“Vec
MARKI was just about wrapping up for the day when my secretary came into my office.“You can close for the day,” I said even though I didn’t need to tell her this because she already knew when she to go home for the day.“Thank you, sir, but I came to ask a question,” she said.“Go ahead,” I urged her.I was actually hurrying to leave because I wanted to stop by at Brent’s house to check up on his recovery progress, and also, he had texted me a few hours ago stating that he wanted to have a discussion with me.“You have mentioned that you are taking a trip to Toronto, but you didn’t say how long you will be gone for,” she said.That wasn’t even something I had considered. Mr. Porshia didn’t give an exact time, and I couldn’t have rushed him about it.“A week,” I simply answered.It was a lot, but then again, I couldn’t be exactly sure. It could be less anyway especially as Mr. Porshia was eager to go for his holiday without further interruptions. I even doubted that we would spend mo
ALEXAI still couldn’t shake off Donald’s words.“My answer is no.”I never sought permission from him, and yet, he had the audacity to give an answer. It wasn’t even his audacity that scared me; it was the dread in his eyes when he had said those words, and the words after that.“What do you mean by that?” I had managed to ask him.“You know what is going to happen if you go against my wish, Alexa,” Donald had responded coyly. “This is not even up for debate,” he had added.About an hour after he left, I was still feeling the shivers of his threat. He wasn’t throwing words around. There was nothing like the gentlemanly and sweet Donald Shell that I had known from the beginning. I knew that he was referring to filing a case against Mark Ronaldo for assaulting him, and I didn’t want that.Because I didn’t want to stop working with Mark.“What exactly do you want?” A voice in my head asked me, and my shoulders sagged tiredly.I was infuriated by the mere presence of Mark Ronaldo, so why
MARKI couldn’t stop thinking about how to go about it and the next line of action to take, but one thought kept persisting.Alexa was the best male designer in the entire Paris. This wasn’t only about the fact that she had grown successful over the last couple of months, but the fact that her works always spoke for her.The dilemma came when I became confused on how to get her services. Aside from the fact that she was upset with me right now and could barely stand me, she also turned down my request to get a contract from her. Twice.That had also been one of the most humiliating moments of my life; that Alexa was giving other men contracts and her services, but she blatantly turned mine down, but I had gotten over that. Even after she turned me down and the feeling of embarrassment, I had always wanted her to be my fashion stylist.She was when she was my wife, and I missed that privilege now. I was already feeling the regret of taking her for granted, only that I couldn’t let an
ALEXAAfter I managed to get Clara to leave, I sat back close to my dad and watched him sleep. He was fragile and weak, but he was resting well.Thankfully, it wasn’t very severe.I yawned tiredly, and my stomach rumbled with hunger, and I realized that I hadn’t had something to eat the whole day.“I should get some food from the cafeteria,” I said to myself.It shouldn’t be more than ten minutes, and I was certain that my dad wouldn’t be up before I got back because I didn’t even want to leave his side. If I wasn’t this hungry, I wouldn’t have stepped away from him for a second. Now that I had been forced to take the trip to Toronto, I might as well spend the time I had with him now.Speaking of Toronto, I called Eva as I walked out of my dad’s suite and she picked up almost immediately.“It’s always a pleasure to get a call from you, Alexa,” Eva said with excitement.She wasn’t excited because we were friends. Rather, she was excited because of the money she would get from getting d
ALEXAAfter my dad fell asleep, I stayed by his bed and watched him. I had already called my secretary to inform her that I wouldn’t be coming to the office any time soon.I didn’t bother to call Noelle because we still hadn’t resolved whatever it was that caused her to leave angrily.“I hope you get well real soon, dad,” I whispered as I looked at his resting and fragile sleeping form. “You still haven’t properly walked me down the aisle and played grandpa to my kids,” I added with a low voice.Tears gathered in my eyes.These were things that we had always talked about during our father-daughter moments when I was still much younger.My dad would walk me down the aisle. It would have been himself and my mum, but she passed on too early, and then, when I started to have kids, he would be the most doting and loving grandpa anyone had ever met.Those had been our dream, but years later, we hadn’t even fulfilled any one of it. I did get married, but it was to a man who was in coma with