After six bottles, all he could feel was anger. And hatred. No woman denied him. He had all women at the tip of his fingers and they submitted to his every whim. They worshipped his cork, marveled at his art, and wanted more of him. And who was Kate? How dare she make him feel so miserable? A common maid. He could do it. He could treat her as the maid she wanted so badly to be “Kate,” his voice roared in the mansion. Although he was drunk, he still found strength in his voice. When Kate appeared before him, she was still wearing the light polo top and khaki shorts. “Why aren’t you in your uniform?.” Kate raised her voice to explain. “Today is not my – I’m sorry sir.” She bowed her apology. “Pour me,” he said, tilting his glass cup in her direction. Kate moved to the table and grabbed a bottle of alcohol. She counted the empty bottles on the table. “Don’t think I’m doing this because of you,” Denzel said, reading her thoughts. She poured. “Of course.” He took a gulp. “You’re

Denzel took to the long corridor illuminated with white light, his heart racing faster than his legs. The walls seemed to be closing in on him, and he wanted to go back.He had never liked hospitals and visiting once a month was bearable. Not twice in a day, and not when the person lying on the sick bed was his father.The stench of the hospital tickled his nose and his stomach threatened to throw out, but Denzel ignored it, moving faster with his eyes searching for the room number the lady at the reception had given him.Michel was seated, looking pale when Denzel saw her. He stopped a few meters away from her to analyze the situation. Michel’s fingers were interlaced into each other, and her face carried worry."Mum?"Michel turned to the recognizable voice of her son. "Oh, Denzel." She stood up and they fell under each other’s arms in a tight embrace."How is he?" he asked after they disengaged. Michel sat down, and Denzel found a spot beside her, taking her hand in his.“He’s been

Eva donned a red, short gown when she heard that Denzel’s father had been admitted in the hospital and was on life support.If Denzel was still the Denzel she dated then, she knew he’d be shaken.He would need someone by his side, and she wanted to be there for him.He had told her the ugly fate he suffered when his grandfather was placed on life support and eventually died. She knew how hurt he must be.She turned sideways, inspecting herself in front of the mirror. Grabbing a pair of stiletto heels, she placed them under her feet.She called Denzel while she worked the lace of the heels up to her lower legs. She stood up, admiring herself."Hello." The distraught voice of Denzel sent her to her phone."Denzel... baby...How are you?" are you? You must feel terrible.""I’m fine," Denzel croaked."Oh, please." Eva rolled her eyes as though he could see her. "Where are you?""Eva... I want to be alone. ""C’mon, A company won't be hurt. I’m coming, just tell me where you are." She picked

Kate’s mind was made up. After the incident that happened in the kitchen, she decided it was time she made a good plan.She faced the screen of her laptop, gazing at the words written boldly.All that remained was for her to accept it and she would be enrolled in her dream school—Blair’s fashion home.As a kid, Kate had loved designing. Her late mother had supported her passion early on by providing her with cardboard sheets, which she used to draw out cloth designs. When she grew into her late teenage years, she had received a designing machine from her mother as a birthday gift. Coupled with a few online classes, Kate learned the basics of tailoring and began to plan for her enrollment in the Blair’s Academy.Then her mother was diagnosed with cancer. Kate had to sell her machine, but they were still in debt. In the end, she gave up her dreams and started working as a maid for Denzel.She stared at the figures on the screen and considered if it was wise to spend all her savings on tu

The four-story building, which housed the CULID beverage company, stood in rare magnificence, overlooking the ever-busy streets. It had been a law firm belonging to the late Oliver McDeere before his firm crumbled, giving him no choice but to sell it off.McNeil, having nothing but ideas, had approached him and gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse. At the end of the year, the building became his, and McNeil owned his first property. He pampered the building, coddled it, and indulged it. Each year, he added a layer of luxury to his landmark and fortified it with guards to protect it and its occupants. Soon, elevators were added; security codes; electronic surveillance; a weight room; a steam room; a locker room; a large board room equipped with a mammoth, shiny mahogany table; a large conference room; and a staff dining room. While the factory took the first two floors, production took the third and management the topmost.McNeil had started the company from scratch, and over the years,